He held her close, slipping his arm behind her back, deliberately pressing her against the bulge of his cock. Her response was automatic, like Pavlov’s dog. Moisture began building in her pussy, dampening her panties.
His tongue searched her mouth, seeking more, deepening the connection. She kissed him back with everything she had to give, vaguely wondering what had brought on this sudden attack but enjoying every second of it. If Jackson Rivard had a sudden need to seduce her, she wasn’t one to complain.
“Wow,” she whispered when they paused for air. She closed her eyes for a moment as she breathed in the scent of him, her face pressed against his neck. “Where did that come from?”
He let out a shaky breath. “You opened Pandora’s box when you let me fuck you,” he said. “I can’t get enough.”
His honesty made her bold. She met his burning gaze, smiling coyly. “Then let’s take care of that right now.”
He whistled low as his eyes raked over her, revealing his need. It was so exciting to know how much he hungered for her.
“Damn it, I want to. You don’t know how much. But I can’t, not ‘til tonight. I’ve got tests to run, more extractions this afternoon, analysis to review. And there’s a grant application due tomorrow that I—”
Time to silence him. Carla looked around and made sure there was no one in sight. Then without moving away from him, she slipped her hand down between their bodies and cupped his raging hard-on. Jackson hissed out a breath as her palm caressed him.
“Start thinking outside the box,” she said, noticing beads of sweat dotting his forehead as he tried like hell to pretend there wasn’t a woman caressing him outside his research lab. “It’s what we corporate types do. Occasionally it has its usefulness.”
She stroked up and down his jeans, against the granite bulge of his cock, thrilled by Jackson’s quiet moans as she teased him mercilessly. “There must be offices not being used at the moment, or deserted basements in some of the buildings. Janitor’s closet, maybe? Any one of those would do in a pinch.”
She didn’t need to say more. He took her hand to lead the way toward a building where Carla hadn’t yet been. She nearly had to run to keep up with him, but she couldn’t help but smile. If this wasn’t a man in agony for her, she didn’t know who was.
They reached one of the smaller buildings and Jackson pulled her inside. Carla looked around. There were shelves and shelves of books, just like in a library, stacks of them filling the main space of the room. Along each wall were rows of file cabinets. And in a smaller adjoining room were several desks with chairs, clearly a study area.
“This is a library?” Carla asked, behavior instilled since childhood compelling her to whisper
“Yes,” Jackson replied tensely. “It’s for the researchers. It’s also the place where I’m going to fuck you.”
Her nipples tightened. She let out a breath. “Fantastic.”
They walked between the stacks and quickly through the main room, continuing into the presently unoccupied study area. What Carla hadn’t first noticed but did now were the number of doors leading off of the study room. Offices.
Jackson stuffed his free hand into his jeans pocket and pulled out his key ring. Flipping through the keys with impatience, he finally found the one he wanted, stuck it in the lock, and opened the door. Afternoon light streaming in from a single window revealed a small office. Jackson shut and locked the door behind them and led Carla over to a desk, shoving to one end the few items on it. Then he turned to her and kissed her again. Hard.
His drive was fierce, not cooled in the least by their walk to the building. As soon as he kissed her his hands roamed everywhere, sliding down her neck, across her breasts, between her legs. He caressed her through her jeans, sliding his palm back and forth over her mound in a deliciously wicked way. Carla sighed into his mouth as his fingers found her clit. Even through the material of her jeans and panties he was spot-on accurate, and she could feel the gush of wetness as she responded to his touch.
He broke the kiss and used both hands to unbutton her jeans and slide them down, along with her panties. He pulled off her shoes and then helped her out of the jeans and panties. With both hands he reached around her waist and lifted her to sit atop the desk.
“Spread your legs.”
She complied, exposing her sex to his appreciative eyes, like a queen bestowing favors to a humble subject.
He smiled and licked his lips. “Wider.”
Her thighs slid over the desk’s warm wood, as far as she was able.
Jackson’s scorching gaze roamed over her. He took a step forward and reached out, shoving up her blouse and bra, exposing her breasts. Her now bare nipples tightened.
He knelt down in front of her. “I like what I see.”
As his hands rested atop each of her legs to hold them wide, he spread soft kisses along her inner thighs, his lips dancing across the sensitive skin. She leaned back and placed her palms on the desk behind her, supporting herself. Licking her lips appreciatively, she watched as his hot mouth traveled along her inner thighs to the center of her legs. His tongue found her pulsing clit.
“Ah!” She groaned and let her head fall back.
Jackson broke away and looked up. “Touch yourself while I make you come. Caress your breasts and show me what feels good. I want to watch while I lick you.
