Give it to me Spicy (3 page)

He broke the kiss for a moment, his warm breath fanning her lips. “She wanted a raise, and she thought she could use her looks to persuade me…” His mouth descended on hers, hard, demanding, causing her fingers to curl into him as her knees gave.

His hand curved into the small of her back, pressing her closer. “I flat-out told her she’d have to earn her raise with hard work. She was pissed and she up and stormed out of my office.” He paused, a sharp breath brushing her skin as his eyes held hers with firm intensity. “It’s the truth, Tara. And I wouldn’t touch that woman if you paid me.”

She fell silent as she sifted through her erotic cloud. She’d been too upset at the time to consider any other scenario. Now that she thought about it, she’d witnessed Rebecca using manipulative tactics to get what she wanted in the past. A wave of relief washed through her.

He grazed her lower lip with his teeth. “You believe me, hmm?”

She closed her eyes as his mouth trailed a shivery path across her jaw. “Yes,” she whispered. He swelled hard and fast against her belly as he cupped her buttocks and lifted her against him.

“I need you now,” he murmured against her temple, his voice thick with arousal.

A thread of caution reminded her of their surroundings. “Jay, we shouldn’t. I mean…not here.” Her protest was barely a husky whisper.

“No one’s in the building, and we both want this so badly.”

“The cleaners are here.”

He stilled, then released her. “Stay right here.” He walked over to her desk, found a blank piece of paper and scribbled something on it. Then he tore off a long piece of tape, attached it to the paper and stuck the paper on the outside of the door before shutting it again.

She shook her head in mild disbelief. “What did you write?”

“Do not clean room. Thank you.”

The heat of his gaze seared her with a look of possessiveness that set her nerve-endings on fire. She watched as he walked towards her, rugged, big, virile, his handsome face shadowed by a few days’ stubble. Her need for this man had been held in check for too long. She held his gaze as he reached out and brushed his thumb across her lower lip, then traced a path to her nape, where he threaded his fingers through her hair and tilted her head back slightly.

“I’ve waited so long for this,” he said. A low groan sounded in his throat as his mouth swept over hers with a raw urgency that broke the final chains on her own desire. She welcomed the moist thrust of his tongue as it tangled with hers, and she arched against his hard, sculpted flesh. His cock was like a brand, its heat permeating their clothing and coaxing fresh arousal between the lips of her sex.

His hands swept down, over her hips and around to the back of her skirt, unfastening the clip and the zipper in a few deft motions. He pushed the skirt over her hips until it bunched at her feet, and she kicked it to the side. Then he loosened the buttons of her shirt, her skin prickling as the cool air brushed up against it. Her shirt, too, ended up on the floor.

She heard the catch in his breath as his gaze moved over her, his eyes now charcoal-black.

“I love your body, Tara,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “Love these beautiful, luscious curves. God, I could caress you all night.”

And she’d love to feel those hands on her body all night. She stifled the urge to tear the rest of her clothes off and give him access to all her aching parts.

As if reading her mind, he said, “No barriers this time.” In seconds, he’d stripped her underwear from her body. He sucked in a sharp breath. “So fucking hot.” He reached into his pants’ pocket and pulled out a condom wrapper, which he tossed onto the desk.

She raised an eyebrow. “You came prepared.”

He grinned. “I knew you’d be up here alone.”

“I see. Let’s balance things out real fast, hmm?”

When she reached for his shirt, he shook his head. “Sorry, baby. I can’t wait.” He all but tore his clothes off until he was just flesh.

A gasp escaped her. She’d pictured Jay naked dozens of times, but nothing could have prepared her for the real thing. He was all powerful, lean muscles, olive-skinned and smooth except for a dusting of hair on his arms. The wide expanse of his chest tapered to bands of tight flesh along his abdomen. Her eyes widened as she took in his cock, which jutted out at a high angle…cut, hard and thick…at least eight, nine inches long.
Oh, God
. Below that, legs like muscled steel.
What a gorgeous man
.

She flicked her tongue across her lips, itching to glide her hands over him, to follow the path of her gaze with her fingers. But once again he denied her by lifting her into a straddling position.

