Playing With Trouble (Desire Bay 1)

She spread her arms out and arched into his mouth. But right as she was going crazy for him, he pulled back and rose to stand tall again.

“Wait, where are you going?” she asked.

“I’m still right here,” he said and stirred himself inside her. His hip bones knocking against her inner thighs and the feel of him hitting that sensitive spot inside made a second orgasm kick into gear.

“I’m just being thorough, after all. I see you like this . . .” He stirred and stirred. His big hands clamped around her waist, thumbs digging into her pelvis, and he moved her body with his. Staying so deep, she felt him everywhere. “You like deep and slow, don’t you?”

She nodded, because words escaped her. She couldn’t form any even if she wanted to. All she could do was throw her hips out, trying to take more, but Jacob held her tight. Moving her how he wanted to. Slow, steady, thorough. But he seemed to pick up on her need and the orgasm boiling in her veins. Her sheath tensed once . . . then again.

God, she was so close!

He hit her with a victorious smile. “I feel you just fine. I know you’re close,” he said, as if reading her mind.

He lifted her hips, causing her to arch even farther so that only her ass and her shoulders were on the desk. It was enough for him to hit that spot inside once more and send her into a slow, steady, consuming release that burned her up from the inside out.

“Jacob . . . oh my God. It feels so . . .”

“Different?” he said, like he knew what he was doing. Because he did. She could feel the confidence in every move he made. The first orgasm was with his mouth, raw and fast and wild. This was only with him inside her, and it was smooth and fluid and intense. She’d never felt anything like it. Never been taken like this before.

Long, heavy breaths and she was coming down from the pleasure, but Jacob didn’t seem to be through with her.

“You’re not done yet,” he said with a wicked smile. His big hands were still gripping her hips, keeping her arched and open to him. “If you don’t want people to come in here, I suggest you prepare yourself to tamp down your screams.”

Before she could ask what he meant, he pulled all the way out of her and hammered back inside.

“Oh!” she gasped.

He did it again and again. Pulling her whole body onto his as he fucked her hard and fast and deep. Over and over, shoving himself inside her and igniting sparks of pleasure that never died down.

Her breasts bounced, each movement causing them to spring farther and farther out of her bra, and the sounds of Jacob’s hips slapping against her thighs rang through the shop, and the desk screeched and whined as he pounded her again and again.

She was whispering his name—wait . . . she was screaming it. Begging for more. Harder. She clawed at the desk beneath her, feeling like an animal and needing everything he had. Wanting him to slake it on her. Wanting to feel the heat and the anger and the passion.

She couldn’t hold back. She didn’t even have a warning for this orgasm. It hit her like a flash flood and swept her away with shocking force. She jolted so hard, she about came off the desk.

“That’s it, baby,” he said around gritted teeth. “I feel you squeezing me. You’re going to make me come.”

Just when she felt like she couldn’t handle any more, Jacob shot impossibly hard and even larger inside her, spurring her orgasm into another dimension of amazing. She felt him come, strong and intense, just like he was.

He heaved over her, hanging his head for a moment to take in extra air. Her body was limp, spent, and so damn satisfied she didn’t think she could walk.

Jacob pulled out of her, took care of the condom, and fastened his pants. He helped her up and pulled her skirt back into place as she fixed her bra and shirt.

Her legs were wobbly, so she had to lean against the desk to steady herself.

When she got the last button fastened, she looked at Jacob Lock.

And what a sight it was. Rumpled hair that her fingers had just been in and a lazy, happy smile took up his whole face.

“I guess it’s true what they say,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “Stopping to smell the roses really can brighten your outlook on the day.”

Laura hit him with a glare, but it didn’t hold any heat. Mostly because Jake knew exactly what real heat from the woman felt like now. Holy hell, he’d never come so hard in his life.

He’d wanted to make her beg. Show her how thorough he could be. And he had. Something he gave himself a mental high five for, because if it meant he’d get her to give in to him again, he’d take it.

She’d screamed—screamed—his name. Clawed at him and begged him. Those memories alone were going to keep him up all night for the foreseeable future. He wanted to prove a point, but he also wanted to learn her, in the only way she’d let him. Through sex.

“Why do you look so smug?” she asked.