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  Hand on the small of her back, I led her away from the noisy restaurant to the outside terrace, not wanting to make a spectacle of ourselves.

  Clare turned to me, breasts presented, fuck-me eyes satisfied that I’d fallen for her trap.

  I hardened my jaw, posture stiffening. “You’re being very unprofessional.”

  She paused, color draining from her face, the fun struck out of her. I grit my teeth to keep from grinning.

  “This may not be the workplace but it is a work function,” I continued, “The way you’ve been conducting yourself this evening is incredibly unethical.”

  Eyes wide, Clare took slow and steady breaths, trying to think of a way to explain herself out of this. She tried to control the panic in her eyes.

  “And this,” I said under my breath, stepping towards her and placing my hands around her on her back, “Is a very sexy dress.”

  She narrowed her eyes, trying to figure out if I was full of shit or not.

  Unable to control my victory grin, I leaned as close as I could without our lips touching, triumph pouring out of my skin.

  “You think you’re so good,” I whispered boldly, “But I got you this time.”

  Clare pursed her lips to keep from grinning, finally getting it, acknowledging and giving credit where credit was due. “Well played.”

  My hands still on her back, her body heat radiating, I pulled back just a little. “If you want to play with the big boys, you’d better come prepared.”

  She grinned, reaching between us and grabbing the lapels of my jacket, pulling herself up to me face, trying to get the upper hand. “I’m always prepared.”

  Head full of wicked thoughts, I closed the space between our lips, hovering the slightest distance apart from hers, my breath teasing her, her fingers digging into my lapels, waiting. Her pulse fluttered in her neck.

  Grinning and using all my control, I stepped away from her, putting my hands in my pockets, leaving her panting and biting her lip angrily.

  “Amateur,” I teased, knowing how pissed I was making her.

  She scoffed, fixing her hair, tossing it over her shoulder. “You just wish you weren’t my boss.”

  I smirked, sizing her up. “What does that have to do with anything?”

  Clare put her hands on her hips, ready play. “If you weren’t, you could do all those dirty things you’re thinking and it wouldn’t jeopardize either of our jobs or be unprofessional.”

  Raising my eyebrows and stepping towards her, I nodded, running my hand over my chin. “You’re be correct… except… This doesn’t seem to be the office.”

  I stepped towards her, close enough to touch her, her chest heaving, eyes full of dirty things herself.

  “Just once,” I whispered, lowering my mouth to hers, “No one has to know…”

  Her eyes closed, leaning up to meet me, the need dripping from her body. As much as she fucking hated me, she wanted me. It seemed like we both enjoyed a challenge.

  I waited a beat, contemplating telling her she lost again and leaving her on the terrace. I imagined shaking my head later, wondering what the hell I was thinking.

  Just as I opened my mouth to deliver my smart-ass remark, her lips slid against mine, hot and throbbing. My hands balanced her colliding body on mine by slipping to her back, warm skin under my hands. The smell of her perfume surrounded me, my cock hardening. She’d been teasing the hell out of me and I couldn’t fucking deny that I wanted her.

  “You lose,” I whispered against her lips, proving to her that she’d lost the game and been able to continue teasing me without acting on it. I held her close to me, knowing we’d be in for some stern consequences if one of the partners walked out right then.

  Clare kissed me again, biting my lip gently. “Oh well. Win some, lose some. Guess it wasn’t my night.”

  I grinned wickedly, consequences be damned. “It’s about to be.”

  Chapter 3

  Clare

  Elliot pressed me against the wall of the elevator, lust rising between us as fiery as our hatred of each other. His hands at the back of my head held me to his mouth, my hands clutching his lapels pulled him even closer. We hated each other but we both fucking loved this.

  He’d gotten a hotel room in case he got too drunk to drive home but I wondered if he planned this all along.

  The elevator dinged and he pulled away from my mouth, eyes wide and hungry. He took my hand and led me out into the hall, glancing over room numbers, our actions tumbling before us.

  “You are such a tease,” he scolded with a grin, panting

  He slid the key card into the door when he found it and pulled me inside the dark room, sliding me up against the wall as the door shut, enveloping us in total darkness, the totality of the situation sliding along our skin like velvet.

  This was nearing the point of no return, the gravity pulling at my stomach, tugging lower.

  This is so fucking wrong… But so goddamn good.

  His lips were hot on my neck, hands desperate along my body, slipping against the silk of my dress. I grabbed at his jacket, sliding it off, throwing it to the ground.

