The Back-Up Plan (13 page)

Holy momma and please sir, may I have another?

Then his phone buzzed again, jerking her back to reality.

He ignored it, walking toward her, but the sound annoyed her, pissed her off.

She raised her hand before he got too close and trapped her in his tractor beam. “Don’t you think you should see who’s texting?”

He stopped mid step. “I’m sure it’s no big deal.”

“Even so. What if it’s an emergency? I mean you have time because, well, I have to leave.”

“Is something wrong?”

She forced a light laugh. “Of course not. Everything’s cool. So, um, I guess you can just see yourself out. Take your time. And I’ll see you at the office tomorrow.”

Jason frowned. “Are you running away?”

She stiffened her spine. “No. I just happen to have a life, J. I’m busy.”

He raised his hands in surrender. “Okay. I don’t want to start a fight. You’re sure everything is all right?”

“Everything is great. Honest.”

She started down the stairs and was almost home free when she heard Jason call her name. “Hey, Kris.”

She glanced up, finding him standing at the top. “Yeah?”

He tossed something at her. “Maybe you should put on a bra. It is your grandma, for pity’s sake. Try for at least a measure of decency.”

She caught the lace in midair, giving him a smirk. “Ha ha.”

“And, sunshine, we’re going to have a long talk about what happened last night sooner or later. How long do you think you’ll need to work up your nerve?”

“You’re a smart ass, Jason Mitchell.”

He laughed, taunting her with the clucking sound of a chicken. The sound fed her temper and poked her pride. So what if she was running? It wasn’t as if he’d miss her for long. After all, Ashley and Donna were waiting on the other end of the line.

Stupid. I’m so fucking stupid.

She stuffed her bra in her purse, grabbed her keys and walked out. She’d been sitting in her car for nearly five minutes, trying to get a grip, when her phone rang.

She groaned when she saw the caller ID.

“What?”

“Thought you were late?”

“Bite me, Jason.”

“Did that last night. Come back up and I’ll give you an encore.”

“I’m leaving. Bye.”

She heard Jason chuckle and cluck once more as she hung up.

God. She was so screwed.

Jason gave Kristen one week. One eternal week to avoid him, then his patience ran out. His frustrating partner had gone on full-scale lockdown since the Buffett concert. She’d taken an impromptu vacation last week, not bothering to show up at the office again until this morning. She hadn’t told him where she was going, hadn’t invited him to join her and she’d stopped answering his late-night phone calls.

Apparently the time away had done the trick—for her—because by the time she’d shown back up at work this morning, the Ice Queen was fully entrenched on her throne once more and not about to be shaken by any of his attempts to bring on a thaw. He’d tried to ask her about her trip, but she’d shut him down, simply saying it was nice before rushing out for a meeting with a client. Then he’d tried to invite her to lunch, but she’d insisted she needed to work through as she was behind on paperwork.

Now he could hear her packing up her stuff for the day and preparing to leave. It wasn’t even five o’clock.

Hell no. He’d spent the past week in agony, torn between worrying about what was going on inside her head and reliving every second of their time in bed, jacking off until his cock actually hurt.

Kristen owed him an explanation and she wasn’t leaving here today until he got it.

He listened as her office door closed. Rising, he stood at his doorway, waiting until she passed by on her way to the elevator.

“You got a minute?”

Her refusal was right there, poised at the end of her tongue, but he didn’t give her a chance to issue it.

“Great.” He tugged her into his office, closing the door behind him. The rest of the staff would be heading out soon, leaving them completely alone. That might be a good thing. Given the fire in her eyes, he feared this conversation would escalate into an argument. A loud one.

“I’m sort of in a hurry, J. I haven’t had time to unpack from my trip yet and there’s a mountain of laundry waiting to be washed. Can’t this wait?”

He shook his head. “Nope. I just spent the last week waiting. Time’s up. Where were you last week?”

“I told you. I needed a vacation. I’ve been going full-speed ahead for nearly a year without a break.”

“So where did you go?”

“The beach.”

He frowned. “Alone? Sounds very
un
exciting.”

She swallowed heavily and for the first time, he noticed something else in her expression beside annoyance. She was scared. What the hell had happened to spook her so? He’d thought their night together had been off-the-charts amazing. Best sex of his life. And she hadn’t exactly been bored either.

After they’d come, she’d spent the better part of the night wrapped up in his arms. He’d held her close—shocked by how right it felt for her to be with him that way. Jason had never been much for after-sex cuddling. In fact, he didn’t usually do sleepovers. But Satan himself couldn’t have driven him away from Kristen that night. He’d have sold his soul for those few hours, sleeping next to her, relishing her soft breathing and the light tickling of her hair on his chest. It had been one of the greatest parts of the night for him.

Then she’d run. Fast and furious. Now he fully intended to corner the headstrong, stubborn woman and set her straight on a few things.

Kristen crossed the room, dropping down into his desk chair, turning to look out the window. “I told you we should never have started this, Jason. I warned you it was wrong.”

He frowned. “I’m struggling to understand where things went wrong. From my perspective, it was a pretty fucking awesome night. And it could have been an even better morning if you’d bothered to stick around. But since you didn’t, maybe it’s time I show you what you missed.”

She spun around on his chair to face him, her gaze darting toward the door and escape.

Nope. Hell would freeze over before he let her run again.

“I took the liberty of borrowing a couple of things from that secret stash of sin you keep in your bedroom.”

Her eyes narrowed angrily. “You what? You had no right to—” Her words died when he opened the desk drawer next to her and she saw exactly what he’d stolen.

“Fuck no.”

He chuckled. “Why so scandalized? It’s yours.”

