Proof 2

He stops and stares at me in a way that makes me feel like he is picking me apart, piece by piece. “Let’s play a game.”

“You and your damn games. I swear it’s like you were deprived of fun as a child.” His lips twitch as he slides his palms up my thighs. They tremble beneath his touch, and I press them together to hide their shakiness.

“You’ll like this one. I promise.” He makes quick work of my sneakers and socks, and they thud against the carpet like stripped battle armor.

I rise up on my elbows. “What are the rules?”

His eyes bleed to black. “There is only one.” “That seems easy.” He tsks as he drags my dress hem a little higher. My breathing comes out harsher, and that seems to only encourage him.

“Beg.”

I shoot him a glare. “If you expect me to beg for your cock, you have another thing coming.”

One side of his mouth lifts into a smirk. “Who said anything about my cock?”

“Then what exactly do you want me to beg for—” Jason ’s fingers grab onto the edges of my thong and drag it downward. He takes his time, turning the removal of my clothing into an event. I can barely take his drawn-out touches and the burning glances.

“I don’t like this game.” I groan, growing impatient with each passing second.

He tugs my dress up higher and parts my thighs. “I’m sure I can change your mind soon enough.” Any reply I might have made is stolen as he presses his palm against my chest and shoves me backward. He drops to his knees and drags me toward his face.

Oh God. A sight like that could bring a woman to the brink of orgasm alone.

With the way my lower half throbs, it wouldn’t take much to pull me over the edge. Especially not with the way he stares at me. It scares me as much as it enthralls me, and I dance between the two as his fingers part me for him. My entire body buzzes as his tongue darts out, teasing me. I arch my back in response, and my thighs squeeze his head between them. His chuckle makes my clit vibrate. My fingers grip onto the comforter as he destroys my ability to think of anything but his tongue diving into me.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my life. Everything about him is sensual, from the way his nails dig into my thighs as he teases me to the way he groans against me when I sigh. All is lost the moment he slips a finger inside me. His lips wrap around my clit, sucking to the point of pain.

He stops every single time I near my peak. I curse him in the same sentence I praise him, and that only seems to make him draw everything out.

No man has ever made me feel devoured like this. I want him to make me stop hurting as much as I want him to never stop fucking me.

I nearly crack and beg for him to finish what he started but I hold out. If he expects me to break, he has another thing coming. I’ll make him work just as hard to prove a point.

I won’t yield for him. Not in a boardroom and not in the bedroom.

Jason rises to my challenge with vigor. My sensitive clit aches, begging for mercy Jason won’t give. I’m a mess as I thrash against the sheets. Jason cracks the code of my body like a nuclear bomb, and one word earns me the keys to paradise.

“Please.” My cheeks are damp from tears I wasn’t aware had fallen.

His chuckle sends another wave of arousal through me. “You put up a good fight. You’ll be rewarded for that.” I moan as he slips a second finger inside, crooking the two so they glide against my G-spot. The way he sucks on my clit combined with the torture of his fingers shoves me off the edge.

My body shudders as Jason continues fucking me with his tongue. He plays my body like his favorite instrument, drawing out my orgasm for as long as possible. I expect him to stop as I come down, but his movement only grows more desperate.

My voice is hoarse as I scream out his name, and that seems to drive him wild. His fingers grip onto my ass as he pulls me forward, driving his tongue into me like I wish his cock would. I clutch onto his hair and tug at the strands. He groans, pressing his thumb against my swollen clit. The way he circles the flesh has me climbing until I chase my second orgasm like a shooting star.

Jason abandons my clit and pulls me into his embrace. He sucks up my cries as his mouth latches onto mine, drawing another shaky breath from me. My lips part and he brushes his tongue against mine, making me taste just how much I want him. His fingers grip onto the back of my neck,

and his thumb strokes my rapid pulse point.

His kiss becomes less frantic as I come down from my high. He switches from punishing to apologetic, with the slight trace of his tongue across my bottom lip becoming my undoing.

I feel light-headed, like a high I have yet to come down from. “Are you sure you’re not a virgin?”

He gives my pussy a slap. “What did you say?”

I gasp at the sensation, “I’m kidding!”

“Just because I haven’t been with anyone in a long time doesn’t mean I forgot how things work.”

“Why haven’t you? Been with someone, I mean?” I never should have asked the question. I knew it was a bad idea, yet I couldn’t stop myself, as per usual around Jason lately.

“It didn’t feel right.”

“Because you were obsessed with me?” I stroke the fire in his eyes with verbal lighter fluid.

His lips press against mine. “That’s narcissistic of you.” I grin.

“It must be contagious around here.” He kisses me until I’m completely boneless, waiting for the next step.

What is the next step?