Clamping a hand down on my shoulder, Jackson spins me around and bends me over his desk. My lips brush against the wood, the smell of lemon furniture polish filling my nostrils, as he grips my hair and holds me in place.
“Spread your legs,” he demands and shoves his knee between my thighs. “Wider,” he growls into my ear, leaning over me.
Jackson takes his time with hiking up my dress, still holding onto my hair with one hand. By the time his hand slides up my inner thigh, my entire body is one fire, desperate for more. I say a silent prayer that no one will bother us this time because I need this. After he left me hanging this morning, I was still wet with desire. I can’t wait any longer.
He tugs down my panties that fall to my ankles and takes my ass in his hands before crouching down to kiss my bare skin, torturing me. Burying his face between my legs, he breathes against my pussy, causing my toes curl. I moan, softly, holding onto the edge of the desk as his tongue slips between my folds. Unable to move or think straight, I scream his name, forgetting we are inside his office where Alexa can probably hear us.
But I don’ care. Alexa could bang down the door, and I wouldn’t stop Jackson from shoving two fingers inside me. His tongue brings me to the point of convulsing, my entire body set on fire, hitting every sensitive spot at once.
He stops moving just long enough for me to panic. What the fuck is he doing?
Before I can ask, he says, “Chloe, are you listening to me?”
“Uh-huh,” I mutter, nervous about what will come next.
“Good. I want you to come all over my fingers and my face and do it quickly. Understand?”
“Yes, Dr. King,” I say with a smile because that’s an order I know I can follow.
“That’s
a good girl,” he says and gets back to work.
Once again, he holds my ass tighter, moving my legs further apart so he can lick every bit of my juices. His tongue is like magic, casting a spell on me. My body grows warmer, and my mind goes blank as my heart rate speeds up. At least I know I won’t disappoint him. He wants me to come on his face and fingers, and I have no problem doing just that.
My orgasm is mind-shattering, life changing, taking me to the point of ecstasy I have never felt before. Jackson King is a sex god, plain and simple. There’s no other way to describe how this man is real, giving out orgasms one after another. I moan so loud I have to cover my mouth with my hand to stifle the sound.
I don’t want Alexa to think he killed me even though it sure as hell feels like he did.
“Jackson,” I moan one last time, my entire body shaking in the process. “Oh. My. God.” Smashing my cheek into the wood, I lean my head to the side, out of breath.
I expect him to fuck me, but instead, he slides my panties back up as he comes to a standing. He smacks me on the ass, hitting me hard enough to leave a mark. But it feels good, and I want him to do it again. Jackson may not be my first sex partner, but he sure as hell is my first orgasm. Now, I know what I have been missing for all these years.
He comes to a standing and leans over me to twist my hair in his hands, forcing me to look up at him. “Thank you for lunch, Chloe. Your pussy was exactly what I wanted to eat.”
I have no idea what to say, but I lay there, confused, and watch him as he pulls my skirt back into place. Then, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and fixes the bulge in his pants.
He’s hard, so why doesn’t he want to fuck me?
“Get up,” he orders, giving me a look that could cut through glass. “Go get ready. I’m taking you somewhere.”
“Umm…okay.” My voice is shaky when I speak. “Where are we going?”
He presses his mouth to mine, the taste of my juices still on his lips. “Now, if I tell you that would defeat the purpose of the surprise.”
With both of his hands gripping my shoulders, he holds me in place, making my head spin when he kisses me. His tongue tangles with mine, the passion behind each kiss so overwhelming. No one has ever kissed me like this before. Not even Jackson. At least not until now. He was never this aggressive and intense, our kisses of the past a faint memory in comparison to the present.
When our mouths finally separate, I have trouble catching my breath. In awe of this man, I’m speechless of the power his kiss has over me. And once he takes a step back and locks eyes with me, he leaves me wanting more.
“Chloe,” he says, snapping me out of the trance he has me under, summoning me back to reality.
“Yes, Dr. King.” My voice is a whisper in the silent room.
“I wasn’t joking. Go get your things, or I will leave without you. This is not something you want to miss.”
I nod and leave his office without another word. Whatever he has planned for me, I am not about to miss.
Chapter Ten