Unexpectedly Yours [Private Relations 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read online

  She clenched around him and cried out her release, rolling her hips as she came against his mouth. He continued to press his fingers rhythmically against her G-spot until she stopped whimpering. Looking up at Elle now, he could see her eyes were still closed and she was breathing heavily.

  “Anytime you like,” she repeated as she opened her eyes to look at him.

  “Noted,” he said with a grin.

  He stood up and moved back, so she could slide off the desk. She glanced down at the erection straining against his zipper. Reaching out with a wicked gleam in her eye, she stroked her hand against it and asked, “Is that for me?”

  Jim bit back a groan and mirrored her earlier words, saying, “Anytime you like.”

  Elle grinned, then asked, “You wouldn’t happen to have a condom with you by chance?”

  “I do,” Jim said, walking around to the other side of his desk. He slid open a drawer. Pulling a condom out of his wallet, he tossed them both on the desktop. As he circled back around the desk, he added, “Which is handy because I’d really like to be inside you as soon as possible.”

  When he stood in front of her again, she slid her arms around his neck, bringing his mouth down to hers. With a soft groan, he opened his mouth to deepen the kiss, enjoying the sensation of her tongue sliding against his. Eventually Elle pulled back from the kiss and said, “You’ve got way too many clothes on, Jim.”

  He laughed and said, “Here. Let me,” as he unbuckled his belt. A few short moments later, he was naked from the waist down. Propping her back up on the desk, he quickly rolled on the protection and moved between her thighs.

  Lining himself up at her entrance, he sank into her slowly. He groaned and said, “Fuck, Elle. You feel so good.”

  He felt her wrap her legs around his waist. He could feel the heel of her shoe jamming into his hip but he didn’t care. He couldn’t look away. Elle’s back was arched and her eyes were closed. With every stroke, she whimpered and bit down on her lip. She was the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever seen.

  Reaching up, he ran his thumb along her lower lip and said, “Don’t bite your lip. No one can hear you except for me.”

  He watched her face as her eyelids flickered open and she released her lip from between her teeth. Her mouth went slack now and her whimpering was slightly more pronounced. The combination of her heavy-lidded stare and the sexy noises she couldn’t stop herself from making, nearly pushed Jim over the edge.

  He reached down between them and massaged her clit. He could feel the familiar tightening in his balls and knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. On a groan he said, “Fuck, baby. Come for me.”

  As if she was just waiting for him to say so, he felt her clench around him with a cry. He immediately followed her over the edge, groaning her name.

  When his brain was able to function again, he leaned forward and gave her a long, slow kiss, then slid out of her. He moved toward the private bathroom in his office to dispose of the condom. A moment later he moved back into the office in time to see her slide her panties back on.

  When she straightened back up, he wrapped his arms around her and said, “I’m never going to be able to concentrate at my desk ever again.”

  She laughed and said, “Oops?”

  Picking his pants and boxer briefs up off the floor, he slid them back on. Eyeing the pants critically, he said, “Wow. These are really wrinkly now.”

  Elle pointed to the bathroom door and asked, “Is that a bathroom?”

  “Yeah, sorry,” he said, nodding.

  When she came out of the bathroom a few minutes later she looked a little less like she’d just been thoroughly fucked on his desk. But only marginally so.

  “Okay,” she said. “A little better anyway.”

  He smiled and said, “I don’t know that I mentioned it but you look beautiful tonight.”

  She grinned and said, “No. I look freshly fucked. There’s a difference.”

  Tilting his head, he said, “C’mon. Let’s go. It’s almost nine. I’m starved.”

  “Me too,” Elle said as she moved over to pick up her jacket and slide it on.

  He watched as she snagged her purse off the couch. Wrapping his arm around her, they made their way out of his office.

  Twenty minutes later they were seated at a small table in a Persian restaurant near Jim’s house. They had an order of cucumber and yogurt dip and warmed pita to snack on while they waited for their entrees.

