Overtime Play (6 page)

“Well,” she added, “if you’re not pleased, Mr. Rain, I can leave.”

Her words seemed to ignite his anger, because suddenly he placed a big hand on the top of her bathing suit and ripped the piece down, leaving her completely and utterly nude. She squealed and squirmed, but he managed to hold her still.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

The arrogant man. Did he take joy in rattling her nerves? Even so, she couldn’t help but laugh at the desperate act.

Grumbling, he sat in the stall chair, then dragged her hips forward so that his mouth was at the entrance of her pussy.

“I think I owe you, Ms. Perrin.”

Arching her back, she purred in delight. “What do you have in mind?”

Bending over, he sucked her engorged clit into his mouth, simultaneously plunging his fingers inside of her hot pussy.
Her sex spasmed violently at the delicious contact, her hips squirming from side to side. His fingers pressed harder, deeper, until her core throbbed with a blinding need that overwhelmed her. Clinging to his forearms, she moaned in ecstasy.

“Brace your hands on the side,” he ordered.

She did as he said, totally lost in fevered sensations. When her hips angled higher, his tongue plunged deeper into her channel. As he lapped up the juices surrounding her clit, she writhed restlessly. It wasn’t enough. She needed more.

She clawed at his shoulders as he chuckled and pulled her down to straddle him. Then he reached in his gym bag, pulled out a condom, and sheathed himself.

Her lips quirked as she absently wondered why on earth he had a condom in his gym bag.

Sensing her thoughts, he shrugged, and positioned her closer. “I like to come prepared.”

She should’ve been pissed off at his incredible ego, but could only summon a chuckle. “You are seriously cocky, Mr. Rain,” she murmured.

His eyebrows lifted mockingly. “Had enough?”

At the sight of the smirk enlivening his face, Mira rolled her eyes. She was just about to tell him off, when he plunged her down on his long, thick cock. They both jumped at the exquisite contact. The feel of his shaft slipping easily between her folds, warming her, cocooning her in a delicious swirl of bliss, was almost too much to bear. When he reached her cervix, she sighed in pleasure and wrapped her arms around his neck, in awe of the intense pressure.

For a few seconds, she held her breath then let it whoosh out of her. Running her fingers through his golden hair, she couldn’t help but wonder if she had somehow died in gone to Heaven, if pleasure in the flesh could physically be so sweet.

Slowly, she rocked up and down his long shaft, finding a steady rhythm, rejoicing in the feel of his bulbous head nearing her G-spot. When it wasn’t enough, she picked up speed, grabbing his shoulders, riding him hard, not caring that she was fucking the boss. Only focused on the feel of the incredible bliss. The sounds of his muttered curses only made her grind harder. Faster.

Closing her eyes, she wondered why it ever had to end, why she couldn’t stay with him forever. He’s not that someone Mira. She flinched at the pain of the realization, shoving the troublesome thoughts aside, losing herself in the heat of their intimacy.

She rode him with complete abandon. Higher. Hotter. Faster. And deeper. Loving the feel of his palms on her thighs, his lips on her neck. Her nipples grew painfully hard. Delicious heat constricted her muscles and she thought she might burst into a million, little pieces. She tightened around him and shouted with joy as a powerful orgasm overtook her, blindingly sweet. He suddenly went still and came inside of her, swearing profusely.

Sapped of energy, Mira buckled in his arms. And smiled. If she wasn’t careful, she could fall in love with him.

“Was it good?”

“Yeah,” she whispered, relaxing in the lull of his arms. “You delivered. You see I think—”

He laughed and kissed her quiet.

****

The next day Jeremy spent the afternoon with Mira, sightseeing. As they moved through the crowds, he thought about how she’d worked his shaft in the sauna and shower room. How she’d taunted him with her brash words. Remembering how she’d had him at her whim, he found it difficult to keep his eyes off of her. Though her yellow dress reached her ankles, he could still see her curvy silhouette through the thin fabric.

When they entered a souvenir store, he flicked the ends of her dress teasingly.

“What’s with the black pant suits you always wear to work?”

Her eyes narrowed at the question as she yanked the dress away. “I don’t always wear black pant suits, Mr. Rain,” she snapped. “I switch it up from time to time.”

“In what? Black skirt suits?”

She shuffled through a rack of clothing, ignoring him.

“I only ask because the color hides you,” he said, determined to get back into her good graces.

A small smile touched her lips. “My suits are comfortable. Plus, who am I going to impress at work? I go there to do a job.”

“Yes, I know, but the dress policy approves casual wear.”

“So what?”

“Why not add a little color?”

“I don’t have time for color. Uncle Leo is what matters, not my wardrobe.”

He reached for her hand, forcing her to look him in the eyes. “You work too much.”

“So do you,” she bit back.

He remained silent. My God, she was only twenty six. Had anyone ever spent the time to take care of her? To really see her for who she was—a kind loving woman who worked double shifts to take care of her ailing relative? A strong streak of protectiveness suddenly overcame him. He wanted to ease her troubles. To make her life easier somehow without stripping her of her independence, so that shitty Dollar Place bosses didn’t tower over her, didn’t break her spirit. She was the one woman he’d met in his entire life who he truly wanted to take care of, simply because she deserved it.

Seeing the doubt in her eyes, he focused her attention on a T-shirt display and changed the subject.

On the way back to the hotel, he wondered how he planned on convincing his sultry mystery woman that they were perfect for each other.

