When the Boss Gets Jealous (8 page)

She raised a brow as if in warning, but he
knew she’d comply. She liked giving up control in the bedroom.

The little vixen took her time, wriggling
out of the yoga pants first. The maroon UMass sweatshirt dropped to
mid-thigh, so her little performance teased him but Alec loved the
sleek length of her legs, so she could tease all she wanted.

Her shirt came off a little more quickly and
she stood there with that intense stare, either contemplating
whether the panties or bra should go first or waiting for him to
issue another command.

“Bra,” he said, taking the reins once again.
As she reached behind her back, her perfect breasts pushed forward,
straining the sexy lace. When it was unclipped, she let the straps
fall from her shoulders first, then let the whole thing drop to the
floor. Her hands moved to her hips.

“No,” Alec barked. “Leave them. For
now.”

Her lips curved in a satisfied grin, one
that Alec would punish her for if he wasn’t thoroughly enjoying
himself. Yes, she was getting her way, at least partially. He
didn’t think there was any hope of being able to fuck her after the
marathon they’d just finished, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t
play with her, or more accurately, command her to play with
herself.

“I thought you were horny,” he teased,
falling back on the bed. “You’re nipples aren’t hard.” Her fair
skin was flushed, a combination of anticipation and satisfaction.
She was beautiful, sexy, a woman to be both admired and
respected.

She just stood there, looking like a
perfectly sculpted still-life statue in the dim light of his
bedroom. She knew this game well. Alec had made a statement but
hadn’t told her to do anything. She was playing by the rules, but
he knew that wouldn’t last for long. Jenna liked to break the rules
because she liked to be punished.

“Pinch them. Both of them.”

Jenna caressed her fingers up her soft belly
and around her pert breasts, circling in opposite directions from
the outside in until she reached the hardening tips. Blood started
rushing to Alec’s groin, his hips almost jerking off the bed.

Then she pinched the pink nubs, her breath
expelling in a gasp and by some miracle, Alec was hard again.

She licked her middle fingers and used the
wet tips to tease herself. He wondered if she realized she was
gyrating her hips in rhythm with her fingers. It could have been
deliberate, but he’d learned a long time ago when Jenna was like
this, her body reacted naturally. It was hot as fuck.

“Lose the panties,” he commanded, having
better plans for those fingers. Just as she’d wriggled out of the
leggings, she did the same with the lace boy shorts that hugged her
hips. She kept her pussy shaved and Alec’s tongue darted across his
lips at the sight of her. He’d tasted her there earlier, bringing
her to the first of many orgasms. He was tempted to feast on her
again, but the show was too good to change his plans.

“On the bed, on your knees.”

Her mouth curved like a bow again and Alec
felt the arrow pierce his heart. Damn this woman made him feel
things he’d never thought himself capable of. Things he refused to
acknowledge because it would only spin a web of complexity neither
of them wanted.

This game wasn’t about his heart. He’d kept
that little piece of anatomy out of the equation for this long,
there was no point letting it play a part now. Jenna wasn’t
interested in anything more than an exclusive sexual relationship
either. That’s one of the reasons they fit so well together.
Another major reason was how she liked to give up control. Alec
enjoyed taking it from her.

“Play with your clit,” he demanded when she
was in position at the opposite corner of the bed.

Her hands took another slow exploration down
her body and Alec could see gooseflesh rise all over her skin. She
avoided her bare mound, instead caressing over her hips and down
her legs until her fingers drifted to the inside of her thighs and
started moving back up. The middle finger of her right hand went
straight for her clit while all the fingers of her left hand
caressed between her legs.

“So fucking hot,” Alec groaned, his cock now
painfully erect. He wanted to see Jenna bring herself to the brink
of orgasm before he found any relief for his own ache.

He watched with rapt fascination as she
touched herself. She wasn’t shy. In fact, he suspected she liked
being watched. It was another piece of that control she
surrendered.

“Do not insert your fingers,” he protested
just as her pretty pink nails were about to disappear inside her
pussy. She’d get off too quickly with all that stimulation and he
wanted her to suffer just a little longer for keeping him up all
night.

“Don’t you want to watch me come?” she
asked, her voice barely a whisper.

“Not yet,” he growled, though it was a lie.
He’d suffer through an erection all night to watch Jenna get
herself off over and over again. Even though he’d been desperate
for sleep fifteen minutes ago, now he didn’t give a damn if he ever
closed his eyes again.