Page 49 of Let's Call a Truce
“Okay, yes. Please.Pleasetouch me.”
My hand settled over his, easing his fingers underneath my panties and letting him see how affected I was by his actions. We both gasped as he slipped a long finger inside.
Ben never let up on his movements, adding a second finger as he kissed his way up my neck and to my ear. Through the haze of pleasure, he whispered words against my neck.
“I’ve wanted this from the moment I saw you” and “God you are so beautiful” and “You are everything I’ve ever dreamed.”
Emotions I hadn’t felt in almost three years bubbled up, and I wasn’t sure I was ready to hear those words again. The hammering in my chest changed, fear shooting through me at what this would mean for me, for us.
I pushed him away with my chest heaving. I could see the hurt in his eyes.
“Stop it,” I practically screamed.
His eyebrows pulled together in confusion. “You don’t want this?”
“Yes, I do, but stop saying things like that. You’ve been an ass for the past two years, and suddenly you’re not?”
He anchored his hands on his hips and looked at me like I’d lost my damn mind. Maybe I had. I knew I was being irrational, forcing him into the box I’d created to make my life easier, but I thought if he saw through me I might break altogether.
“You’re mad I’m not acting like a jerk?” he asked.
“This isn’t how things are between us. You aren’t the nice guy.”
His brow pulled together as he stepped toward me, hand outreached. “Juliana—”
I turned away seconds before his hand would have landed on my arm, determined to keep him from seeing the emotions rolling through me. “I don’t want there to be any confusion about what this is.”
My eyes stayed trained on the wall as I waited to see how he’d react, the silence of the room pushing down on me. I sensed his movement behind me before he pressed against my back.
“Is that what you need from me?” His breath tickled my ear; I shivered. He slid the collar of my dress to the side, exposing the sensitive skin where my neck and shoulder met. A second later, he brushed a kiss there before leaving a bite that made my knees tremble. My head fell back against his shoulder, and a moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. “You need me to be the bully in the schoolyard pulling your hair?” He wrapped my long hair around his fist, giving it a light tug and forcing my eyes up and around to meet his. My body clenched in response. “You need me to be the asshole colleague who makes you work all night long?” He wrapped his other arm around my waist, pulling me flush against him. He was hard against my ass. I pushed more firmly into him without thinking.
“Yes.” My gaze bounced back and forth between his eyes and the lips I desperately wanted to taste again.
“Fine,” he whispered. “I’ll be your bad guy.”
Less than a second after the words left him, his mouth descended onto mine once again, his tongue vying for dominance. I tried to turn in his arms, but he kept me firmly in place, using the controlling grip on my hip to work me against him. He released my hair, using the free hand to push my upper body forward until my hands met the desk in front of me.
“Do not move from that position until I tell you to.”
He flipped the flowing hem of my skirt over my hips, exposing my backside to him with nothing but my thin underwear for protection. I thanked the universe I chose a decent pair today and not one of my granny panties. His fingers slid up the back of my thighs, continuing the light touch so at odds with how aggressive our kiss had been. He knelt, sliding my underwear down my legs, leaving me completely exposed. I could sense him behind me, but he didn’t touch.
“Ben,” I whined.
“Do you want me to touch you?”
“Please.”
“You told me you don’t want me to be a nice guy. That you don’t want me jumping at every opportunity to do what you ask. I think I’ll take a second to let us both enjoy the anticipation. You’ve certainly made me wait long enough.”
He was so close I could feel the breath of his words. I shifted my hips back and forth, hoping to brush against him or tempt him into the next step. Ben let out a low growl behind me.
“I believe I told you not to move.” He landed a slap on my ass. Goose bumps chased the sensation through every corner of my body. I whimpered again, barely stopping from turning around and throwing myself at him. There was another teasing touch, but this time from his tongue. He made light, long licks, making me shake with each pass. I shivered from the movement and his short beard brushing between my thighs.
He increased the pressure, thoroughly exploring me before slipping two fingers inside, pumping steadily while his lips lockedaround my clit. It took all my self-control to keep from screaming, muffling my cry on one of my arms as my orgasm flooded my body.
“What do you want, Juliana?” He punctuated his question with another long lick against me. “This can end right here. You can walk away and pretend this never happened.”
He pulled away, and I pushed my hips back to close the space. “No! Please.”
