Talking Dirty with the CEO - By Jackie Ashenden Page 0,39
as he eased in a second, thrusting gently.
“Yeah, honey,” his voice a growl. “Keep doing that. I want to watch you come.”
She’d never been the type for dirty talk or letting it all hang out. Sex had always been awkward and if it hadn’t been awkward then it had just been…nice.
But this wasn’t nice. Straddling a guy in a chair while he brought you to orgasm with his hand? Oh, that wasn’t nice. That was dirty. And hot. And so erotic she almost came there and then.
Christie arched back. Her grip on him faltered, became jerky as the movement of his fingers became faster. Harder.
She screwed her eyes shut, panting. It was too much. Way too much. “Joseph, I can’t…I’m going to…”
But then he brushed her clit with his thumb and the climax roared over her, unstoppable. She cried out, shuddering, losing herself for a couple of seconds.
“Come back to me, beautiful,” he whispered in her ear, his hands sliding up her spine. Then, husky and soft, “Wallet. Back pocket.”
It took her a moment to process what he was actually talking about. Then another to come back to earth. Then she couldn’t get to it fast enough, leaning around to grab his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans. There were several condoms in it, and thank God for that because she certainly didn’t have any.
She ripped open the packet.
Joseph watched her, his eyes half-closed, blue glittering from beneath black lashes. “You do it this time.”
And Christie found that this time, she wanted to. She took him in her hand, rolling the latex down over him, feeling his thighs tense underneath her, hearing the sharp hiss of his breath. His response made her heart pound with excitement. With anticipation.
Yet she found herself wanting to draw it out, tease him even more.
“Do it,” he ordered roughly as her hands lingered on him. “I need you now.”
I need you now.
A demand she’d give in to every time.
Christie lifted herself up, positioning him, then she sank down onto him. He was big and hard, and he stretched her, making her tremble, making her grasp.
He groaned her name, his head falling back, his hands gripping her hips tight. She began to move on him, a deep, slow rhythm that had her panting, the tight burn of pleasure starting again, becoming more intense with every lift of her hips.
Joseph shifted, one hand sliding up her spine under her T-shirt, pressing her close, while the other gripped the back of her head. Then he pulled her mouth down on his, hard and hot and demanding, the flex of his hips driving her further and further into madness. Further and further into pleasure.
Until everything fell away and there was nothing left in the whole universe to hold on to. Nothing except him.
Chapter Eight
Joseph picked up his wallet and keys from the table in Christie’s living room and paused, staring at the half-built computer sitting on the top of it.
You’re a jerk, you know that?
Yeah, he did. He’d awoken early and since Christie was fast asleep, he’d slid out of bed and dressed. Saturday mornings he always got up early to ride the mountain bike trails in Woodhill Forest because if he didn’t expend some energy, he found his concentration was useless the whole weekend.
He hadn’t planned on waking her to say good-bye. Why make things awkward for both of them? They’d agreed on one more night and that’s what they had. And now it was over.
You’re still a jerk.
Joseph cursed and glanced back down the hallway to where Christie’s bedroom was.
That’s just the way he was. Just the way his ADHD had made him. Which was why he chose women who didn’t care. Who didn’t want anything more than he did and who didn’t get hurt when he left.
Women who weren’t Christie.
Because she would be hurt if he left. Yeah, she definitely would. Under those tough clothes, that sometimes defensive shell, she was vulnerable.
Vulnerable in a way none of his other lovers were. Which made being with her playing with fire.
His gaze lingered on the circuits and wires of the computer on the table.
He’d sat beside her last night for a whole hour playing with that thing and talking. Enjoying every second of it. He hadn’t done that for pure enjoyment’s sake since he’d been a kid. Then her shy admission that she liked being with him… It had touched him.
He’d never had a woman tell him that before. Oh, they enjoyed the orgasms he gave