When the Boss Gets Jealous (7 page)

Now that control hadn’t just diminished. It
had snapped like a fragile twig during a raging storm and there was
no getting it back.

O
ne of the best things about fucking
her boss was the game. Jenna loved the chase, the anticipation, and
pushing the limits of Alec’s control. She’d never told him that
they shared the same fantasy; that she longed to be fucked against
the wall in his office. Even though Alec thrived on being in
control, he was reckless and callous when that control snapped. The
risk of getting caught was too great if they fucked in his office.
Even though she pushed his limits, she wasn’t willing to push the
risk beyond reason.

The risk didn’t seem to matter now. So late
at night, when everyone had gone home hours ago, and with his
office locked, the chances of them getting caught were about as
good as her winning the lottery. Jenna never squandered even a
dollar on the weekly jackpot.

Alec had practically ignored her for the
past two months. It was funny what a powerful force jealousy was.
Perhaps she should have flirted with a colleague two months
ago.

Not that her intentions with Jalen were to
make Alec jealous. Jenna could take a hint. She hadn’t believed
Alec’s words, that he didn’t want her anymore, but the fact that
he’d backed off and stuck to his guns was all the hint she needed.
That’s why she’d opted to move on.

Now, sandwiched between Alec’s strong body
and the cold wall, Jenna knew their shared fantasy was about to
happen.

“You smell good,” he said, nuzzling her
neck.

So did he, his musky cologne filling her
nose. The feel of him was even better, his strong, possessive body
pressed against her, his warm breath lighting her skin on fire.

She turned to find his mouth and licked the
thick lower lip before tracing the sexy contour of his upper lip.
Alec pressed against her more, the thick length of his cock hard
against her belly. Fireworks ignited, the tingling burn of desire
flashing between her legs and sparking throughout her body. Jenna
fought back a powerful moan of need as he pushed his tongue past
her lips, demanding as he tasted her.

His hand skimmed up her thigh, easing the
short skirt up and leaving her skin burning with desire in the wake
of his subtle touch.

Alec caressed the thick lace at the top of
her stockings, his fingers dancing across the elastic and kneading
her flesh. “Such a fucking tease,” he muttered against her
mouth.

Normally the word
tease
made Jenna
flinch and her anger flare, but it was a word Alec often used when
he was on the verge of losing control, so Jenna focused on that
little fact, anticipation stirring the fire under her skin.

She pulled his shirt-tails out of his
slacks, her hands grazing over the hot skin covering his muscular
abs and chest. Jenna wanted him naked and inside her, but she
wouldn’t show Alec how desperate she was for him.

Summoning her control, her hands moved
slowly to his nipples, playing and pinching until Alec moaned
against her mouth. His hand moved to her core, fingers tracing
along the thin strip of her thong. “Damn, Jenna. You’re so fucking
wet.”

Her sex throbbed under his teasing caress
and his erotic words.

“Tell me what you want,” he commanded, his
eyes sparking with desire.

“Touch me,” she said.

“Where? Tell me.”

“Touch my wet pussy, Alec.”

She felt his smile against her mouth as his
fingers moved the thong aside and separated the swollen lips of her
pussy. One finger penetrated her and she couldn’t contain the moan
as he pushed deep inside. Then he pushed another finger inside, the
pressure increasing.

“This day has been hell, waiting to get you
alone. Thinking about burying my cock deep inside you. Remembering
how your pussy tightens when you come.”

Jenna’s hips moved against his hand, small
circles increasing the pleasure of his touch. She bit back the
pleasured moan, not wanting to give herself away. Last night, Alec
had denied her orgasm twice. She was so close, the pressure
building, the tingle igniting. It’d be hell if he denied her
again.

He was relentless, his fingers fucking her,
pushing in deep and circling to hit the delicate g-spot. She held
her breath to prevent her pleasured moans from crossing her lips.
But at some point she had to breathe and when she let out a labored
breath, Alec’s thumb started working her clit.

His strong fingers moved in and out, in and
out, his thumb circling the tight nub, his teeth latching onto her
nipple through the lace.

“Stop holding back, Jenna. I want to feel
you come around my fingers.” His voice was commanding as usual and
Jenna let go, crying out as her sex contracted around him. She
could hardly breathe, the pleasure intense as it rocketed from
between her legs to her belly and breasts, her nipples tingling and
yearning for more. Her sensitive clit exploded under Alec’s thumb,
making her hips buck and writhe against his hand. The cascade of
pleasure pummeled her, making her want to retreat as every inch of
sensitive flesh detonated, while at the same time making her want,
need more of his sensuous touch.

Alec pushed his erection into her hip, his
groans revealing how little control he had left, pushing Jenna
further over the edge. Nothing was sexier than when Alec lost
control.

Jenna rode his fingers as though it was his
cock bringing her to such erotic heights. She cried his name, again
and again, the only way she was able to release her breath under
the flurry of sensations.

When the storm subsided, Alec withdrew and
sucked his fingers deep into his mouth, moaning again at the taste
of her juices. “You taste so fucking good.”

Jenna moved her hands down his stomach to
his belt, releasing it with a swiftness that surprised her.

Falling to her knees as she pushed his pants
down, she released his thick cock from the sexy black boxer briefs
he always wore. She licked the tear from his perfect crown and then
wrapped her mouth around him, swallowing him as deep as she could.
Alec buried his hands in her hair, urging her on.

Jenna moaned as she moved up and down his
shaft, taking him deeper each time. She loved his salty taste.
Circling her tongue around the head, Alec groaned again, his
fingers digging harder into her scalp. He started to pump his hips
in small pulses, in and out of her mouth.

