Sliding his hand up my inner thigh, I suck in a deep breath. That’s all it takes for Jamie to realize he has the go-ahead from me. Sometimes, I wish he wasn’t such a gentleman and would just take what he wants. But his kinder, more thoughtful side is one of the things I like most about Jamie. Right now, I am about to see another side, as his fingers creep up the inseam of my thigh could make my ovaries explode.
A wicked smile reaches up to his eyes before he grabs my hair, pulling me to him, while the other hand continues to make its way up to my aching pussy. I’m wet, so fucking wet.
“Jamie,” I moan right before he presses his lips to mine.
He silences me with his tongue, slipping it inside my mouth. Our kisses are animalistic and rough, yet soft and tender. My head spins from the passion behind each kiss, unable to get enough of Jamie.
Once he has my skirt pushed up my thighs, exposing pink boy shorts, he pushes my legs together to slide my underwear down to my ankles and throws them on the floor behind him. The look in his eyes is primal, devouring every inch of my body. With my pussy on display, I feel so vulnerable, so exposed. But I don’t care.
I wasn’t expecting Jamie to see me in my lounging around the house underwear, let alone like this, but I’m not about to stop him from plunging his fingers inside me. I want this. I want him. I missed his kiss, his touch, while he was gone, busy with work and wedding plans.
“Fuck, Regan,” he mutters under his breath and licks his lips. “You’re so fucking wet. If we were anywhere but here...”
He doesn’t have to finish his sentence for me to know what he was about to say. “I know,” I choke out, biting down on my bottom lip in an attempt to stifle my moans.
At first, Jamie starts slow, easing his fingers in and out of my slickness, but his pace quickens with each groan of pleasure that escapes my lips. And there are a lot of them. Spinning into a frenzy of sexual bliss, I’m consumed by the high that Jamie’s touch provides. My insides tighten around his fingers, so close to finding my release, and I think he knows it.
“Come for me,” he says against my lips before slipping his tongue inside my mouth once more. “I want you to come all over my fingers, so I can taste you.”
As if I wasn’t already turned on, his words set me over the edge.
“Jamie,” I moan with each kiss, gripping a fist full of his hair in my hands as my entire body trembles, the heat spreading from my cheeks to my toes.
After my body stops convulsing and my moans die off, he slides his fingers out of me and looks up at me, as he sucks my juices from them, looking sexy-as-fuck.
“Mmm…you taste good, baby,” he says, removing his fingers from his mouth. “I want more.”
“Then take it,” I counter, challenging him to continue. “I’m yours.”
Without another word, Jamie bends down to kiss my thigh, pushing my legs open wider, as he grips my legs with his hands. He lifts my leg over his shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses on my skin, teasing me before he pulls me closer to him. Adjusting to my new position on the couch, I use my elbows for support because I want to watch him. That primal look has returned to his eyes once more, making my pussy clench. He rolls his tongue over his over lips, maintaining eye contact with me as he dips down to suck on my clit.
I can’t breathe. My entire world shifts on its axis the moment Jamie laps up my juices with his tongue. His lips and mouth, combined with the tiny bit of stubble that rubs against my pussy, feels so good I want to remember this moment forever. I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want this to end. His tongue is like heaven.
Gripping his hair in my hands, I try not to pull too tight, as he continues to look up at me. With his eyes focused on me, I’m so turned on as I watch him work his magic on my pussy. I’m ready to have another mind-shattering orgasm, the feeling so intense my entire body sets on fire, a burst of heat traveling down my arms and legs, causing my toes to curl.
But the most annoying sound I have ever heard interrupts us, snapping both of us back to reality in an instant. I’m panting so heavy that I have trouble breathing when I listen to a beeping sound, followed by a woman’s voice.
“Mr. O’Connor,” the woman clears her throat, “um…are you busy?”
Shaking his head in frustration, he lets out a sigh and speaks loud enough that his voice reaches the phone across the room on his desk. “Judith, I’m kind of in the middle of something right now. Can this wait?”
“I’m afraid not. Mr. Conway wants to see you in his office. He said it was urgent and to send you up right away.”
“Okay,” Jamie groans. “Tell him I’ll be there in five minutes.”
“Will do,” she says, in a pleasant tone before the line goes dead.
Jamie turns to face me with his mouth full of my juices, only making me want him more. “I have to get going,” he says, disappointed. “You have no idea how much I want to tell my boss to fuck off and finish what we started, but he’s the CEO, and I won’t have a job if I do that.”
Using my thumb, I wipe his face clean, and he takes my hand, licking off what’s left with a wicked smile. “You taste so fucking good. I could eat your pussy all day.”
“Apparently, that’s another one of your hidden talents. I will have to take you up on that offer another time.”
“Thank you for understanding,” he says, his fingers intertwined with mine. “I know this is hard. With how much we work, our time is already spread thin. Once I hand over this game, the Flyers should be out of the playoffs, and we will have a lot more time together.”
“Way to show your team spirit,” I deadpan.
He flashes a devious grin. “Even though we both want them to win, I’m only trying to be realistic.”