As he walked towards the desk, he said, “Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”

His brazen words spiked her arousal. “Hard,” she replied, although she knew he wasn’t asking for instructions.

He uttered a low growl, pushing objects on the desk out of the way as her bottom touched the cool surface. He eased her back so that she rested on her elbows, then scooped her breasts up in his hands. When his mouth latched on to one taut nipple, Tara threw her head back and moaned as a dart of pleasure shot out from the aching tip. His tongue flicked rapidly over her before he switched to the other breast.

This time, as he sucked her nipple, he reached down between her legs and stroked the slick seam of her sex. Frissons, aching and sweet, spread throughout her flesh, wrenching a hoarse gasp from her throat.

“Mmm…you’re dripping, baby,” he murmured against her breast.

When two of his fingers penetrated her, her hips bucked off the desk. He pumped into her with deep, slow strokes, preparing her for his cock, most likely.

“Please, Jay,” she whimpered.

He gave her a quick kiss, then he reached for the condom and sheathed himself. He nuzzled his cock’s head into her opening and slid inside her with one smooth thrust. A hoarse moan broke from his throat. A ragged gasp pushed past her lips.

They locked gazes as he cupped her behind the knees, spreading her legs wide. He began moving inside her with long, slow thrusts, forcing her muscles apart until he reached the farthest depths. Sensations merged and curled into little coils inside her before unravelling into sweet frissons. Uncontrolled whimpers escaped her as she watched his cock plunge into her faster, marvelling at how big and hard it was.

“Too much?”

“No…ohh…harder…”

The sound of his skin slapping against hers mingled with their grunts of pleasure as he drove into her like a piston. God, the man really was an animal.

“So fucking good…” Jay muttered as a mixture of pleasure and pain crossed his face. His muscles clenched with an apparent effort to fight his release.

A mild ache began in her arms, but she ignored it and licked her lips as he pushed her closer to climax. Tension continued to build and contract in her womb until it broke into shards of pleasure, sending her into infinite bliss with a fractured cry.

Even in her fuzzy state, she sensed his restraint snap as he plunged into her a final time before his cock pulsed in the tender depths of her core. She opened her eyes in time to watch his handsome face tense with sweet agony.

When he’d caught his breath, he reached out and brushed his fingers across her cheek, then gathered her against his chest. With a contented sigh, she nuzzled into the earthy smell of his neck, aware that Jay had revived her deepest, most secret urges. It was about time someone did.

Chapter Four

Jay looked at Tara across the boardroom table while she scribbled something in her agenda. Her gaze had skirted away from his during the meeting, but colour rode high on her cheeks. He hid his smile, pleased to be the reason for that blush, especially as he’d woken with her on his mind and a painful hard-on.

What surprised him, though, was that his desire for her had practically doubled since yesterday. If he’d thought it was unusually intense before, it was dangerously explosive now. This had never happened to him before. He shifted in his seat as his cock swelled uncomfortably against the fly of his jeans.

“We’re definitely giving them what they want,” Charles said as he looked at the six final designs for Sauber Spirits. “Fresh, crisp, contemporary.”

Jay nodded. “We’ve got a great chance of winning this.”

“God knows, we worked our asses off,” Evelyn added with her trademark dryness.

Charles smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Great job, everyone.” He stood up, his fifty-something wiry frame resisting the signs of ageing. “Now you guys rest well tonight, and good luck tomorrow.” He left the room.

Evelyn came around and began collecting the designs she and Jay would be presenting for Sauber first thing in the morning.

Jay finally caught Tara’s gaze and read the flash of a question in the green depths before her lashes concealed it. She stood up. “Well, good luck tomorrow.”

“Thanks, Tara,” Evelyn replied.

“Thanks—” he stopped himself short of calling her “baby” and tacked on “Tara.”

The colour in her cheeks deepened as she made a hasty exit. He cleared his throat. “My car tomorrow?”

Evelyn glanced up. “No choice. Mine’s in the garage,” she grumbled.

