“I thought of another way of celebrating,” I said with full confidence. “Mr. Parker.”
I grabbed the ends of my dress and lifted it up. His eyes widened at the sight of my underwear-free pussy, bare and wet for him.
“Don’t tell me you took your exams without any panties…” He couldn’t help the groan that left his lips, and I noticed the growing bump beneath his jeans.
I took a step and then two closer to him and whispered, “I did, Mr. Parker. That’s why I finished the exam earlier than everyone else. I was thinking about you, not the test, and my pussy was getting wet in class.”
“You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?” he said, his firm, strong hand resting against my bum. “I think I have to teach you a lesson.”
“I don’t think so, Lawman,” came my response, coupled with a teasing smirk. He’d passed the February bar exam in just received the results last week. He was a lawyer now, with a fancy new office downtown. That office had a very nice desk, a desk we hadn’t christened yet. I grinned up at him. “You’re not a teacher anymore. And besides…I think I was a good girl today. For finishing the exam well before time was up? And I managed not to leave a single question blank.”
He managed a low, raspy chuckle before his hold tightened around my ass. With one swift tug, he pulled me inside the house – our home – and slammed the door closed behind us. In seconds, I was pushed up against the wall and my dress hiked dangerously above my hips. Only air separated my pussy from his hand as his fingers slowly closed the distance between us.
“I still have things to teach you, don’t I?”
“Yes, sir,” I replied.
“So baby…have you been a good girl or bad girl?” he whispered, warm breath massaging my burning skin, as his fingers rubbed up and down my entrance. “One gets dick in the pussy, and the other gets fucked in the ass.”
I couldn’t help but let the breathy moan escape my lips. Which was which?
Did I care?
No. I didn’t. “Either. As long as you’re the one fucking me.”
He pushed two fingers inside me as he held me pinned to the wall. My body bucked as I begged him for more.
He worked me with his fingers, his mouth locked to my throat, his free hand holding my wrists pinned above my head as I came all over his hand.
When I opened my eyes, it was to find him watching me, a look I’d never seen on his face. Serious. Intent.
“I love you, baby.”
God, I knew it. I knew it, but he rarely said the words. He showed me, though, every time he touched me, I felt it. “I love you, too.”
“Marry me.”
I gasped, shocked as he worked his fingers in and out of my body slowly, so slowly working my clit.
“You’re mine, Jane. This pussy is mine. Your heart is mine. Marry me.”
I nodded, biting my lip as an aftershock of pleasure whipped through me. Emotion flooded me as I lifted my lips for his kiss. “Yes, Mr. Parker. Yes.”
His pants dropped to the floor and he filled me up, right there against the wall. Rough and raw and just the way I wanted him.
Forever.
Read on for special BONUS BOOK: Lip Service by Jessa James.
Lip Service
Bad Boy Billionaires, Book 1
By
Jessa James
Copyright
Lip Service: Copyright © 2017 by Jessa James
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Published by Jessa James
James, Jessa
Lip Service
Cover design copyright 2017 by Jessa James, Author
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Publisher’s Note:
This book was written for an adult audience. The book may contain explicit sexual content. Sexual activities included in this book are strictly fantasies intended for adults and any activities or risks taken by fictional characters within the story are neither endorsed nor encouraged by the author or publisher.
Chapter One
Carter Buchanan, Billionaire, President of Buchanan Industries — Biotech Division
Emma walked out of the conference room, her luscious ass swinging side to side in that fucking pencil skirt and I couldn’t tear my gaze from her curves. Not even when my cock grew hard as granite beneath the table. I had it bad for Emma. Bad. I sported the worst case of blue balls imaginable and it was all because of her.
She'd waltzed into my office a year ago with an armful of files, introduced herself as my brother, Ford's, new secretary, and I'd almost come in my pants then and there. My brother had all the fucking luck. Since that first moment, when I saw her perfect tits framed in that tight, black sweater, her wide hips and perfect ass hugged by long linen pants, I could think of nothing but bending her over my desk and making her mine.