Big Pickle: A Secret Boss Romantic Comedy - JJ Knight Page 0,45

still there. Jason presses me close, his hand moving faster, fluttering, circling, working every angle.

I suck in a breath, and everything clenches. The orgasm begins tight and even, then bursts out, flashing through my core. I list forward, dropping the phone to the desk with a clatter. Jason holds on to me, and I bite down any sounds, refusing to make noise, gripping the desk and Jason’s strong arm.

When I’ve stopped trembling, Jason carefully shifts me around and lowers me to my desk chair.

“You all right?”

I nod.

He picks up the phone. “Still there?” he asks then sets the receiver down. “He’s gone.”

“I think I just ordered coffee,” I say.

Jason laughs. “I will be happy to drink your orgasm coffee.”

I kick my leg out. “You’re terrible.”

He kneels in front of me and zips up my pants. “You’re delicious. I think we should put this on my task list for every day, say two o’clock, after the lunch rush?”

My head spins thinking about it.

He sits back on his heels, his hands on my knees. “That looks like a yes to me.”

I stare at him, this beautiful, put-together man. His gorgeous face, that perfect stubble. His T-shirt stretches across his chest, and his thighs fill out his jeans.

I feel extremely brazen as I say, “Tomorrow, this office. Two o’clock. You. Naked. I’ll bring the condom.”

Our eyes clash and while I’ve said this half-jokingly, his gaze is serious as he adds his own demand.

“Bring a whole box.”

21

Jace

I’m not sure what the hell I’m doing.

But I’m loving every minute.

The next day, Nova and I glance at the clock every twenty-seven seconds. I spot her doing it. She sees me. At one point she says, “We should have chosen eight a.m.”

Except, Lamonte had been there to help with the bread, as he does twice a week. Technically, I’m not needed those days, but like hell am I going to miss one minute with Nova.

The deli settles down earlier than usual and at one-thirty, Kate comes out to say she’d like to leave early if she could. Lamonte and Elda can hold the fort.

When Kate has disappeared again, Nova says to me, “Early break?”

After our two encounters yesterday, I’m pretty sure my dick has grown three sizes from the pressure.

“I’ll race you.”

I take off running for the office. Nova laughs, yanking off her gloves and dropping them in the trash can. “You know the rules!”

Yes, I do. Me. Naked.

I have no problem with that.

She heads toward the deli front, no doubt to make a quick appearance before her disappearance. I don’t think about what I’m doing, or how crazy it is.

I head into her office and close the door.

And strip.

Man, she can get me good if she wants to. She could set up a web cam. Tell the rest of the staff to meet her in the office.

I check the window. Still covered.

I’m starting to sweat the whole idea when her door opens a crack.

“You indecent?” she whispers. Her eye peers through the opening.

And schwam, the cock engages.

“I see you are.” Her smile is huge as she slips inside and locks the door.

I’m not shy by any stretch, but when Nova turns around to check me out, I admit I’m anxious to please her.

She tilts her head, a fist under her chin. “Let me see. On a scale from one to ten—”

I don’t let her finish, but snatch her body against mine and shut her up with a long, mind-erasing kiss. When she’s gasping against me, I pull away and show her what I’ve done.

Her bra dangles from my fingertips.

She presses her hands to her chest. “How did you do that?”

“Dexterity and determination.”

“You’re a naughty, naughty intern.”

I admit it, her saying it makes my cock even harder.

“Now, sit,” she says and pushes me into her desk chair.

I fall onto the cloth seat. She kneels in front of me and takes my dick in both hands. “This needs some attention.”

“It’s all for you.”

Her gaze lifts to me, those long lashes framing two hungry brown eyes. Shit. I’m done for.

Her lips slide over my shaft, and I have to stifle a groan. My head falls back on the chair and I sink into the seat.

She takes her time, using her hands to cup my balls. Her mouth is warm and wet, and she senses what I’m looking for and adjusts her speed. She’s got every move in the playbook, and as each part unfolds, tongue and lips and fingers, I have to pull back from my bliss and clamp