****

That evening, Jeremy undressed Mira slowly, and watched as she stretched her hands above her head on the bed and spread her legs. Her breasts were large, melon-sized, with dark chocolate nipples. The rest of her was beautiful and voluptuous. He grew incredibly hard at the sight.

“Are you going to stand there looking at me all day?” she teased from the bed, flipping a pillow up in the air.

He chuckled and strolled closer, turned on by her brazenness. “Maybe.”

“Jeremy, stop playing and get over here.”

He stopped walking and stared. “And if I don’t?”

“Well, then, I’ll be very disappointed.”

When his cock contracted, her eyebrows wiggled. Grinning, he whipped off his shirt and slacks so that he stood in front of her completely naked.

“Believe me, Jeremy,” she murmured, brushing a finger around a beaded nipple. “You don’t want to see me disappointed.”

With a chuckle, he finally gave in and approached the bed. There he settled above her. “What do you do? Breathe fire?”

“Maybe,” she moaned, grabbing a handful of his ass, forcing him to take a shallow breath to calm his rock hard cock.

“Let me put you out of your misery, then,” he whispered against her ear, his hard flesh at the entrance of her pussy.

Slowly, he rubbed his swollen head against her folds, relishing in the feel of her wetness. She sighed and clung to his neck, making the most adorable meowing sounds. His eyes burned into hers

He reached for the condoms next to his bed and sheathed himself. Fighting his own desire.

Unable to wait, he impaled her pussy with his shaft in one smooth move, gritting his teeth at the exquisite pleasure that was almost painful. My God. She felt good.

She clawed his back, urging him to continue, murmuring in satisfaction. Kneading her ass, he pressed in and out of her channel in long, deep strokes, in awe of her tight, wet pussy.

Her eyes fluttered on a sigh. She was loving it. The feel of her fingernails in his shoulders was proof enough. His hands tangled with her braids and pulled gently so that he had access to the delicate curve of her neck. There he let his tongue do the work, licking her lazily, as if he had all the time in the world, enthralled by her smoky cocoa skin.

“Jeremy, oh God.”

He stared down at her lovely face. “Say you’re mine,” he ground out.

Her eyes closed.

A sudden bolt of fear, unlike anything he’d ever experience, pumped inside of him at the realization that she might not say the words. That she might not feel the same.

But then she opened her eyes. “I’m yours.”

At the sound of the words, he pounded into her like an animal, driven by the need to claim her with his body completely. To banish any doubts she had once and for all.

He impaled her with hard strokes, the sound of their lovemaking erupting in the air an added aphrodisiac. Rotating his hips, he slid deeper, pushing her up against the bed until her head touched the headboard. He lost himself in a world of pleasure. All he felt and saw was raw hot desire. He thrust harder, deeper, blinded by his need. Wanting her to never forget his touch.

She tugged his hair and called out his name. Sensing her need, his hand found her clit. He pinched and tugged the sensitive nub in time with his thrusts. She bucked beneath him, but he continued his torture, loving her incredible sexy sounds.

She screamed her satisfaction as an orgasm overtook her, her pussy contracting around him, milking him tightly.

They shouted out together, their bodies convulsing wildly as powerful orgasms tore through their sweat-soaked limbs. Then they fell back to Earth.

When the last of his convulsions vanished, he rolled over, thinking that he could get used to the feel of her in his arms.

****

Mira was ready to rejoin the living despite her soreness the next day. She’d spent two days with the great Jeremy Rain; watching bad TV, ordering greasy food, fucking him like a rabid animal. A part of her was a little embarrassed by how brazen she’d been in bed. But another part, a stronger part, urged her to relax. For once in her tired, sexless life, she was following Kell’s advice—she was going for the dick. It wasn’t a big deal!

A chill traveled through her as she thought about the intense look in Jeremy’s eyes when he’d urged her to say she was his. She knew he’d said the words in the heat of the moment. Knew there was no chance in hell that she’d end up with him in the long-run. They were just having a little fun. Come next week things would return to normal. But even so, she couldn’t help but wonder…

Heavy with thoughts, she studied her surroundings. She stood inside of his hotel room, searching for the infamous speech folder that had eluded him all morning. Though he’d given up the hunt an hour ago and gone to the conference’s premiere charity event, she was not easily swayed. The blasted folder was there somewhere.

She searched the hotel room, looking under chairs and drawers, examining his luggage. When she heard a ring from his cell phone on the drawer, she made a mental note to tell him she had it. She reached for the device and tried clicking the silent function, but mistakenly clicked the voicemail tool instead.

A man spoke on the other line. Her fingers fumbled with the off button, but the sound of her name on the stranger’s lips stopped her dead in her tracks. Curious, she listened to the new voicemail.

“Hey, are you up for signing more country stars to the daytime show next week? Also, the renovators called back about extending the Peachtree office. Hope you’re having a good time with your “personal assistant” Mira down there in Daytona. I don’t think five thousand is enough, bro. Why not get the most out of her and go for ten thousand? Black pant suit or not, I’m sure she’d be worth it. Talk to you later, bud.”

Mira froze. She took a slow, deep breath. Maybe she’d misheard the man. She listened to the message again, then suddenly felt like she was going to be sick. She sat on the bed, dropping her face in her hands. Surely, Jeremy hadn’t sought to pay her off like a two-dollar ho? Had that been his plan all along? To play chivalrous knight when he was really a chivalrous dick? The evidence was there.