When he looked down to take in the sight, he didn’t stop the growl bursting free. She was spread out like a feast. A bevy of delicacies waiting to be devoured. He vowed to taste every inch of her before their time at Satyr was up. Prove his case that they were meant to be together forever. A well-oiled machine at work and explosive pair in private. A true powerhouse couple.
Lisa looked through dazed eyes up at Jack. His dark stubbled jaw, his mouth pulled into a taut line. Fire sparked in the depths of his deep brown eyes. At the moment, she didn’t care that he was her boss and she his employee. She’d lusted after him for years, and it seemed they had a mutual desire. Plus, the second she’d seen him, angry and pulsing with hot desire, she gave into her deepest wish. She promised herself whatever happened at Satyr, would stay at Satyr. She would have to lay down ground rules later. After she sated her overwhelming need to have him thrusting deep inside her body, rocking her to orgasm.
Her nymph pulled free, bursting to the surface. Her inhibitions melted and all thoughts were centered on the man working his way down her body. Dark cravings hammered within her and demanded more of his sensual assault. She wanted him to take her on every possible surface, in every possible way. She wanted to be pushed down to her knees and made to suck his cock. To be taken roughly from behind. To have her ass dominated and her pussy spanked. Every dirty little thing her nymph could think of, Lisa wanted to do with this man and only him.
Jack reached out and ran one of his thick digits over the slick folds of her pussy. “So wet, baby,” he whispered, his eyes fastened to her nearly clean-shaven crotch. He pushed a finger between the swollen lips, dipping into her core slightly. As he pulled it out, he ran it over her clit, drawing a moan from her lips. The man undid her with a simple touch.
Her pussy throbbed and juices flowed as he stuck his finger in his mouth, licking her flavor away. “Mmm,” he moaned, “delicious. Just like I knew it would be.”
Wedging his shoulders between her legs, he placed his hands on the backs of her thighs, giving him better access. Eyes glittering with lust, he dipped his tongue in before flicking up and over her clit. Lick after lick he did the same thing, driving her to the edge of madness.
Feet tingling, the pinpricks of sensation worked up her body, twisting her arousal into something more, waiting to explode. Grabbing his hair she tugged hard, attempting to pull him away. She wanted to come but refused to do so without his cock driving her over the edge. Without her pussy clamping down on his thick, steely erection as he pounded into her.
Jack must have gotten the hint. He stood and dropped his jeans to the ground, his hard cock bouncing against his stomach. Long and thick, it curved toward his belly.
Her eyes grew wide and she wondered why she’d never noticed how damn big he was before. Probably because she’d been too mesmerized by his handsome face, his dark eyes as they glittered with some unknown emotion. She licked her dry lips in anticipation. The longing to have him gliding his hard length in and out of her mouth a physical need. She could practically feel what the ridges of the veins running along his shaft would feel like, giving her something to tease and stroke.
“Later,” Jack grunted as he lowered himself over her body. He bent her legs, pushing them up against her chest, giving him a direct view of her wet pussy. He thrust forward, impaling her on his cock. The sudden movement pulled a cry from her throat. Sharp movements in and out helped her stretch and adjust to his width. It had been forever since she’d been with a man. Since she’d felt the need that curled around her, hurling her into the erotic tug of war.
Just because her nymph grabbed hold, it didn’t mean she’d forgotten about disease and pregnancy. While Mystics were generally disease free—you never knew about some demons—humans were a different matter altogether.
Humans unknowingly had the ability to infect or impregnate a Mystic. Their biology makeup was intended to further the Mystic races. A defense created by the Gods to combat extinction.
“Protection,” she squeaked, pressing her hands hard against his chest. Her legs, though, weren’t on board; she locked them around his waist as if afraid he would move too far away. Her body was a contradiction of wants and needs
Jack dropped his forehead onto hers. “Damn,” he breathed harshly. “I’m clean but for you I’ll do anything.” He pulled out and fumbled with his jeans. Coming up with a condom, he opened and rolled it on in less than a second.
She’d never had a man say that to her. They’d always tried to convince her it would be fine and promise to pull out or some other ridiculous thing. Being a nymph didn’t mean she was a pushover when it came to sex. She was desperate to fill every sexual craving coursing through her at the time.
He pushed back in, tugging on the swollen tissues of her pussy. It dragged her back to the present. “Been so damn long,” he panted, rocking into her. “Been waiting…for you.”
“Oh.” The confession shocked her. She tried not to pay attention to Jack’s love life or lack of one. He wasn’t one of those bosses that leaned on her to buy gifts for his current flavor of the week. And when she thought about it, his dates had become few and far between.
“Lisa,” he said. “Are you with me?”
She pulled his head down and kissed him roughly. “Yes, Jack. Fuck me, please.”
Jack sat back, kneeling between her spread thighs. He skated his hands over her hips, moving them beneath her body until he gripped her ass. He tilted her pelvis higher and fucked her in long, drawn out thrusts. “Damn, baby. I’ve needed you so badly.”
“Yes!”
