Bring the Heat by Margot Radcliffe (13 ebook reader .txt) 📕

Her gaze grew defiant. ‘Are you a boy or a man, Jasper Mortimer?’

I gave a low laugh. ‘You don’t want to ask me that, even as a challenge.’

‘Why not? Will you punish me?’ Her voice was breathless, edged with sexual anticipation.

My cock leapt to full attention. Jesus. ‘Is that what you really want, Wren? For me to turn you around against this hedge and spank your tight little rump red for daring to question my manhood?’

Her eyes darkened, her mouth parting on a hot little pant. When her hips jerked forward a fraction, I yanked her the rest of the way, until our groins connected. Until she felt the hard, eager rod of my cock against her soft belly.

Hunger exploded over her face, her hands rising to grip my neck. ‘Do your worst,’ she invited with bite.

I fused my mouth to hers in a rough, carnal kiss powered by every single filthy fantasy I’d had about this woman. And there were hundreds. Thousands.

She opened for me immediately, her tongue gliding against mine in an erotic caress that weakened my knees. I tasted it, sucked on it, bit the tip and felt her shudder. Deepening the kiss, I trailed my hands up her flat belly and midriff to cup her soft, heavy breasts. Another moan escaped her, crushed between our lips as the kiss grew even more frantic.

She tasted intoxicating. Like the shot of adrenaline that brought every sense into vivid focus. I brushed my thumbs over the hard peaks of her nipples, then, giving into the wild clamouring, I nudged her zip halfway down her belly and pushed aside her bra. Before her gasp was fully formed, I swooped down and drew the exposed tip into my mouth. I suckled long and deep, then flicked my tongue rapidly over her burning flesh.

Her fingers bit into my nape. ‘God...yes!’

Frantically, I freed the other breast, caught the tip between my fingers and teased. Her fingers gripped my nape, her breathing erratic as she held me to her breasts. After delivering equal amounts of attention to each, I pulled back, again wracked with the need to see her face.

She looked even more spectacular than before. Defiant. Aroused. Wanton.

‘You’re so fucking gorgeous,’ I groaned.

An impatient sound escaped her, intensifying the heat in my veins. Dragging my hands from her breasts, I cupped her bottom, using the firm globes to pull her harder into my erection. She rewarded me by grinding her pelvis against my length, drawing needy sounds from both of us.

‘I really, really want to fuck you, Wren,’ I confessed, my voice a hot mess. ‘I’ve wanted you since you stepped into my boardroom five years ago.’

She gave a cheeky little laugh, her eyes lighting up for the first time tonight. ‘You mean when I turned down your internship offer?’

My fingers tightened on her bottom. ‘I’ll freely admit, I’m still a little salty about that.’

Her smile widened. ‘Poor Jasper. Not used to hearing no?’

I smiled in return. ‘I’m only sore at losing when what I want goes to a less worthy competitor. We both know why you turned me down.’

She licked her lips, her eyes lingering hungrily on mine. ‘Pray, enlighten me.’

I wasn’t going to ruin the moment by mentioning our family feud. ‘Because neither of us likes to mix business with pleasure,’ I said instead, running my thumb over her lower lip. Immediately her teeth nipped at my flesh, drawing a deep groan.

‘I’m not going to confirm or deny that assertion.’

‘Have it your way. I still want you. Badly.’

Eyes wild with defiance, she nodded eagerly, sucking my thumb into her mouth for a few seconds before she released me. ‘Yes. Now.’

I planted a long kiss on her mouth as I lowered her zip. Only to groan when shocking reality hit me. For ten long seconds I remained paralysed. ‘Shit.’

‘What?’ Her voice was beautifully slurred, her gaze hazy with arousal as she stared up at me. I wanted more of that look. Wanted to watch her shatter completely. Wanted to feel her pussy grip my cock as waves of ecstasy rolled over her.

‘I don’t have a condom,’ I confessed through gritted teeth.

She stared at me blankly for a few seconds before disappointment drenched her beautiful face. ‘Oh.’

I clenched my jaw tighter, unwilling to let go of this unique moment. ‘Are you on the Pill?’ I asked with more than a little hope. It wasn’t my usual practice. I liked to be in complete control of my sexual fate. But just this once I prayed for a yes.

‘No,’ she replied, pained resignation in her voice.

‘There are other ways, Wren.’ I pulled her closer, trailed my lips over her jaw until I reached her ear. ‘Let me make you come with my mouth. I want to taste you on my tongue. Lick you dry. You want to be transported? I can’t do it with my cock but I can give you a little relief. Don’t you want that?’

For a moment, she wavered, on the verge of calling quits on this madness. Selfishly, I didn’t want to let her.

‘I will eat you out for as long as you want me to. Think about how much I’ll suffer while you do. You get to ride my face while you torture the hell out of me,’ I invited.

Her fingers clenched harder into my skin. ‘Yes,’ she responded breathlessly. ‘Please. Yes.’

Satisfied that I had her back in the moment with me, I caught the soft fabric of her jumpsuit between my fingers, careful not to wrinkle the material. Normally I wouldn’t care but she had to return to a party filled with gossip-hungry guests and a mother she was clearly locked in tense disagreement with. I didn’t want to draw any more attention to what we’d been doing than necessary.

I trailed my lips back to hers and kissed her hard before releasing her. ‘Take this thing off for me,’ I instructed.

Soft hands drifted down my forearms and wrists and covered mine for a second before she complied. I