I Have Lived and I Have Loved - Willow Winters Page 0,323

throat at the dizzying sensation. “So. Fucking. Good.”

She scratched her nails so hard down my back it interrupted my rhythm. When I glanced at her, she grinned. I pulled her arms down and slid my palms against hers, pinning her to the mattress, and began to push into her again. “Watch your manners, Ms. Jayne. If you’re not careful, I won’t let you come.”

She raised an eyebrow. “As if you could stop me.”

She had no idea.

I stilled. “Wanna test that theory?” She squirmed underneath me, desperate for more of my cock. “Yeah, I didn’t think so.”

“You’re an arrogant pig,” she spat out and turned her head to the side.

“I think what you meant to say is ‘thank you for fucking me.’” I moved on top of her, grinding into her. I might be baiting her, but really I wanted to scream at how perfect she was, how good she made me feel. All these months of denying I wanted her burst out. Harper Jayne was every bit as sexy, passionate, and greedy as I’d imagined.

Her breaths were short and needy and her sounds louder and less and less controlled.

“You’re beautiful. And sexy and—” I paused a second. I had to be careful I didn’t come first. “And you drive me crazy at work.” I thrust again. “Because I want to bend you over my desk and drive my cock into you. Just. Like. That.”

She screamed as she came, rippling around me, pulling my come from my cock, milking it, owning it. I couldn’t resist her and came, roaring her name.

I collapsed on top of her and savored the feel of my hot skin covering hers.

Rolling onto my back, I reached out and slid her into my arms.

“You looking for a high five?” she asked and I chuckled.

“Stop being annoying for five seconds and come here,” I said. She moved a few inches closer and settled into me. “So irritating.” I kissed the top of her head.

After a few minutes she pushed herself up on her elbow. “Do you really think about fucking me over your desk?”

I groaned. “You can’t question me on stuff I say while I’m fucking.”

“Why?” she asked. “Is this some rule I don’t know about?”

“Yes, it’s a rule. The first rule of dirty talk is that after you come, you don’t discuss what was said in the heat of the moment.”

I expected abuse in response, but she was quiet for a few moments before saying, “Oh. I didn’t know.” It was such an uncharacteristic reply. I wanted to ask her what she was thinking but despite the fact that three minutes ago I’d been fucking her, it seemed like prying.

I pulled her closer.

“Did you look at my revised Bangladesh report?”

Did she really just ask me that? “No.”

“No?” she asked. “You’ve had it nearly a week.” She ran her fingertips over my chest.

“No, we’re not talking about it now. Fucking hell, Harper, I just came like five seconds ago. I don’t want to be reminded of the fact that fucking you is totally inappropriate.”

“Inappropriate?” she yelled. Were we back to the shouting already? “Get the fuck out of my bed.” She tried to push me off the mattress.

Jesus. I couldn’t do anything right with this girl. Except make her come, apparently.

I gripped her wrists and she started to kick me, so I rolled her to her back and pinned her thighs to the bed to stop her thrashing. “Jesus, woman, you go from zero to sixty in a millisecond.” She closed her eyes and turned her head to the side.

“Get off me.”

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong and why you’re freaking out.”

“Unbelievable.”

At least she turned and looked at me.

“What?” I asked.

“You just told me fucking me is inappropriate. Like your body acted without your consent. And you expect me not to have a reaction to that? You’re an—”

“Asshole,” I said, finishing her sentence. “Yes, I heard you the first fifteen thousand times you said it.” I released her and rolled off the bed, pissed she was giving me such a hard time every second of every minute of every day. I was her boss; of course it was inappropriate for me to fuck her. I grabbed my shorts and T-shirt and dressed quickly.

“And now you’re just going to go?” she asked, propped up on her elbows, her perfectly round tits begging me to come back to bed.

“Did you forget that you ordered me out of your apartment?”

“Whatever.” She leapt out of bed and barged into the bathroom,