The Billion Dollar Contract: The Executive Collection (36 page)

But not “ready in thirty seconds” hot. Besides, if Ethan truly wanted to get something out of her in the next five minutes, he was going to have to make her forget about all the supply closet jokes and the fact that an ink cartridge could come falling onto her head while they humped like animals.

“You’re getting there,” Jasmine said between pursed lips as Ethan fondled her breasts and popped her buttons open. Bra? What bra? Jasmine stopped wearing those around the office when she could get away with it – as in when it wouldn’t be so obvious to anyone but Ethan that she wasn’t wearing such confining clothing. Their sex life increased that much more when she made getting her girls out a priority.
He’s not the only one who loves paying attention to them!
Like now, as Ethan pinched one nipple and Jasmine fought to find the other one. “Ramp it up, you pervert. I want to get off and go to lunch.”

“Me too.” She heard his zipper open, and sure enough his cock pushed into her lingerie. One large hand slapped firmly against her bare hip. Jasmine sucked in her breath and hoped she was ready – although she knew she wasn’t.

“Talk dirty to me.” She fended him off long enough to say it. “Damnit, don’t dally!”

Ethan halted his movements but found a moment to kiss her on the neck again. “Would that help?”

“It would help you get your dick in me faster, that’s for sure.”

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes you dumb bastard.”

“Now, now.” He clapped his hand over her mouth, stroking her hip with his other hand. “I’m the one calling people names around here.”

The tone of his voice melted her. Jasmine gripped the edge of the copy machine and found her footing in her heels. All she could do now was wait for him to get her going.

“You know why I want to do it in here so badly with you?” He squeezed her flesh, lowered her lingerie, and pressed his tip against her skin.
Damn he’s hard!
He must have already been half-erect by the time she left his office.
I know I look good today, but…
Maybe it was because he wasn’t in the mood the other night. When Ethan wanted it at work, it was usually tamer than this – and in his office. Some head at his desk, maybe a ride in his lap, and about once a month he mounted her on the couch. Jasmine always managed to have a good time, but this was insane.

“No. Why the hell are you fucking me against the copy machine?” She said it to dare him. To entice him.

Jasmine groaned as his tip pushed against her flesh.
Hold on another minute!
His hand on her breast, his other on her hip, and now his voice floating into her ear like a sultry wisp. “Because why not?”

He pushed against her hard enough to knock her chest onto the machine. Jasmine’s fingers slipped, and her hand snatched up to catch the lid before it slammed shut on the copier. Her other hand never made it up. It was too busy stimulating what she kept between the legs, teasing the shaft of Ethan’s cock with her nails, and moaning as her arousal finally arrived.

“Shit, you’re so damn hot.” Her skirt was up her back now, lingerie around her ankles and heels spread wide. The underside of the lid showed Ethan’s reflection – the man in a bold suit was about to come undone because of her.
He couldn’t resist me even when I was just making some damn copies.
The machine hummed beneath her body. “You want me to fuck you right here?”

“Yeah…” When Ethan lightly spanked her left cheek, Jasmine jerked against the head of his cock and let out a yelp of amorous alarm. “Yes!”

“What a naughty girl you are, my flower.” He could have her. He could take her just like this all he wanted. Hell, if no one was out in the office, why not fling open the door and knock her to her knees on the ground? Jasmine nearly demanded it after Ethan whispered into her ear that she was quite hot indeed between the thighs. That was his way of asking her if she was ready.

Granted, the head of his cock was already halfway in her. Jasmine whimpered in his arms, trapped between the finery of his suit and the man-made machine in front of her. Ethan lifted up her leg and thrust into her.

Oh my God, I’m having sex in the supply closet.
Jasmine had to contain a cry of disbelief as her boss’s cock had no trouble thrusting inside her after all.
That’s it. I’m officially easy.
Easy for him? Easy for situations like this? Both?
Easy in general.
She briefly wondered if this was all Ethan’s doing when he groaned into her ear and increased the speed of his thrusts.

No dallying was right. He was a man with a mission, and that mission was for them both to finish as quickly as possible. After all, this was a quickie. It wasn’t even in the same league as getting his cock sucked beneath his desk or then fucking Jasmine for fifteen minutes.
Nope.
This was dirty. This was fast. And damnit, if Ethan didn’t do his best to get Jasmine off too, she would make sure he had plenty of hell to pay later.

“So good,” he whispered, his ferocity adding a tinge of pain to her pleasure. It was an awkward angle even without the cramped closet involved. “Damn I missed doing you like this.”

She knew, somewhere in the back of her sex-addled brain, that he meant bare and uninhibited. “I missed it too,” she panted, fingers turning red and then white against the copy machine. Jasmine could feel every inch of his skin, his body’s warmth as it thrust into her. The last time they did it like this was that weekend at his mansion. The one that awoke certain pleasures inside of her that she didn’t know existed. “Ethan…” She could feel them returning now, his grunts growing louder and sweat dripping down Jasmine’s chest. “Come in me. Please!”

Deep, dirty, and delectably hard, Ethan stalled himself within her, his body suffocating hers as one heavy kiss after another landed on her throat.
I’m ready.
If Ethan pulled out now he would have no difficult plunging back into her.

“Beg for it.”