On the way back to his office, Jay’s mind strayed to Tara. Yesterday had been amazing, but he had something spicier planned for her. He hoped she’d be open to it. He resisted the urge to swing by her office and went down to the cafeteria to refill his coffee cup. Ryan, their IT guy, was pulling out a bagged lunch from the fridge.

“Hey, Ryan. Late lunch?”

Ryan glanced over his shoulder. “Nah. I’m just grabbing a snack for the road. Got an appointment and I won’t be back till three thirty.” He pulled a bright red apple from the bag and shoved the bag back into the fridge.

“See you later, then,” Jay said.

Ryan gave him a mock military salute and headed off.

As Jay placed his cup in the coffee machine, an idea that got his cock twitching formed in his mind. Whenever Ryan wasn’t around, he’d shut the door to his office but never lock it. Jay glanced at his watch. One thirty. They could do this. He returned to his office and dialled Tara’s extension.

When her voice came over the line, he said, “Are you alone?”

A pause. “Yes. What’s up?”

“Remember that computer problem you had the other day?”

“What computer problem?”

“I can show you a way around it, but you have to come down to the IT office at one forty-five.”

A longer pause. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“See you in fifteen. Oh, and knock on the door.” He ended the call and pulled out his wallet, where he always kept at least one condom. With the condom in his pocket, he brought the cup to his mouth, but set it back down untouched. It wasn’t caffeine he needed. It was the taste of Tara’s soft skin. She was like luscious silk. And he’d barely enjoyed her. He longed to bury his face in her soft, chestnut hair…ached to ravish that pouting, rosy mouth without being rushed…to fill his hands with her full, supple breasts while she rode him…to taste the silky skin of her belly and her inner thighs…and finally to claim that moist, pink pussy with his mouth.

Fuck
. She was driving him mad. He turned to the computer and clicked in and out of various files, completing menial tasks until it was time. He placed a call to his assistant to inform her he’d be stepping out for a little while, then headed to the staircase that led to the first floor. The only rooms on this floor were the cafeteria, the supply room and Ryan’s office. He walked down the quiet corridor until he reached the IT office and knocked on the door. When he got no response, he opened it and stepped through before closing it again. No one else used this room. It was the safest place to fool around in
and
it locked from the inside.

A couple of minutes later, someone knocked on the door. That had to be Tara. If it wasn’t, he was kind of screwed. He opened the door and pulled her inside, then locked it. He met her round, uncertain eyes and caressed the side of her face.

“Don’t worry about being caught. Ryan won’t be back till three thirty.” He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. “Tara, I’ve been thinking about you since last night.”

Her eyes searched his face. “Do you mean that? It happened so fast I wasn’t sure if it would be a one-time thing.”

His hands slid down to her hips. “Are you kidding me? If anything, I want you even more now.”

Her muscles relaxed as her hands glided up his chest. “That’s good to hear, Jay, because you started this, and I don’t want it to end any time soon,” she warned in a husky voice, sending a bolt of heat straight to his cock.

Jay was a perceptive man. The restless flame in Tara’s eyes had begged to be stoked since the first day he’d laid eyes on her. “I don’t plan on ending it any time soon.” He pressed his mouth to hers in a quick, reassuring kiss, drawing back as her breath caressed him.

“Are you sure this is safe? We could lose our jobs.” She glanced around the room.

He brushed the soft pad of her bottom lip with his thumb. “It’s pretty safe, but the fear of getting caught adds some excitement to it, hmm?”

A minxish gleam flickered in her green eyes as her hands clutched his shoulders. “It does.”

He wanted her now—fast and hot. He pulled her top from her body and worked her pants down her legs, but left her black, lacy undergarments in place. His breath hitched when she cupped his erection.

“See what you do to me?” he said, while reaching into his pocket to pull out the condom wrapper.

He let her unbuckle his belt and unfasten his jeans, which he tossed onto a nearby chair along with her clothes. When she reached for his shirt, he caught her hands and lowered them to his groin.

“Play with my cock.” A low groan escaped him when she slipped a hand inside the band of his briefs and pulled out his throbbing flesh. Her warm hand stroked him from root to tip, nearly making his knees buckle. He trapped the wrapper between his teeth and almost ripped through his buttons before tossing the shirt onto the pile on the chair.