  I slid my hands up his arms, behind his neck, into his hair. He groaned into my mouth.

  Fuck it.

  I clashed my mouth against his, driving him backwards towards the bed. The back of his knees hit and he fell backwards, taking me with him, my body sliding on top of his, his hands along my back, that cologne erupting in a cloud around me. It was intoxicating.

  His hands were wrapped in my hair as I kissed down his neck, snapping the buttons on his shirt, ripping it open, licking the skin underneath.

  Elliot sat up, tipping me off him, making me stand to catch my balance. He wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me to him, lips descending to his.

  “Just once, right?” he breathed, lust in his voice.

  I grinned wickedly. “No one has to know.”

  He growled in his throat and gripped the bottom of my silk dress, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the ground. His lips met my breasts instantaneously, sucking and licking every inch he could, his fingers dug into my ass.

  Cupping the back of his head, I moaned, mouth dry, chest heaving. He looked up at me and winked mischievously, mouth lowering, licking down my stomach, goose bumps along my skin. My panties were slid off as I stood naked and panting, wanting. I needed more of him.

  He grabbed at my back and twisted me over him and onto the middle of the bed, hands outstretched to catch myself. He stood, looking over me, eyes hungry and lustful, sliding off his crisp white shirt and throwing it on the ground before starting on his pants.

  I licked my lips, watching him remove the last of his clothing, placing a condom on the nightstand for later.

  I didn’t care how wrong this should have been; it was so deliciously wicked, so incredibly hot.

  My eyes moved back to him, hungry and desperate for more. His cock sprung over the zipper of his pants, huge and ready.

  I met his eyes, glued to mine before looking back down again.

  This is my fucking boss.

  Knowing that we shouldn’t turned me on more than I could even stand.

  Elliot

  I looked my fill of her before moving. She was so fucking sexy. If this was only going to be one time, I wanted it to last.

  Kissing up her legs, I made my way to her pussy, which I knew would be dripping wet by now. I knew that teasing me the way she had made her turned on as hell.

  My cock dragged along her smooth, tan legs and she shivered. I smiled, dipping my mouth to her pussy, covering it with my mouth, tongue exploring.

  Clare moaned, a hand at the back of my head, urging me on. I sucked and licked, teasing her clit, her legs pulsing around me.

  “You like this, baby?”

  She groaned in response, eyes closed, head thrown back.

  I reached down and stroked my dick, thick and ready for her. All that teasing had gotten me hard as steel and I was ready
to show her what teasing me would do.

  Raising up, hovering my body over hers, still thrashing beneath me, gasping for breath, I grinned. She was right where I wanted her. She’d never underestimate me again.

  Her eyes locked on mine, hands on my shoulders, legs spreading for me. I couldn’t keep myself from her any longer. I had to have her.

  “You see where teasing gets you?” I muttered, grabbing for the condom, “Always into trouble.”

  She beamed under me, rubbing her tits against my chest, hips rising to mine.

  “You thought you had me good,” I whispered, sliding my cock against her wetness, her eyes shooting open, tilting her hips for more, “But, baby, you had no idea.”

  Clare groaned, trying to get me to slide my cock into her, tired of my teasing. I grinned, loving her writhing under me, desperate for me to stop this torture. Hands on her hips, I let her have it.

  Chapter 4

  Clare

  Elliot slammed his cock into me so hard, it ripped a gasp from my throat. He was immediately pulling out and ramming it back in again, my back arching against the bed, feeding my lust.

  “Fuck,” he grunted, pumping in and out. I threw my head back, his hands under my ass to hold me up higher.

  My boss is fucking me.

  It was hard to imagine that the man I hated, the incredibly controlled and poised asshole who stole my job was now fucking me senseless. And that I liked it.

  No. I fucking loved it.

  My nipples hardened impossibly harder, his hands gripping my ass. All I could do was groan and take it, loving ever single second.

  It was so wrong, so incredibly immoral but that thought alone made me more wet than ever.

  “Next time I’ll have you bent over my desk.”

  I moaned, imagining his perfectly tailored suit disheveled as he fucked me.

  “You have no idea what you’ve been doing to me,” he growled into my ear, my hands clawing at his shoulders, his neck.

  Elliot pulled out suddenly, flipping me over, pulling my hips up as he raised on his knees, sliding his cock into me from behind, a groan on his lips.

  It was deeper this way, my pussy throbbing around him, dripping with need. The teasing and touching earlier had ignited a fire that desperately needed to be quenched. The fact that he was now my boss fueled it. My hands grasped at the sheets, needing something to steady myself against his hard thrusts.

