To Russia With Love (Countermeasure Series) (35 page)

“Not at all.” His tone deepened. “It’s been the best weeks of my life.”

Goose bumps formed on her skin at the warmth and promises held in his words. “I’m glad. It’s been the best time of my life, as well.” Loaded questions crashed and tumbled in the silence until she prompted, “Should I go home?”

His reply was quick. “No. Stay. I should be home in a couple of hours.”

Her heart fluttered with joy at knowing he wanted her there, in his house, waiting for him.
Home.
His house had begun to feel more and more like hers also. “I’ll wait.”

“See you soon.”

Jessica hung up the phone and turned off the oven. Stowing the lasagna for later, she leaned against the counter and considered what she could do to fill her time until he got home. TV or a good book weren’t enough to keep her attention for long. After almost two hours of aimlessly walking around the house, fluffing pillows, straightening perfectly angled paintings, and re-organizing tidy cabinets, she’d had enough.

Her thoughts turned to Stephan cooped up in his office buried in reports. She pictured him hunched over his desk, the knot of his tie loosened, his dress shirt unbuttoned, displaying a peek of his skin and the soft layer of hair on his chest. She grew hot at the thought and mischief invaded her mind immediately.

Without hesitation, Jessica jogged back upstairs for another change of clothes. Picking up her purse and grabbing the keys to her new car—one of the many items Stephan had helped her select and purchase, items that solidified her stay in Ireland and closer to him—she headed out into the brisk night.

*****

A rap on the door tugged Stephan’s attention from the papers he’d been staring at blindly for the past twenty minutes. The last few weeks had been surprising and very enjoyable, but had left a mark and he was paying the price.

The project in front of him was important to the business. They had just experienced the loss of one of the programmers and were falling behind in the software’s development. He needed to focus, but he couldn’t shake Jessica from his mind.

Frowning at the interruption and expecting to see one of the night security guards doing his rounds, he called out, “Come in.”

Instead of the guard, Jessica’s head popped in. A big smile covered her face and glittered in her eyes. “Surprise!”

He couldn’t help the smile that curved his lips reflecting his pleasure on seeing her there. “Someone got impatient.”

“You know me too well, Mr. Connellan.” She deliberately locked the door behind her and approached his desk with a lazy sway of her hips.

“How did you manage to get through security?” His eyes didn’t leave her figure, watching her like a predator watched his prey.

“John was downstairs. The guard I met the first day I called on you for a visit. He remembered me.”

“Ah…another caught under your spell.”

“Hey, anything to get up into the tower. I needed to rescue my prince.”

The brightness of his smile faded at her comment. “You shouldn’t be here. The whole reason why I’m here is to focus on work. Definitely not happening when you’re around.” His mouth quirked with humor. “You are way too eager, Miss.”

“I am. What are you gonna do about it? Punish me?”

“I might.” His words were playful, but the meaning was not as his tone took on a dark, dangerous, raspy quality.

“Promises, promises.”

Stephan considered the glint of mischief in her eyes. Their relationship had progressed over time and they were embarking into a new phase of discovery. One in which they could expose their most intimate fantasies. Jessica had hinted at some. He, in turn, had kept a tight lid on his, treating her like a fragile, porcelain doll. She wasn’t taking that treatment lightly and pushed his buttons all the time, almost as if knowing that if she stuck to it, he would eventually cave to his deepest desires.

His reaction was immediate. He stood and walked around the desk to where she remained motionless, waiting. Threading his fingers in her short blonde hair with one hand, he cupped the back of her neck and covered her mouth with his. There was nothing tender in the kiss as he plunged his tongue in her mouth, taking the kiss deep, hard.

His fear and anger at a future without her blended into that biting kiss and took away the restraint of the last couple of weeks. His hand tightened in her hair and on her neck as he allowed her to experience all of him, his desire to take and keep what he had conquered.

He broke the kiss and turned her, swiftly pressing her to the edge of his polished mahogany desk. Her hands fell on the surface and she glanced over her shoulder. “Stephan?”

