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“Are you there?” Cooper asked.
Prescott unmuted. “Yeah, go ‘head.”
“Great idea,” she whispered. “I think I will.”
Kneeling at his feet, she caressed his penis. When she ran her tongue up his shaft like a lollypop, he growled.
“I know, this is frustrating as hell,” Cooper said. “Are you looking at the report?”
Prescott was standing there with a boner shooting to the moon and the most gorgeous, naughty woman kneeling before him. He had no fucking idea what Cooper was talking about.
“Sorry, Coop, I’m not online.”
“Hmm, the system shows you’re logged on, otherwise I wouldn’t have called.”
Fuck.
He might not have a chip in his damn neck, but ALPHA tracked every fucking thing from the second they were online until the moment they logged off.
“Right, I am online, but I—”
Jack took him into her mouth, gobbling up his thick cock, her tongue swirling over his sensitive skin. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Sexy, stimulating as hell, and hauntingly beautiful, she had captured his complete attention.
“Whoa,” he bit out.
“Yeah, it’s crazy,” Cooper said. “I couldn’t believe it myself.”
Jacqueline pulled him out, then slid him back into her warm, wet mouth. Seeing her suck him sent his blood whooshing through his veins. He couldn’t think… could only feel. And she felt fucking fantastic.
“We’ve got a whole new set of problems on our hands.”
Prescott gritted his teeth, then forced himself to speak. “I’m not looking at the report. I’ll call you back in ten. No, twenty.”
He hung up and roared, surrendering to the onslaught of pleasure. She was taking him into her mouth, sucking, licking, teasing his head with her talented tongue, then pulling him out and rolling her tongue over it. Every time wetness seeped out, she’d gobble it up on a long, ardent moan.
He sunk his fingers into her hair, closed his eyes while the euphoria thrummed through him. She was taking him higher and higher, turning him into a savage beast. He opened his eyes and watched her. Eyes closed, she was focused on him…just him. His pleasure, his happiness.
He’d been moaning, his voice sounding foreign, even to him. A deep, growl ripped through him as the orgasm shot out.
She could unravel him with very little effort, and each time she did, she owned a little more of him. As he stood there basking in the sweet, sweet release, he knew.
She’s the one.
When she opened his eyes, they were black with lust, her luscious lips wet with his juices.
“You are So. Fucking. Sexy,” he said as she left his office.
A moment later, as she sauntered in his direction, she stripped off her shirt. Then, she wiggled out of her yoga pants and fisted her hands on her hips.
Jack, in a black push-up bra and a black thong, was feminine perfection. Timeless beauty stared into his eyes while he appreciated her flushed cheeks and labored breathing.
The air crackled with wild energy while he soaked her up. But the pull was too strong. He went to her, snaked his arms around her bare waist, and kissed her. She moaned into his mouth, opened hers, and welcomed him inside. Grinding against him, she pushed onto her toes and bit his lip.
A flash of pain made him growl, then he collected a chunk of her hair into a ponytail and tugged her head back. “You. Are. All. Mine.”
A sliver of a smile lifted her lips. “Like a prisoner?”
The playfulness in her tone, coupled with the lust pouring from her eyes, had him capturing her face in his hands. “I am at your mercy.” He wanted to pamper her, worship her, and bring her all the pleasure.