She looked down at him, saw the tar black of his eyes and knew how turned on he was at the thought of her doing what he asked. For a moment a wave of shyness stilled her, but Jackson’s obvious desire for her swept it away. She lifted her hands, smoothing them over the tops and sides of her breasts. The burn of passion in Jackson’s gaze emboldened her. She smiled, using her fingers to pull and pinch her nipples, moaning softly as she did so.
“Yes, baby.” He drew in a sharp breath. “Just like that.”
He went back to work on her. With the tip of his tongue he swirled around her sensitive bud at first with soft as air strokes, growing stronger and more insistent as her arousal grew. He slipped two fingers through her wet folds, gathering moisture, before plunging deep in her hot core.
“Ohh!” She sucked in a breath, trying to stifle her cries, but Jackson made it impossible as he thrust faster and more deeply, curving his fingers toward her abdomen to brush her G-spot.
She cried out, parting her thighs wider still and pulling on her beet red nipples. “Jackson!”
“Give it to me, baby. Let yourself go.”
His fingers drove into her wet core as she careened toward release. She rocked her hips against him and looked down. He worked his tongue on her clit, his fingers inside her slick walls, his breath hot on her mound. She met his gaze as he looked up and her breath caught in her throat at the lustful burn reflected back at her.
Suddenly she could no longer support herself and lay back down. She drew her feet up and rested them atop the desk on either side of Jackson’s head. With both hands she continued to caress her breasts, pinching the sensitive nipples as she imagined Jackson’s tongue swirling around them as he licked her clit.
Her eyelids fluttered closed and she groaned, heat flushing over her as arousal built. She spread her thighs wider and shifted both hands to grip the sides of the desk. Bracing for support, she ground her pussy against Jackson’s face, increasing the pressure.
“More,” she begged. “Faster.” Blood roared in her ears as she rocked her hips, aching for release. Jackson’s fingers thrust deep, spearing her with pleasure, as his tongue continued to work her clit. Seconds later, she screamed as the orgasm consumed her.
As soon as the pulses calmed, Jackson lifted her to the floor and turned her around to face away from him. He pressed one hand on her back and bent her over the desk, the warm wood smooth against her forearms. She smiled with anticipation, hearing the rip of his zipper as he pulled down his jeans.
“Très belle,” he murmured as he slid his palms along her ass. He waited a beat to enter her, moving his body so it spooned behind her, his cock teasing, slipping between the crack of her ass. His arms came around and cupped her breasts, teasing the already pebbled nipples. She wished they were naked, desperate to feel the sleek skin of his body wrapped against her. But time for that later. Hopefully tonight.
She felt space between them. He’d moved back fractionally, enough to position himself. The condom paper ripped and the wet latex squeaked as he rolled it on. Then the tip of his cock pressed against her pussy, the thick mushroom head probing, gathering her juices, and thrusting home.
She cried out and bent forward even farther, shoving aside a pen to press her cheek against the desk, allowing Jackson as much access as he wanted. He buried himself in her, thrusting long and deep before pulling out and driving in again. His low, guttural groans, proof of his desire, heightened her own need. Arching her back, she met his thrusts full on, driving him deeper as he held her hips and pistoned away.
She loved the sexiness of it all — that they were in a library, that it was in the middle of the day, that there was a small element of danger in getting caught. But mostly she was turned on by how much Jackson wanted her. The man had practically dragged her into this room and tore her clothes off, and she loved every second of it.
His hand slipped around to her front, finding her clit. He began stroking her, timing his fingers with his thrusts, gently at first but then harder and faster. It excited her how well he already knew her body and responded to her signals. She tried to be quiet — who knew if anyone stood outside the door — but at some point she no longer cared. Jackson was too good a lover, and she was too turned on. If he chose to drive her wild, he’d damned well better be prepared for some noise.
Her heartbeat thundered against her chest like it was about to explode. Fiery heat burned through her body as her pussy clenched around his hard driving cock. She sucked in a breath as his slick finger continued to work her clit, expertly rubbing harder and faster as her arousal grew. Her lips parted and she groaned in ecstasy. A second orgasm hovered on the edge of a cliff. She was almost there.
Gripping either side of the desk, she steadied herself to meet Jackson’s thrusts. As he pounded against her, his hand lightly slapped her ass and she gasped in surprise at the searing, erotic sting. Another spank and she cried out, pussy gushing in response as her release loomed. Jackson’s heaving breaths signaled he was almost there, too.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he growled.
She opened her eyes and turned her head to look back at him. “Then give me more,” she ordered. “Fuck me hard.”