His paced picked up with each breathy moan she let loose. Each hard drive into her body electrifying her nerve endings until she was awash in sensation. Soon he rode her hard. His cock pounding in and out of her pussy, smacking against her clit and shoving her arousal even higher.
She tilted her head back, panting as stroke after stroke created a wave of pleasure unlike any she’d felt before. She was close to orgasm. But needed something to push her over the edge.
As if reading her thoughts, Jack leaned over her body, sucking a nipple into his mouth. He pulled on it hard with his teeth before laving it. Moving to the other side he did it again, the rough sucking and bite at the end, only this time her body shook with her impending orgasm. It rolled over her like a tsunami. Her back bowed off the bed as a strangled scream left her lips.
Jack powered into her, extending her orgasm, her pussy doing its damndest to keep a grip on his turgid flesh. He released her breast and captured her lips, swallowing down her cries. In a frenzied rush, he used her body until he tumbled over the edge. He lifted his head and shouted her name. His cock jerking as he came hard. She felt the heat of his release through the thin layer of the condom; suddenly regretting having him put one on.
Jack rolled to the side, pulling her with him. They stayed entwined together, both breathing deeply. A fine sheen of sweat covered him. The nymph was pleased he worked hard to help them both achieve pleasure.
CHAPTER NINE
April 6th, 10:00pm
Lisa rolled over, her hand coming in contact with Jack’s extremely warm, hard body. Dancing her fingers over his smooth chest, she sighed in contentment. She’d finally gotten a taste of her fantasy. Jack fucking her as if she were the only woman he’d ever wanted.
“What was that sigh for?” He rumbled, stroking a hand lightly down her back.
Her fingers drifted to one of his nipples. Flickering and pinching it lightly. “Nothing.”
He chuckled, the vibration seeping into her. The sound matching her contentment and, dare she say, happiness. “I doubt that. No woman ever makes that sound without a meaning behind it.”
“I don’t think now is the best time to talk about other women, do you?” She ran her hand down the middle of his chest, heading straight for his cock. She took him in hand, stroking delicately over the hardening flesh. She ghosted her thumb over the slit, gathering the pre-cum pearled on the tip. She was torn between rem
oving her hand completely to lick the salty-goodness off and crawling between his thighs to sample from the source.
Sampling from the source won out. Flinging back the sheet he had covered them with when he’d gotten rid of his condom, she moved between his legs. “Hands behind your head,” she said with a bit of steel threading her voice. One of her favorite things to do to a man was to make it impossible for him to touch. Allow him to concentrate on the feeling of her lips wrapped about his hard member and not worry about pleasing her. She’d prefer to have his hands tied to the bedposts using his ties, but she would compromise this one time. They could play that fantasy out later. “No, moving them. You do and I stop. This is my treat and your pleasure.”
Jack did as he was told and a low, rumbling groan emerged from his throat when she leaned over and licked the tip. She fondled his balls, pressing on the smooth space directly behind them. His hips popped off the bed, thrusting his dick between her lips.
She swirled her tongue around the spongy head. Sucking lightly on it before running her tongue over, around and up his length again. Gripping the base, she held him straight up before leaning over him and taking him completely to the back of her throat. She swallowed and he grunted, his hand landing on her head before she could do anything else.
She popped off and sat back. “Nah, ah, ah,” she tsked.
His face was flushed, his arousal painted across his tanned cheeks. He placed his hand beneath his head again.
“Do it again and I’m done. That was your one and only warning.”
Jack nodded sharply.
Placing her hands on his hips to keep them in place, she sucked the length back inside her hot mouth.
Bobbing up and down, she regulated the pace; keeping to a steady rhythm that she knew would pull him to the edge but not push him over.
Jack tried powering up, pushing his hips against her small hands. He probably thought he’d be able to force his will and need on her. Too bad he didn’t realize the strength she possessed as a nymph. She was no delicate flower, easily shoved around.
Jack didn’t know how he’d gotten so damn lucky. Lisa hovered over his dick sucking it like the last lollipop she’d ever get. She swallowed him down deeper and deeper. Her throat closing over the end in a heated kiss.
The wet heat of her mouth drove him insane. The desire to tangle his fingers in her dark hair, to dominate her and shove his dick harder and faster down her throat, nearly broke him. He knew he had a white knuckled grip on his hands to keep them in place.
His hips bounced slightly off the bed, something he knew she was doing, not him. It stunned him for a moment when she’d held him down with little effort. Point made, he concentrated on keeping them still.
She moaned in the back of her throat. One of her small hands cupped his balls as a finger from her other hand slid over the smooth spot behind them and worked its way into his crack. She brushed over his ass hole and he jerked, the sensation from her soft exploration completely unexpected.
Wiggling her finger, she pressed inside the tight ring of his ass, sliding it in and out with tiny thrusts.
It was too much. His release rushed forward, his balls pulling up firmly against his body. “Gonna come,” he huffed out in warning.
Lisa wasn’t put off. She shoved the finger in his ass deeper and swallowed around the head of his dick. His back arched and his cock convulsed. He roared as he emptied himself down her throat. Black spots dotted his vision and he swore he would pass out from lack of oxygen.