“There’s no way in hell—”

Jason raised his hand to halt her refusal and glanced toward his closed office door. “Wait here.”

Kristen didn’t move as Jason walked to the door and peeked out. “Good night, Bridget.”

“Good night, Mr. Mitchell,” their secretary said. “See you tomorrow.”

When he closed the door again, he locked it as well. Turning, he was surprised to find Kristen still sitting in his chair. He expected more of a fight. “Alone at last.”

“The interns are—”

“I gave them the afternoon off. They’ve been gone for two hours.”

“Oh, well, I—” She stopped midsentence and he returned to the desk in time to catch the sound of her long sigh.

“I guess you’re right. I think it is time we talk,” she admitted.

Jason shook his head. “Nope. I’m not in the mood to talk right now. I’ve come to the conclusion that I like you better when you’re not thinking.”

He gestured to the drawer once more and her gaze narrowed.

“Tough. There’s no way I’m going to play the brainless bimbo for you and if you seriously believe for one second that I’m going to let you put that thing—”

Jason grasped her upper arm, pulling her from his chair. He kissed her into silence, rejoicing when Kristen not only accepted his embrace, but put her own spin on it as well. Kristen gripped his tie, holding him close as she opened her lips and dragged her tongue along his teeth. The contact reignited everything he’d felt in her bed last week. The painful days between faded away as he kissed her, tried to show her how fucking good it could be between them if only she’d let go of the reins.

“Take off your damn pants,” he growled as he cupped her breasts and squeezed. She’d denied them this pleasure for seven whole days and Jason intended to make sure that by the end of the night, she wouldn’t find it so easy to resist again.

Kristen tugged the button on her slacks free, then released the zipper. She shimmied the lightweight cotton over her hips, along with her panties, and kicked everything off. The sight of her, bared from the waist down, brought back every hot image he’d hoarded of her. Every memory, smell, taste. He’d tucked them in around him to help him through the lonely nights.

Jason wrapped his hand around her upper arm and turned her toward his desk. “Bend over.”

She bit her lip, but complied, giving him a bird’s eye view of her gorgeous ass. Unable to resist, he slapped it once, twice, three times. Hard. Punishment. Only Kristen responded, not with pain, but with a sound that was genuine pleasure.

Jason leaned over her, caging her beneath him. “I learned something about you last Saturday night.”

“Oh yeah. What’s that?”

“You like to pretend you’re this prim and proper woman, but that fact is you’re a dirty, dirty girl.” He ran his finger along her slit, delighted to find her hot and wet. He wasn’t the only one who’d been missing the contact between them. Her body betrayed her need.

“Take off your pants, J. Fuck me.” Her voice was pure plea, but he didn’t respond. She’d do a lot more begging before he gave her what she wanted. After all, she’d kept him waiting.

Reaching into the desk drawer, he pulled out a tube of lubrication. “I assume you’ve played with this butt plug of yours.”

Her cheek was pressed against his desk, so he could see part of her face. She was flushed, though he couldn’t tell if it was excitement or embarrassment driving the color. “I was curious. So I tried it a couple of times.”

“Alone.”

She rolled her eyes. “Of course I was alone.”

He bent over and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. “Such a waste. Did you like it?”

She shrugged. “It was okay. Nothing to write home about.”

Jason chuckled. “Let’s see if we can change your perspective on that.”

Uncapping the tube, he pressed the nozzle to her anus. Kristen tensed up when he squeezed some of the cool gel inside her, but she didn’t attempt to get up or ask him to stop. Looked like she was still curious.

Jason rubbed the lube around the rim of her anus, then slowly worked it in with his finger. Kristen turned her face downward, pressing her forehead against the smooth surface. At first she was still, but soon he felt her lifting up on her toes, trying to bring him in deeper.

He added more lube, then another finger. She hissed, but again, she soon adjusted, her body telling him when she was ready for more. When he felt her relax, he withdrew his fingers and placed the tip of the plug at her entrance.

“Do it,” she whispered.

Jason pushed the toy in slowly, not stopping until it was completely lodged. Then he took a second to look at her.

He’d never seen a hotter sight than Kristen bent over his desk, her ass filled. “God, Kris.” His words came out quietly, but they sparked something in his wild woman.

She pushed away from the desk and turned toward him. “Pants.” Her hands were on his belt, freeing him quickly. Within moments, they’d managed to undress each other completely.

Jason grinned. “You realize I’m never going to be able to concentrate in my office after this. I’m only ever going to see you naked, sprawled out over my desk.”

She laughed. “Let’s face it. It’s not like you ever worked that hard in here to begin with.”

He pretended to be offended by her joke. “Is that right? Maybe it’s time I show you exactly how hard I can work.” He pushed lightly on her shoulders, urging her to sit down on the desk, so that it pressed the plug deeper.

She groaned and bit her lip. “God. That feels incredible.”

Jason kissed her. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.” He lifted her slightly higher, directing her until she lay fully along the flat surface. Then he lifted her legs and lowered his head.

Kristen jerked when his lips surrounded her clit, sucking her into his mouth. “Oh. My. God.”

He used his teeth and tongue to torment the swollen nub as Kristen’s cries grew louder, more frantic. She was on the edge and he couldn’t wait to shove her over. He loved her like this. She was responsive, free, adventurous.

He never would have guessed all those things about her, but now he knew he wanted to show her…to give her more…if only she’d accept. Time to stop playing Mr. Nice Guy. Jason put a period on her fate when he sucked harder on her clit and pressed two fingers into her wet pussy. Kristen went off like a bottle rocket, coming hard. Her back arched and her fingers dug into his upper arms with a vise-like grip as she cried out. “Jason. God. Yes.”