  Elle was talking animatedly about a client that she’d been battling for payment. They’d paid the upfront deposit but refused to pay them the rest. They had cited some excuse about there being no gluten-free food, but they never actually requested any. Today she’d finally managed to get the rest of the payment out of them.

  “Glad to hear it. You guys have been messing with them for a year now, right?” he asked. He vaguely remembered hearing about it from Deacon some time ago.

  “Almost a year,” Elle grumbled. “Cheap asses just didn’t want to pay. I’m so glad we’re done with them!”

  “Understandable,” he said. “You guys work hard. You deserve every penny. Probably more.”

  He saw her eyes twinkle as she said, “I’ll remember that next time we bill you.”

  Laughing, he said, “Forget I said that.”

  “Nope. I totally heard it.”

  A smile curving his lips he said, “Speaking of work. What do you have planned for Saturday night?”

  “Uh,” Elle said, thinking. “Nothing work related. Why?”

  “I have a cocktail party that I’m supposed to go to. I wanted to know if you’d go with me.”

  “Well, gee,” Elle said, “since you made it sound so great, I’d love to.”

  Reaching across the table, he picked up her hand and said, “Sorry. It’ll probably be boring. Lots of fake people and air kisses. If you go with me, there will be at least one person at the party I want to be around.”

  She squeezed his hand and said, “Sure. I’ll go with you. How fancy?”

  He winced and said, “Formal cocktail party. I’m wearing a suit.”

  Elle said. “I can’t remember the last time I went to a formal event that I didn’t cater. Maybe my senior prom?”

  Smiling now, Jim said, “You won’t have to make any of the food. I promise.”

  “Fair enough, then. It sounds delightful,” Elle said.

  Jim felt a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Realizing he still held her hand, he brought her knuckles up to his lips and pressed a kiss there. He saw her answering smile and the flush that crept across her cheeks.

  The waiter arrived at that moment to drop off their meals. The spell effectively broken, they both turned their attention to dinner. Their light banter continued throughout the meal. Elle asked him more about his trip tomorrow and then they talked about some of the jobs she had coming up.

  When dinner was over, he paid the check and escorted her to her car. He managed to talk her into coming back to his place. Admittedly he hadn’t needed to try that hard. She seemed to want him as much as he wanted her. Since she’d brought her own car, she had to follow him back to his house. It gave him time to think.

  Jim realized his instincts about Elle had been completely right. She was a pleasure to talk with. When he said something, she listened. She asked intelligent questions and seemed genuinely interested in hearing the answers. She had relevant, interesting things to say. She was smart, beautiful, and a caring person. He had a sneaking suspicion that he was falling for her. He had no idea what to do with that knowledge.

  Chapter Nine

  When Elle pulled into Jim’s driveway, her eyes were wide as saucers. Sara had mentioned that Jim had money, but she hadn’t realized it was this kind of money! She took in the two-story stone-faced home with double garage in awe. If she had to guess, she’d say it probably had a pool in the backyard, too.

  Getting out of the car, she brought the squirrel feeder with her. When he got out of his
vehicle, she passed it to him and said, “Jeez. Your house is massive! Your yard too. I’m going to have to tell my mother you need several more of these.”

  “Please don’t,” he said, grinning. A moment later he said, “When you speak to her next, please thank her for me.”

  “I will,” she said.

  She watched as he pulled it from the bag and looked at it. He turned to her and asked, “You think the little guys would like sunflower seeds?”

  Looking at him oddly, she said, “Probably. I don’t think they’re picky. Are you really going to use it?”

  “Yeah,” he said. “She was nice enough to get me a gift. Of course I’ll use it.”

  “She’ll be thrilled to hear that. I’m going to tell her you’ve got a small yard, otherwise you’ll get a dozen more, though,” she said with a smirk.

  Jim looked mildly alarmed for a minute and then said, “Yeah. I don’t know that I could handle a dozen tiny horse heads in my yard.”