She smiled as she resisted his demands, her
mouth slowing and her hands wrapping around his shaft so he
couldn’t force her mouth to accept him. She sucked hard on the
thick head before she released the seal of her mouth. Leaning back
on her heels, Jenna softly blew air across his cock, making it jump
as though begging for more.

“Fucking minx,” Alec cursed, pulling her up
to face him.

Jenna smiled as he unbuttoned his shirt and
let it fall to the floor. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out
of his pants before pushing her skirt up and lifting her against
the wall. Jenna wrapped her legs around his waist as he teased his
cock across her wet core.

“You’re as desperate for this as I am,” he
said, but all Jenna could do was smile. She loved when his control
snapped, loved knowing she had that power over the man who prided
himself on a practiced self-control that no one else could
touch.

“Say it Jenna. Tell me you need me.”

“Fuck me, Alec.”

“Not until you say what I want to hear.”

There were things Jenna wanted to hear too
and she wasn’t willing to comply with his commands until she got
what she wanted. “What do you want from me?” she asked.

“I want you to say you need me.”

“Why?”

“Say it, Jenna,” he demanded, his patience
losing ground faster than his control.

She dropped one leg, then the other, using
the wall to keep her balance as she pushed Alec back.

“What do you want from me, Alec? Are we
playing a game or are we back on?”

“You know I don’t play games.”

“Then you need to tell me what I want to
hear,” she demanded.

Alec didn’t like being commanded but more
than that, Jenna didn’t like being toyed with. Yes, she liked
playing the game with Alec, all the teasing and anticipation, but
only because she knew what the prize was. If she couldn’t have Alec
every night, she wouldn’t tell him the words she was desperate to
say.

“I wasn’t ready for things to end when
Candace caught us,” Alec confessed. “I’m still not ready for it to
be over. I want you. Only you.”

Jenna would have been relieved to hear those
words if she wasn’t so desperate to have Alec inside her. “So we’re
back on?”

Alec gave a quick nod. “Only if you say what
I want to hear.”

Jenna kissed him, pulling his naked body
back to hers. He lifted her hips, and instinctively her legs
wrapped around his waist. He slid his cock against her core again,
teasing her with stroke after stroke.

“Say it,” he demanded against her lips.

“I need you, Alec,” she said.

The corner of his mouth lifted as he thrust
inside her.

~~~

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Keep reading for an excerpt from the prequel
Quitting the Boss.

S
he was trying to kill him. Alec
Winter leaned back on the firm pillow, tucking his hands behind his
head. It might be surrendering, but there was nothing more he could
do.

“Maybe we should put in a movie,” Jenna
Craven suggested through her enticing smile. “Get the blood flowing
in the right direction again.”

By movie, she meant porno and by right
direction, she meant straight to his cock. They’d been fucking for
nearly five hours, but apparently Jenna wasn’t done yet. How the
woman would be able to walk after the ride she’d taken him on he
didn’t know.

“I don’t want to watch a movie,” Alec said,
not willing to admit his cock was completely spent and the rest of
his body needed sleep before he’d be capable of getting it up
again.

Jenna rolled her perfect and naked body off
the bed without giving him a second glance. “Then I’m going to take
off.”

“It’s two in the morning.”

“I’m wired. If you can’t play anymore, I can
find something else to do.”

Alec didn’t like the idea of Jenna finding
something else to do. He preferred her in his bed even if they
weren’t having sex.

She’d been anxious lately, an unusual trait
for the woman who exuded control, even when she gave up the reins
in bed. She’d started fidgeting at work, something he’d never seen
her do in the four years they’d worked together. At night, when she
and Alec were alone in his house, she was insatiable. Maybe it was
time Alec find out what had her wound tighter than a
springboard.

“What’s going on?”

She continued to dress, ignoring his
question. She was likely trying to spur him on, probably hoping for
a little of Alec’s punishment. The little vixen loved having her
ass smacked and practically came when Alec bit down on her pussy.
All punishment was followed by immense pleasure and Alec was too
exhausted to deliver the pleasure, so he’d have to stave his urge
to administer the punishment.

He pushed himself off the bed and crossed to
where she was pulling on a sweatshirt. Jenna carried a bag, coming
straight to his place after work and only returning home the next
morning to change into work clothes. She’d taken to bringing a set
of casual clothes to go home in, not wanting anyone to see if her
in yesterday’s attire.

Alec held her arms to still her, forcing her
to look at him. “Tell me what’s going on with you.”

“I’m horny, Alec. I want to fuck.” Her eyes
didn’t flash with that spark Alec had become addicted to. They were
dark, empty.

“We’ve been fucking all night.”

“Not all night.”

“Damn near.” One of the candles on the other
side of the room burned out, causing the shadows to shift as the
remaining three candles continued to flicker. The smell of sulfur
stung his nose before it faded beneath the vanilla fragrance.
“Tonight isn’t the only time you’ve been anxious.”

She’d started pulling middle of the night
disappearing acts three days ago. Alec didn’t like it when she
left, leaving his bed empty and cold. He enjoyed waking up to a hot
body and having a good morning fuck to start the day.

Worse was the road his mind sprinted down
when she left. Alec wouldn’t classify himself insecure, but damned
if he didn’t think the worst when Jenna left him alone.

“Jenna,” he demanded.

Shrugging out of his hold, she stepped back,
her eyes narrowing. “Stop acting like you know me, Alec, because
you don’t.”

Ah, but he did. “Take off your clothes,” he
commanded.

Her gaze shot to his still flaccid cock
before shooting back to his eyes. “Why?”

“Don’t ask questions,” he said, a tingle
stirring his cock to life at the sound of her defiance. Dammit, she
made him crazy. “Just do as you’re told.”