Page 50 of Let's Call a Truce
He closed his lips around my most sensitive spot and chuckled as he sucked, the vibration sending aftershocks through my body. “Then what do you want?”
My head dropped to the desk with a light bang. “Please. Please fuck me.”
He wasted no time. A second hardly passed before I heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper. I looked over my shoulder to see Ben rolling it onto his erection, his pants pushed down just enough to expose himself. It was the sexiest sight I had ever seen, a scene straight out of my erotic dreams, and I wondered if my alarm would go off any second and ruin my fun.
His eyes captured mine while he pumped himself a few times.
I nodded, and he lined himself up, running his tip across my entrance before pushing inside on one long thrust. I almost came apart, years of built-up tension coming to the surface in a single moment. He didn’t savor it, like he knew I couldn’t handle something sweet and slow.
“Does it feel good, baby?” All I could force my body to do was moan and nod. “I’ve thought about this every time I’ve seen you for the past two years. It’s been torture being close and not being inside of you. Tell me you’ve imagined this, too.”
“God, yes. More.”
“How long have you thought about this?” I nodded in response. He leaned down, his hips slowing as he licked up my neck to my ear, taking the lobe between his teeth. “If you want more, I want to hear an answer.”
“Since that day in the break room. Since the first time I saw you,” I replied between heavy breaths, and he groaned as he slammed harder into me, his grip tightening on my waist as he pulled me back to meet his punishing thrusts.
I let out a moan at the increased pace, him hitting the perfect spot inside of me. His hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my noises and arching my back up so he could reach my ear again, never slowing his movements. His voice dropped to a taunting whisper.
“Keep moaning like that, and we’ll get caught in a heartbeat. Can’t have us called into HR, now can we, Ms. Ryan?”
He loved my desperation, but I shook my head, unable to participate in our usual game of barbs. The feel of him inside of me was all-consuming. I was already so close again and couldn’t focus beyond the wave of pleasure. I reached down between my legs, starting small circles over my clit.
He slapped my hand away.
“Any release you get today will come from me. My hands, my tongue, my cock. There will be no lying to yourself about who made you feel this good.”
I whimpered at his words, desperate for as much of the pleasure he described as I could get. His hand took the place of mine between my legs as he continued moving inside of me. He brought me to the edge before pulling out, making me cry out in frustration.
The cruel, beautiful man.
He flipped me around, pushing me back so I was sitting on the desk.
“I want to see your face when you come all over my cock for the first time.”
He pushed back inside of me, his hands gripping my hips and keeping me balanced on the edge of the desk while he drove in over and over again. I leaned back on my elbows, letting my head fall back in pleasure.
“Look at me, Juliana.” Ben’s voice was so rough I hardly recognized it, but I pulled my head back up to meet his gaze. “That’s it, baby. God, you feel so fucking good.”
I held his gaze as his thumb moved back to my clit, rubbing in circles while he continued pushing inside me. The pressure sent me over the edge, and I spasmed around him as I found my release. He followed seconds later, his brows pinched in concentration as he pumped into me a few more times before stilling.
We held each other’s gaze for a long moment as the weight of what happened settled between us. I knew I needed to move, but my body and mind couldn’t seem to communicate yet. Before I could catch up, Ben leaned down slowly, giving me a languid kiss so unlike the rough sex we just had, his hand trailing lightly along my jaw. My heart lurched in my chest, and I tried not to think about what it meant.
He pulled away, taking care of the condom and tucking himself back into his clothes. He gripped my arm as I straightened myself up and headed for his door. I looked up to see his eyes were serious and dark.
“I played the role you needed me in today, Juliana. But you already know that isn’t who I am, even if you won’t admit it to yourself yet.”
He leaned down, dropping his head so his lips were right next to my ear. “But the next time I’m inside of you—and we both know there will be a next time—I won’t be playing a character. You’ll have come to terms with the fact you want me, the real me, as badly as I want you.”
He pressed one kiss behind my ear before straightening and turning back to his desk without another glance, leaving me to walk down the hall on unsteady legs, wondering what the hell had just happened.
Chapter 16
“Paris is comingover to play tomorrow,” Sophie said, bouncing in her seat at the dinner table.
I’d been dazed in the hours since leaving Ben’s office and was finally shaken from my thoughts. I raised an eyebrow at her.
“Excuse me, ma’am?”