  “You fucking love this, don’t you?”

  I moaned, his hips driving against my ass, his hands entangling in my hair.

  “Say it,” he demanded, pulling at my hair.

  I gasped. “Yes. I love it.”

  He slapped my ass, the skin stinging, a groan falling from my lips.

  “This is exactly what you wanted, isn’t it?”

  I licked my lips, his thick cock sliding in and out of me in perfect rhythm, hips leaning back for more.

  “Yes,” I groaned; I’d say whatever he wanted to hear as long as he kept fucking me.

  Elliot rammed his cock into me harder and harder, jagged breaths falling from his mouth. I clenched the sheets in my hands, bracing my hips against his, taking every long, hard thrust.

  His fingers curled over my shoulder, getting better leverage to fuck me. The smell of his cologne filled my nose, images of him sitting behind his desk at work filling my head. I groaned. This was so fucking dirty. We’d be in so much shit if anyone found out, but I didn’t care. This was too fucking good.

  He started pounding into me harder, fingers reaching around to tease my clit. I nearly came right then. I could hear him grinning from behind me.

  “That’s it,” he coaxed, fingers and cock working me over in unison, “Come for me.”

  I groaned, feeling the tension building. He fucked me harder, continuing the pressure on my clit, making me gasp for breath. I tried to hold out, tried to make it last.

  “Come on, baby,” he moaned, hips flexing, “Give it to me.”

  He slammed into me especially hard, the orgasm bursting in white-hot pleasure over my skin, squeezing hard around him. He groaned, a hand on my lower back to steady himself and the wave crashed over me, tingling and sizzling.

  I gasped, trying to catch my breath, his large cock still moving inside me, making me shudder.

  Elliot leaned over me, breathless. “A little teasing can go a long way.”

  I moaned in response, still shuddering, as he picked up his pace again. I held the bed as he fucked me hard and fast, the speed building. The thoughts of him using me to get himself off filled my head, turning me on again.

  “Fucking Christ,” he groaned, slamming into me roughly. He thrust twice more and stilled, hips shuddering against my ass, his breath sharp. His cock throbbed inside me as he steadied himself against my hips, breathing slowing.

  “Fuck,” he breathed before rolling off me.

  I stretched my back, extending my muscles. I had hated this man so much, tried to fuck with him every chance I got, but damn did I underestimate him.

  Elliot slapped my ass playfully, my head shooting over to look at him, grinning. He leaned over and kissed me roughly, winking as he pulled away.

  “I think we both won this one, babe.”

  Epilogue

  Six Months Later

  Elliot

  After the Christmas Party, Clare and I tried to keep things light at the office. It became quite obvious, however, that teasing each other was something that neither of us could stop. It was our favorite game and we played it well.

  We were still doing our jobs, but damnit if a few smart-ass remarks didn’t come from us while exchanging information. Although we had fun together, we agreed that working together and fucking wasn’t exactly the smartest.

  She called the headhunter a few weeks after Christmas and got hired on at a new company, and as she likes to remind me, to a higher position than I was. I was a lowly division head while she was now the Regional VP of Sales.

  I was fucking proud of her.

  My cell phone pinged on my desk as I glanced at it.

  Clare: Late conference call. Meet for dinner at 8?

  I grinned, thinking of something cheeky to say back. She was so much fun to play with.

  Elliot: Better be right at 8. You know what happens if you tease me.

  I adjusted my collar. I hoped she’d show up for dinner ready to play. With her smart-ass mouth, she’d be bound to drop a few one-liners, maybe stir her drink with her finger and lick the tip. We loved spending hours out, teasing the hell out of each other before finally having enough and dragging each other home.

  Clare: Opening at work… Pretty high up… Wanna be my boss again?

  My email pinged; she’d sent me the position opening. I grinned, tapping the edge of my phone on my desk. My phone buzzed again, I grinned already that whatever she said, it was bound to get my blood pumping.

  Clare: Just once… No one has to know…

  I grinned wickedly. Tonight, at dinner, I’d tease the hell out of her, already thinking of sliding her panties off at the table, my hands all over her in the cab on the way home, and getting her against the door before we could get inside.

  As good as she thought she was at teasing, I was still better. And tonight, I’d make her remember that.

  The End

  About The Author

  Julianne Reid lives in Florida with her husband and three dogs.

  Find Julianne at [email protected]

  Table Of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Just Once

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter

  Epilogue

  About The Author

 

 

  Julianne Reid, Just Once

 

 

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