  She followed him as he took her hand and led her to the front door. When he unlocked it, she heard the loud insistent beep of an alarm system. Once he had disarmed it, he took her hand and led her into the living room. Her eyes took a moment to adjust as the lights turned on automatically.

  Looking around she immediately noticed that the living room was decorated in mostly earth tones, with the occasional rust-colored accent thrown in. It didn’t have the distinct man-cave vibe that she’d been expecting though.

  “I really like the colors you used in here,” Elle said as she continued to take it all in.

  He laughed and said, “I can’t take credit for this. I’m partially color-blind. I had a decorator come in and do the whole house.”

  “Really?” Elle asked.

  “Yeah. I’m bad with greens and not great with reds and yellows. Makes shopping a little rough too.”

  “I’d imagine,” Elle said.

  They walked from room to room as he gave her a tour. The entire house was beautiful. The decorator had used interesting color combinations that all worked well together. It was nothing at all like her swap-meet inspired decor. His kitchen had been to die for.

  When he led her upstairs, he showed her the remaining rooms, then said, “And this is my room,” as he opened the last door.

  As they walked through the door, she said, “This is more like what I expected. Everything else was beautiful, but didn’t feel very lived-in.”

  He looked somewhat surprised, and then said, “Yeah. This one I did myself.”

  The room was decorated in varying shades of gray with starkly contrasting accent pieces in white. The bed had wrought iron headboard that formed a series of scrolls and curves. It was incredibly intricate. She could tell he put a lot of himself into the room with his choices. She was beginning to realize he put a lot of himself into everything he did.

  Elle gestured around the room with her hand and then said, “It’s perfectly…you. I like it.”

  His eyes softened for a moment. He seemed to realize that she’d been saying that she liked more than just the room. Smiling, he cupped her face in his hands and said, “Thank you.”

  Jim stared at her for a moment and then shook his head. He leaned his head down and pressed his lips against hers. They clung briefly to hers, the moved down her neck. In between soft kisses she heard him say, “I promised myself I wouldn’t immediately jump on you the second that we walked through the front door. I don’t want you to think that’s the only reason I brought you here.”

  Smiling, Elle arched her neck and said, “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone this intensely before, but that’s not the only reason I came home with you.”

  When Jim straightened to look at her, she deliberately reached up to loosen the knot on his tie. He reached up to help her, tugging the tie off. Next she moved to unbutton his shirt, then stripped it off of him. When she reached for his belt, he stilled her hands and said, “Undress for me.”

  She slowly took off her cardigan and slid the zipper at her side down. She felt the cool air against her side as she moved her hands to the halter tied around her neck. Untying it, she slid the dress down her hips.

  She stood before him now in only her bra and panties. Reaching her hands around behind her, she undid the clasp of her bra. Removing it, she let it flutter to the ground. He watched with rapt attention as she slid the sheer panties down her thighs.

  “Fuck, Elle. You’re so beautiful,” he said as he shed his slacks and boxer briefs. As soon as he was free of the remaining clothes, he pulled her body flush against his. She moaned at the contact when she felt his sizable erection pressed against her stomach.

  She reached between them, running her hand along the length. He groaned, tilted his head back for a moment and then said, “I’m going to explode if I’m not inside you soon.”

  Releasing him on a groan, she slid her arms up his body and tugged his head down for a kiss. She nipped at his lips until he threaded his hands in her hair. She felt another flood of arousal between her thighs when he tugged lightly on the hair at the nape of her neck, tilting her head. Deepening the kiss, he slid his tongue into her mouth.

  He steered them blindly back toward the bed. When he lay down, she immediately crawled on top of him in a haze of lust. She straddled him, grinding herself against his erection. He groaned, then gripped her waist, controlling the motion of her hips. She continued to tease them both until they were moaning against each others’ mouths. The bite of Jim’s fingers on her hips broke her concentration slightly, allowing tiny threads of reason to creep back into her mind.

  Ripping her mouth away from his, she said, “You should probably put a condom on. I’m about to fuck you senseless.”