Coming off him with a pop, Lisa licked the head of his rapidly softening dick. She removed her finger from his ass, and then crawled up his body. Before he could react, she kissed him hard and quick, then rolled off the side of the bed.
“I’ll be right back, lover,” she called out as she went into the bathroom.
Lisa walked out of the bathroom to find Jack in the exact same position she she’d left him. Sprawled out and sated. She chuckled and climbed onto the bed with him, sitting cross-legged next to him.
“How you feeling?” She reached toward the bottom of the bed and pulled the covers up over them.
“Like I’ve died and gone to heaven,” he murmured.
“I’ll take that as a good thing.”
“Oh yeah,” he drawled, a smile curving his sexy mouth. Her heart flipped and her tummy took flight. The man devastated her good intentions. The past three years she’d worked hard to keep things professional and in one extremely good hour it had been obliterated. She wasn’t sure she minded though. Good thing she’d decided to treat this encounter like a trip to Vegas.
Jack pushed to a sitting position, his back against the headboard. “Since you didn’t come lay back down, I’m guessing we aren’t going to sleep.”
She shook her head. Now that she’d gotten two fantasies out of the way, her nymph wanted more. First, though, they needed to have the talk.
Jack put his hand on her knee and started to rub up and down her thigh. The closer he got to her pussy, the more her arousal sparked. She could imagine what those long, thick fingers could do to her. How they would feel thrusting into her cunt, hitting just the right spot to set her off.
Add another thing to the to-do list. “I was thinking we could order some food and have a little chat. You need to explain a few things, and we need to set some ground rules.”
“Ground rules,” he uttered through clenched teeth. His good-natured smile vanished. He certainly didn’t like the sound of that, but it was too damn bad. Whatever was going on between them couldn’t last.
Boss. Employee. All day, practically every day. That screamed bad news—for her.
“Yes, ground rules. Before we get into them, let’s get food. You’re going to need your strength later,” she said suggestively.
CHAPTER TEN
April 6th, 11:00pm
Jack stood at the door as he waited for the attendant with the cart to leave. The second the man walked through the door, Jack had been on edge. Tension vibrated through his body and he fought to keep his cool.
The man stared at Lisa like she was the prize at the bottom of the cereal box. While Jack agreed with that idea, Lisa was his prize and he had no intention of sharing. He wanted to tuck her away from the world; never letting another human being set eyes on her.
Logically he knew she would never go for it, but it didn’t stop him from picturing it in his head. Just like it didn’t stop him from imagining throwing the man out the window because he was leering at Lisa.
The man eventually took the hint, rolling the cart through the open door. Jack slammed it behind him, not bothering to tip him. The man got a good look at Jack’s woman and that had been enough.
“Are you going to join me or continue scowling because that man had the audacity to look at me?” She chuckled and sat down.
Jack grunted and joined her at the small table next to the window. “If it’d been up to me, he never would have entered the room.”
“You can’t always have your way.”
“Who says?”
She laughed and popped a grape into her mouth. “Me.”
They ate their food, talking about everything but her silly rules idea. It pissed him off she wanted ground rules, but seeing as how they never talked about what was going on between them, he grudgingly understood.
Lisa pushed her empty plate away and looked at him. He took a sip of water as he waited for her to start. His ground rules consisted of her being with him and only him—and no man ever touching her again.
“So,” she said, tapping her manicured nails on the table.
“Yes.” He leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. He knew whatever rules she came up with he wouldn’t like. Knew she would put restrictions on their relationship. Time limits. Things they could and could not do together. He’d agree for the moment if it meant he got to spend time with her. It would give him time to lure her to his way of thinking.
She licked her lips and pulled in a breath. “The ground
rules.”
“I don’t think we need them.” It didn’t hurt to make an opening volley of what he wanted.
Her lush little mouth opened before snapping shut. Lips pinching like she’d sucked on a lemon. “We do. We work together. We can’t let whatever we do here change what we have out there.”
His eyes narrowed. “I think the changes in here will only make out there better. I want more than one night. I will have more than one night.” He wanted—needed—every night, but now wasn’t the time to tell her that.
She considered him for a moment, eyes narrowed, lips pursed, before her face cleared. A small smile edging onto her face. “Okay. I’d like that too.”
He let a slow grin curl one corner of his mouth. It was a tiny win. One he’d take. “Good,” he said with deep satisfaction.
“I’m here for a week. Like I originally planned.” Her eyebrow rose, daring him to comment.
He wouldn’t. Now wasn’t the time to admit he’d done it because he was jealous. Well, there was never a time to admit that. He was a man after all. “I’ve decided to take the week off as well.”
“With your schedule that shouldn’t be a problem. I’m sure Mr. Powers can handle anything that comes up. He’s got Janet if he can’t.”
“I agree. I’m sure you arranged it that way. For the record, I can take care of myself.”
She chuckled lightly. “I wonder sometimes.”
“You don’t need to. I’m really good at taking care of things that are important to me.” He reached out and captured her hand. Hoping his double meaning would sink in.
“I’m sure you are. The company is still thriving and the plant in your house isn’t dead, last I checked.”
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