His arm swept the papers, pen, and phone aside. “Bend over.” There was a biting edge to his command. It wasn’t a request. It was an order.

“But—”

“Do as I say, Jessica.” He followed his command with a press of his hands between her shoulders, forcing her closer to the desk.

Jessica’s heart raced out of control and a liquid heat flashed through her. She anchored her hands on the smooth polished surface, but his firm push made her hands slip and pressed her chest down against the desk. The cool wood felt refreshing against her heated cheek. Her breath hitched, knowing her skirt had inched up her thighs as she bent over.

She held her breath in anticipation, unsure where the little play was going. Jessica jumped when his fingers skated up the back of her thigh and slipped under her skirt, trailing lazy circles across her butt cheek. The brush of his fingers soothed her and she breathed out a soft sigh, sinking further against the desk.

She raised her head and tried to catch his eye. “Steph—hey!” she cried out as her tender skin throbbed from a sharp slap. She tried to straighten and turn from the desk, but Stephan pinned her thighs against it and pressed his weight on her. A hard slap burned across her other cheek and she gasped.

His warm moist breath caressed her ear and his voice shimmered with barely checked passion. “I said I might have to punish you,” he whispered, running his tongue along the shell of her ear and nipping it before lifting off of her. Jessica’s throat tightened with excitement and her breath came in shallow gulps of air. Heat surged in her veins and straight down to her throbbing clit.

Her breath caught as a warm wetness spilled between her thighs, soaking her panties. Jessica thought she had died and found heaven. The few lovers she had experienced were young, gentle, and sweet. Although she appreciated the gentler side of a man, she had always craved more—a man who would take it a little further. She had fantasized about that. Many times. Jessica had never voiced her wishes then or now. Yet Stephan seemed to be attuned to her thoughts and gave her what she desired—something primal, darker.

Her heart almost stopped when his firm hands brushed her waist and the curve of her ass. She jumped at the touch of his palms as they glided up the outside of her thighs, hooked her panties with his fingers, and yanked them down to her ankles.

“Step up.” Jessica complied and Stephan freed her from the tiny swatch of cotton.

“Spread your legs.” Jessica hesitated. “Now!” he rasped.

Shifting her stance, Jessica followed his demand. Cool air wafted up her bare legs, sending a shiver crawling up her spine. She was very aware of where his warm, firm, persuasive fingers touched her skin as he pressed one palm on the small of her back and the other smoothed over her skin, inching closer to the heat at the juncture of her thighs.

The soft feel of Jessica’s supple skin under his fingers was tantalizing. Leaning over, he kissed the back of her neck as his fingers slipped inside her already wet sex.

“So wet. You seem to like being punished, Jessica,” he moaned in her ear, rocking his fingers in and out of her slick, tight channel.

“Only by you,” Jessica panted breathlessly against the surface of the desk.

Her words and the outline of his hand on her now rosy heart-shaped ass broke the dam Stephan had built around his control. Undoing his belt and zipper with one hand, he freed his cock. He positioned himself at her folds, and with one fast, deep thrust, buried himself in her heat.

They both moaned as his cock stretched and filled her, her welcoming flesh enveloping him whole. “You feel good, so good,” he breathed out in a rough whisper.

Jessica’s stomach clenched. “Stephan!” she cried out, grinding back against him as he thrust again, harder, slamming her against the desk. She loved the feel of his muscular frame pressing against her back. A shiver of need ripped through her. She reached back for him, digging her nails in the hard skin of his hip and held tight as he pumped into her.

“Stephan, I want to feel you deeper!” she breathed as they strained toward each other, his hips colliding with her ass.

With a groan, Stephan gripped her hips and jerked her against him in rhythm to his thrusts. Jessica sobbed and leveraged her hands against the edge of the desk, pressing back against him. He wrapped an arm around her waist and fisted her hair with his other hand, pulling her against his chest. “God, you’re so hot,” he whispered against her ear as he rocked tighter against her.