In theory Jasmine could never understand why such things turned her wildly on. But then these situations happened, in which Ethan groaned against her, his body tense and his voice full of his need for her.
He’s having me now…
Jasmine’s nipples slipped between his fingers as he splayed both hands on them. One hand had to go back to holding her leg to keep her balanced against him.
This is so wrong.
Unable to control themselves. Unable to wait. Jasmine needed this as much as he did. “Please, sir.” Jasmine reached between her legs and felt him within her, stretching her as she rewarded him with her wetness. “I want it.”

Her torso lifted up as he slipped his arm beneath her shoulder. “Want it? Or need it?”

“Need it.” Jasmine could barely catch her breath as she felt him begin to move again within her.
I’m so close.
His girth was almost too much to handle in this position, but she couldn’t help herself.
Take more of him.
Her throat shared its surprise as she eased farther onto him, his base pushing firmly against her skin.
Now fuck me, asshole.
“I need it. Please, Ethan… fuck me full.”

He began by pulling her arms behind her, holding her upright against the machine, and thrusting up into her so his tip touched her most sensitive place. Jasmine was out of any shame she may have felt should someone open that door right now. She almost wanted them to.
See how well we go together? See what he wants with me?
She briefly thought of that time Ethan told her about Nadia. He had never brought her up again like that.
It wasn’t a real fantasy.
But she wanted the receptionist to open that door now, to have her suspicions confirmed.

Finally he released her, sending Jasmine down on top of the machine as he lifted her hips and slammed into her. Jasmine could not contain the moan that passed her lips, her breasts trapped against the copy machine as Ethan rode her until his end.

She felt it before she heard him. Just enough of a push to send her over the edge, her whole body shaking in pleasure as Ethan did as she begged.
I’m so disgusting for wanting this…
She couldn’t help thinking it as his warmth spread through her body and his thrusts eased more of it into her. Even there, in that cramped, sweaty supply closet, Jasmine felt a level of intimacy that made her want to collapse into Ethan’s arms and never worry about anything again.

But that wasn’t going to happen. Jasmine had to face the disappointment when he pulled out of her and went right to cleaning himself up.

“It’s hot in here,” he muttered, shaking out his cuffs and pulling out a handkerchief to wipe his brow. “I’m going to lunch. Hope to see those folders ready when I get back sometime around two.”

Jasmine hurried to stand up and get her dress back in order before Ethan creaked the door open. The fresh air felt good on Jasmine’s skin, but all she could do was stare despondently at the copying machine – and at the copies of her breasts that had been spat out into the tray.

She almost shredded them all. Only most of them. She kept one copy to tape to the bottom of his top desk drawer. That way he would never forget their liaison in a supply closet.

26

Since Jasmine insisted on having the folders for that afternoon’s meeting ready before she went to lunch, she ended up having a very late lunch. By the time she was off, Nadia had already gone on her own break, never to be seen until Jasmine returned. Alone, she decided to hop into the elevator and go down to the cafeteria.

Of course it was no ordinary cafeteria like other office buildings had. The one at JaCole could only be gorgeous, tightly designed, and full of the healthiest, most delicious foods on the block. Somehow it managed to be affordable enough for blue collar workers having their time stolen in the mail room or cleaning a bathroom in the basement. So when Jasmine dropped a small sum for a melt and a bowl of hot chowder, she felt like she was dining at the sort of place Ethan would take her to for breakfast.

The afternoon rush was already over, giving her plenty of seating spaces to choose from. But as she meandered toward a brightly lit window, she recognized a woman sitting alone at a two-person table and nibbling on a tiny salad.

“Monica?” Jasmine was dumbfounded. Not because Monica would be having lunch in her boyfriend’s building, but because she would be doing it
alone.
“What are you doing here?”

The young – was she young? Ethan said she was older than she seemed – woman glanced up at her with a shy smile. She had a small journal she was writing in, and the moment she saw Jasmine she flipped it shut. “I’m having lunch. Pleasure to see you here.” When she saw the dishes on Jasmine’s tray, she gestured to the seat across from her. “Won’t you join me?”

Perhaps it was a morbid curiosity that made Jasmine put her food down and pull out a chair. It certainly wasn’t a burning desire to talk to someone who had the apparent personality of a plank of wood.
I bet she’s quite intelligent.
Monica had that air about her, like she had gone to a prestigious school and studied under great minds. For such a demure submissive, there was a confidence about her that always threw Jasmine off guard. If one did not know Monica’s living situation, they would assume she was one of those quiet geniuses working on quantum physics or writing the Next Great American Novel… or maybe it was just Jasmine who got that vibe.

“Where’s your…” She had no idea what to call Jackson. Boyfriend seemed wrong to say out loud, and master made her want to gag.

Monica didn’t flinch. “He’s having lunch with Ethan. Normally I would wait upstairs in the office, but I was hungry.”

“Anything good for lunch?”

Monica glanced at her empty plate. “A salad and coffee.”

Jasmine had half her melt in her mouth. “Doesn’t sound very filling.”

“I have to be careful of what I eat.” That was all she said. No explanation.
She’s skinny enough to not be on a diet.
Meanwhile Jasmine was here with her fat and carbs giving no shits to her aging body and its battle against metabolism. Woman was over twenty-five now and noticed the pounds packed on a bit easier.

“How about you? Having a good day?”

There was something mischievous behind that smile. Like Monica knew what Jasmine had been up to a little over an hour ago.
Oh no, maybe she does.
Monica had been with Ethan. She knew about his spontaneity “It’s going fine.” An orgasm before lunch certainly made her feel a little more than fine. Relaxed, definitely. “You know. Work.”

Monica took a dainty sip of her coffee. “And Ethan.”