This Man (This Man 1)

‘You would have ruined it. ’ I gasp when he plunges two fingers into me. I’ve not even recovered from my last mind numbing climax, and I’m set to go on another. This man is seriously talented.

‘Probably,’ he confirms as he circles me deeply, pushing his fingers as far as he can get them.

‘Hmmm. ’ I sigh in total satisfaction, tensing my legs underneath him.

‘Don’t be wearing anything ridiculous either. ’

I throw my hand out to grab his shoulder and pull him down to my mouth, but he won’t budge. He’s looking at me expectantly and I realise…he’s waiting for a confirmation that I understand his commands.

‘I won’t!’ I cry desperately when he hits me with a delicious sweep of his thumb over my clitoris.

‘Are you going to come, Ava?’

‘Yes!’ I yell at his face. Any moment now, I’m going to have an en-core to my previous release, and it’s going to be equally as satisfying and earth shattering. ‘Please!’

He moves in closer, his lips as close to mine as they can be without touching. ‘Hmmm, that feel good, baby?’ He pushes in deep and high, brushing my front wall.

‘Oh God!’ I cry. ‘Jesse, please. ’ I lift my head to try and capture his lips, but he pulls back.

‘You want me?’

I’m starting to burn, my legs tensing as he strokes between my swelling lips. ‘Yes. ’

‘Do you want to please me, Ava?’

‘Yes. Jesse, please!’ I cry.

I’m completely stunned when he withdraws his fingers and rises from the bed.

What? No!

Author: Jodi Ellen Malpas I’m on the cusp of falling over the edge, and just like that, my pending orgasm has disappeared, leaving me feeling like an unexploded bomb. ‘What are you doing?’ I ask in my stunned state.

‘You want me to finish the job?’ He cocks his head, tucking himself into his trousers.

‘Yes!’

His eyes lock with mine. ‘Don’t go out. ’

‘No!’

He shrugs. ‘My work here is done. ’ He kisses the air, staring at me through his hooded, green pools, before he turns and walks out.

I’m flat on my back, naked, feeling like I’ve been marked, and I’m desperate for release. I can’t believe he’s just done that. I know what that was. That was a failed sense fuck followed up by a failed finger tease. It’s a complete manipulation tactic.

‘I’ll sort myself out then!’ I shout as the door slams behind him. I won’t. It would be nowhere near as satisfying if I do it myself.

I huff, taking my naked body over to my underwear drawer to find my most racy set. Pink lace should do it. I slip it on and retrieve the posh boutique bag, smiling as I unfold the tissue paper that’s protecting the five hundred pound, ultimate taboo dress. She who laughs last, Mr Ward!

I battle with the zip again, sort out my half-finished make-up and present myself to the mirror. I’m very pleased with myself. The cream, silk taboo dress looks damn good, my skin sun kissed, my eyes dark and smoky and my hair a mass of chocolate waves. I slip my feet into my cream Carvella stilettos and spritz myself with Calvin Klein’s Eternity.

‘Fucking hell!’ Kate screeches. I turn to face her, finding her looking up and down my tight, silk clad body. ‘He’ll go mad!’

I scoff. ‘The Lord of the Manor can fuck right off!’

Kate laughs. ‘Oh, you are feeling brave. I love it!’ She walks in, looking her usual stunning self, in a vivid green dress and navy heels. ‘What did he do to deserve this?’

‘He left me pre-orgasm after failing to fuck some sense into me. ’ I toss it out there casually. I can’t believe I just admitted that.