Playing With Trouble (Desire Bay 1)

A husky chuckle came from Jacob, and he gently bit the inside her thigh. Effectively stopping her poor excuse to get away. Because she didn’t want to get away. She wanted to stay. Right there. With him between her legs.

“No one comes in here,” he said.

“Hey!” she snapped. “I have a customer now. And the shop is open. People can come in at any time.”

“Well, if you’re that worried about it . . .” He flicked his tongue against her clit. Hard and fast, but enough to make her see stars and moan. “Then I can stop. It’s your call.”

That made her glare at him. Because they still didn’t see eye to eye on things. But she might as well enjoy what she could, because she was so worked up, not even a bu

cket of ice water could cure this kind of heat.

Only Jacob could.

She pulled his hair hard and scratched his back with the sharp point of her stiletto. “Don’t you dare stop,” she said.

She felt his teeth scratch along her skin. His big, brawny arm wrapped all the way around her waist, and he pulled her onto his waiting tongue.

“Oh God!” she cried out and clung to the top of his head. She was almost falling off the side of the desk, but Jacob held her tight. Gravity was weighing her down and forcing her to take his stiff tongue deep.

He hummed, and Laura thought she’d instantly come just from that.

She rocked her hips, fucking his tongue and clawing at his scalp, searching for the release that was on the brink of taking her over already.

But he backed off just enough to lick her entire sex and suck hard on her clit.

Now this was impressive. “Please, please, please more.”

She was panting. Begging. Needing him. And the way his mouth worked her over, flicking and eating at her like she was made of caramel, had her skin buzzing.

“Say it again,” he rasped.

“Please, Jacob,” she said. “Please give me more.”

He gripped her tighter and plunged his free hand between her legs, thrusting one finger deep while he battered the sensitive bundle of nerves with his masterful tongue.

“Yes!” Her entire body lit up like a Christmas tree. Bright white lights twinkling behind her eyes and pleasure so hot and intense, she could feel the color red. Her sheath spasmed uncontrollably. Milking his finger and wanting even more of him with every lash of her release.

She was twisted up and concentrating on breathing, because her chest was too busy heaving from the intensity of pleasure to take full inhales.

She barely registered Jacob kissing her thighs as he rose. She leaned back on the desk, scooting just enough to keep her balance, because Jacob was still standing between her thighs.

He grabbed a condom from his pocked, ripped it open, and had his belt unfastened and himself covered in record time.

“Still want more?” he asked, running the head of his cock along her drenched folds.

“Yes,” she said. “I’m eager to see this thoroughness you boast about.”

“Be careful what you wish for,” he said and surged his hips forward, burying himself inside her in one long thrust. He was so powerful that she couldn’t support herself anymore.

He withdrew and surged back even harder. Deeper.

She moaned his name and gave in to all his strength.

She lay back on the desk, knocking over the phone and papers and other random things. She didn’t care.

“God, you’re so sexy,” he growled and with one hand flicked the few buttons on her shirt open and tugged her bra down, wedging it beneath her breasts.

The cold air hit her chest, and her nipples beaded harder. But Jacob’s mouth was right there to bring the heat. He leaned over her and sucked one, then the other. Circling the entire peak of her breast before gently biting and sucking it again.