"Because that's the glue that holds us together," she replied as she flipped open a thick gold compact and applied a layer of fresh red lipstick. She reached out and grabbed a sheet of paper from my desk, blotted her lips, and then shrugged, "You want me. I like what you do when I drive you to the point that you can't hold back. We make a good team."
"You seriously piss me off," I grumbled.
"I know, and you love it," she smiled as she rose up out of her chair and walked around the desk. She sat on the edge of it before spreading her legs and giving me a clear view of the fact that she wasn't wearing anything under her short tight skirt. She dropped her voice and asked, "See anything you like, Jack?"
"Sloan, stop …" I said before tearing myself away from the view she was giving me.
"Oh, c'mon, Jack," she whispered as she shifted a little and spread her legs wider. "You know you want it."
I could feel the heat radiating off of her body and knew that I'd made a deal with the devil. I pushed myself up out of my chair and stood facing her as I ran one hand up the inside of her thighs. She smiled lazily as she spread her legs wider to give me full access.
"Sloan," I leaned in and spoke quietly in her ear as I caressed her soft thigh, reaching higher with each movement of my fingers. "I know what you want. I can smell it, and you know what, darling?"
"Mmmm," she purred as she stretched against my hand. "What?"
"I'll give it to you," I whispered as my fingers splayed her wet warmth and stroked the soft skin that lay between her lips. She moaned softly as I slid two fingers inside of her and flipped them up so that I was stroking both of her most sensitive spots at once. She moved her hips forward to meet my hand as she dropped her head backwards and closed her eyes. I concentrated on keeping the pressure and rhythm consistent and building steadily to her climax.
When she began to move her hips more insistently, I picked up the pace and stroked harder and faster, feeling her wetness cover my hand. As she headed for the finale, I could feel her gripping my fingers as I thrust up and into her harder and harder.
"Oh God, yes!" she moaned as she planted her palms behind her on the desk and violently shoved her hips forward to force my hand deeper inside of her. She whispered hoarsely, “Oh Jack, yes! That’s it! Right there!"
I felt her clench around my fingers as she reached her orgasm, and I thrust up into her, hard, and held my hand in place as she writhed on it. I watched her face as she enjoyed the rippling waves of her climax, and then once she had ceased pulsing on my hand, I withdrew it and stepped back to look at her.
"And that's the last time we do that," I said in a tone that slammed the door shut.
"What? Jack, no!" she protested as she stood up and made her way to the bathroom in the corner. "Don't be a spoilsport!"
"I mean it, Sloan," I said looking out the window. "That was the last time I'll be your personal dildo."
"I wouldn't count on that if I were you, Jack," she said, smiling mysteriously as she returned to the office and grabbed her purse.
Then she turned on her heel and marched out the door, leaving me to wonder exactly what she'd meant by that.
BAD BOY BILLIONAIRE VOLUME III
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Leah
The ride home that night felt like the longest one ever, and by the time Riley and I got off the train, it was well past dinnertime.
"How about we go home and change our clothes, order a pizza, and curl up on the couch and watch a movie?" I suggested as we rounded the corner and saw that a fleet of fire trucks were parked halfway down the block with lights flashing and equipment strewn across the road.
My heart sank as I picked up the pace and raced toward our house. I was stopped by a Captain in a crisp uniform who told me that she needed to see ID.
"That's my house!" I cried as I stood looking at the charred exterior, broken windows, and the muddied lawn in front. I could see the firefighters in their bright yellow jackets and red helmets walking out of the house holding axes and yelling at one another. I thought of Mama. I yelled, “Where's my mother? My mother was in the house!"
"Ma'am," the Captain said as she put a hand on my arm. "Your mother was evacuated, treated for smoke inhalation, and transported by ambulance to the hospital."
"She's okay?" I whispered. "She's not dead?"
"No, Ma'am," the Chief said with a grimace. "She was very much alive and kicking when my team pulled her out of the house."
"Did Gram swear at you?" Riley piped up as she looked expectantly at the Chief.
"Indeed, she did," the woman nodded. "She was quite vocal."
"Don't take it personally," Riley said as she patted the Chief's arm. "She does that with everyone."