Jessica reached her hand up to cup his neck and arched her body from him, taking him deeper. With a growl of lust, he pushed her down on the desk and pinned her with his weight. Stephan increased his tempo and changed the depth of each plunge.

Faster and harder, his hips pumped until they almost pushed the desk out of its place. His fingers dug deep into the smooth flesh of her buttocks. Her long drawn-out moan was an electrical current that travelled straight to his cock. His heart felt like it would burst from his chest. Wanting the moment to last a little longer, he changed pace, moving his hips in a circular motion, and he couldn’t resist—he delivered another sharp slap followed by a gentle caress to her reddened curves. Her body reacted to it by pulsing and squeezing him tight and she cried out, “Stephan…please…I need—!”

Stephan couldn’t resist her pleas. Increasing his tempo and moving one hand underneath her, he pressed his thumb against her nub, circling and massaging it as he took her from behind. She moaned in pleasure, her voice a thick sensual drawl. He felt his cock harden even more. “It feels so good inside. You’re so fucking tight. I can feel you squeezing me!”

Jessica’s heart raced and her breathing came in short gasps. Her body began to tremble as the first threads of an orgasm danced under her sensitized skin. She gripped the edge of the desk and pushed her ass up hard against him. She pressed her forehead into the desk, enjoying the rough feel of his fingers circling and rubbing her swollen sensitive flesh. “Stephan!”

Jessica quaked and seized around his shaft tightly as the burning heat of an orgasm hit her. With a shuddering breath, she released the desk and covered his hand with hers, guiding his touch against her clit. Her spine arched and she ground against him as a silent scream ripped from her in a burst of air. When she could finally breathe, she gasped out, “Now Stephan! Please, I need to feel you lose control!”

Gripping her chin and turning her head toward him, Stephan took her mouth in a deep, searing kiss, sucking on her tongue as he continued to piston his hips into hers. He could feel her inner muscles squeezing him tightly, rhythmically drawing him closer and closer to his release.

Jessica broke the kiss. “Oh, God!” She slammed her ass back against him giving her room to reach between them. She cupped his balls, squeezing and rolling them between her fingers.

Her touch threw him over the edge. His release shot through him, hot and scorching. “Jessica! God!”

Jessica shuddered with a second orgasm, her contractions caressing his shaft, milking him as he pushed into her with every pulse, every spurt. Spent, they collapsed onto the desk. A fine sheen of sweat covered their brows as his body caged hers. He held her tight as their breaths sawed hard in and out of their chests.

When Stephan’s brain finally jumpstarted into gear, it felt as if a pit had lodged itself in his stomach. Had she really enjoyed their moment, or, when her own sense came upon her, would she run for the hills? Suddenly he was uncertain and unsure how to open a conversation. The smell of her luscious skin still enticed him and he shifted to move off her. Before he could pull out, Jessica tugged his hand to her mouth and placed a soft kiss in the center of his palm. Relief flooded him and the ache in his stomach eased. A gentle chuckle rippled past his lips while he trailed long lingering kisses on the back of her neck to the spot just between her shoulder blades.

Jessica squeezed his hand. “What’s so funny?”

Stephan pulled out from her and helped her from the desk and into his waiting arms, capturing her mouth in a deep kiss, tasting, licking, and nipping every inch of her mouth. Jessica’s heart collided with her ribs at the intensity of the kiss and her arms wrapped around him, holding him tight. Coming up for air, Stephan rested his forehead against hers.

“That, little missy, should have taught you a lesson. I can see I misjudged you once again. You
are
a little surprise.”

Jessica flashed a wicked grin and brushed her fingers across his jaw. “Have I told you how naughty I was earlier, alone in your room?”

His eyes glittered with interest. “Let’s go home. You need to show me what you did so I can exact the proper punishment.”

Her grin widened and her eyes sparkled. “Promises, Promises.”

Off the Hook