  She felt his cock twitch against her in response as he said, “Hold that though for just a minute.”

  She shifted off of him and watched him lean over to his nightstand. Pulling a few condoms out, he tore one off the strip and quickly sheathed himself with it. Tossing the rest on the bedside table, he asked, “Now where were we?”

  She climbed back on top of him, lining his cock up with her opening and slowly sank down on him. She could feel him slowly stretching her, filling her up. He flexed his fingers against her hips and tried valiantly not to move as her body adjusted to the invasion.

  He groaned and said, “Fuck. That’s it. Take it all.”

  She slowly slid the rest of the way down his erection, until he was completely buried inside her. Slowly rocking her hips against him, she found a steady rhythm that had her moaning with every downstroke.

  Jim’s hands moved up to her breasts. He stroked and fondled them, lightly pinching her nipples. Elle whimpered slightly as she felt the beginnings of an orgasm start low in her belly.

  Rotating her hips against him, she moaned as the tension built to an almost intolerable level. Reaching down, she swirled her fingers against her swollen clit. She needed to take the edge off of the unbearable ache she now felt in her lower body. Her need almost painful now, she let out a gasp of pleasure and relief as the tension finally broke. Her back arched and eyes closed, she rolled her hips against his with a moan.

  Suddenly she felt the vague sensation of being flipped around. Elle realized she now lay flat on her back with her legs pressed against Jim’s shoulders. She opened her eyes and saw him watching her face as he pounded against her now.

  “Give me one more,” he said, panting slightly.

  Another wave of lust hit her now, seeing the way that he watched her. Unbelievably she felt her body tense again, another orgasm on the way. She said, “Fuck. Jim, harder please. I need—”

  He slammed into her now, his thrusts increasing in pressure and speed. She cried out with each stroke now and said, “Oh, fuck. Like that.”

  Her fingers curled into the bedding, gripping it tightly. Less than a minute later, she arched her back as release rolled through her system again. This time it hit her so quickly she felt dizzy with it.

  Groaning, Jim said, “Fuck.
That’s right, baby. Come for me.”

  About the time that her brain cleared enough to be able to focus, she felt Jim slam against her one last time as he went over the edge on a curse and a moan. She slid her legs down from where they’d been propped against his shoulders.

  He immediately slumped against her, though he partially supported himself on his forearms. She sighed and stroked a hand against his back when he pressed his mouth against her bare shoulder.

  On a groan, he slid out of her and stumbled on weak legs to what she presumed was the bathroom. A moment later, he came back and rolled back onto the bed. Pulling her close to him, he said, “Jesus. That gets better every time.”

  Elle looked up at him with sleepy, satisfied eyes and agreed. “Yeah. Doesn’t it though?”

  Jim looked down at her and asked, “You’re staying the night, right?”

  Grinning, Elle teased, “But I didn’t bring anything to sleep in.”

  Jim rolled over her, so she lay partially underneath him and slid his hand up to cup her breast. As he rubbed the pad of his thumb over her nipple, he grinned and said, “Mmm. You won’t need clothes for what I had in mind.”

  In answer, Elle reached up and pulled his mouth back down to hers for a long, thorough kiss. She wondered idly as he continued to stroke his thumb gently across her tight, aching nipple whether this insatiable lust that they seemed to have for one another would ever wear off. She really hoped it didn’t.

  * * * *

  Elle opened her eyes blearily as her brain registered the shrill, insistent beeps of an alarm. She looked around, momentarily confused by her unfamiliar surroundings, until she heard a distinctly male groan followed by a slap that immediately silenced the alarm.

  She felt the bed dip slightly as he rolled back toward her. He dropped a kiss on her bare shoulder and slid his arm around her waist. She nestled back against him and said, “Too early.”

  “Too early,” he agreed, his mouth slightly muffled against her shoulder.

  “It wouldn’t be so bad if someone hadn’t kept me up all night,” Elle said, teasing. “You’re insatiable.”