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A Losing Game
The next morning he woke her up with feather-soft kisses down her back, and for the first few moments Jo simply lay there, revelling. Jeta had the warmest, softest lips and she could do nothing but enjoy his leisurely exploration of her tingling skin. As always he knew which spot made her whimper the loudest, and when he reached the small of her back, he circled her flesh with just the tip of his tongue. Jo positively purred.
The past several hours had been nothing short of a revelation. Experiencing bondage sex for the first time – and with a stud like Jeta – would be enough to make any girl a believer. At first, Jo had been nervous. For long minutes she’d lain there, tied to his bed and blindfolded. She’d waited for what seemed like ages and during that time, her quivering inner folds had grown slick with want. The suspense had almost driven her insane but she’d been freakishly turned on by the fact that she was almost naked and helpless in Jeta’s bed; totally at his mercy.
When he returned, Jo was made to enjoy a slow, thorough take on sensation play. From the melting ice cubes, to the ticklish feather duster, and even to the use of his smooth and thick leather belt stroking over her writhing, exposed flesh, Jo had been tantalized and teased. And everything had felt all the more intense considering she couldn’t see; but could only use her sense of hearing, smell and touch, all faculties heightened by the deprivation of one – sight.
Ooh, he was good. He ramped her arousal up to a fever pitch that when he finally placed his lips on hers, she’d strained into him, moaning deeply. She’d felt the slight crush of his solid frame, every inch of him hard-packed with muscle and ripped, heated flesh. His hands had rested on her breasts and they began to feel twice their size, swollen and needy with passion. He’d broken the kiss and inched down, down. His shoulders had felt so wide as they spread her thighs apart. Lost inside the dark silkiness of her eye mask, Jo had no way of knowing what he was up to next. Not until his lips nibbled at her inner thigh, right before his tongue started flicking over and around her secret mound.
After that, the night became a blurred sequence of sensual delights. Jeta was a master mind of all things carnal and blissful. He did things to her body that Jo was sure would be illegal in certain counties. Jo splintered into orgasm after orgasm as his tongue and fingers strummed her spongy walls like a piano. Many times she would have flown off the mattress in ecstasy so it was a good thing in retrospect that she’d been tied to the bed. She was nothing but a mass of spasms when he finally covered her body with his, settling his raging stem just at the entrance of her molten core. With one sure, high-powered thrust, he claimed her.
Jo had always imagined that being taken by Jeta would be mind-blowing. All those weeks ago in the Gambia, she’d had but a taste of what awaited her at his hands. He was a fierce, demanding lover, stud-like in his passions which seemed boundless and would have been overwhelming for a lesser woman. But Jo found herself meeting him pound for pound, her body now fine-tuned to meeting his every erotic parry. As they’d coasted closer and closer to their peak, he’d taken off the eyemask and she’d blinked up at him, her lips panting as deep within her, he surged and plunged.
His eyes were pinned to her face, and Jo found it impossible to hide how much the thunder of his thrusts were pushing her closer to the edge. He angled his hips a certain way and bam! Right into the magic spot. She felt his arms lift to untie her wrists from their restraints, and his fingers linked with hers tightly as he lunged into her again and again. The pace was punishing, unbreaking – and absolute. The pressure had reaching breaking point inside her and Jo had managed to let out just a single whistle-register shriek before she flung her head back, succumbing to her earth-quaking orgasm. To her gratification, Jeta’s answering roar of satisfaction rent the air as he rammed in a few heedless thrusts that signalled his release.
And that was just the first time.
Now that daylight poured in through the windows, and the distant twittering of birds filled the air, Jo couldn’t decide which parts of last night had been just a dream. But then as Jeta’s lips grew bolder, edging down her spine to the raised mounds of her bottom, Jo firmly decided that it had definitely all been real. She’d lost count of the times he’d drilled her to a mutually satisfying finish. Even now, she shivered deep within her pulpy walls when she thought of how thoroughly they’d been hammered by his maleness.
Letting out a whine of pleasure, she turned on her back, stretching deliciously as she saw him lean back, a wolfish smile on his handsome face. He was bare-chested, all of him gloriously smooth and sinewy, his torso carved like an Olympic swimmer’s. His grin widened as she ran her eyes over him with unhidden admiration, her expression showing surprise as beneath the low-riding gym pants she wore, Jo could see an unmistakable bulge.
Again? was Jo’s incredulous thought as her eyes flew up to his. Despite herself, the look on his face made her cheeks go pink even as her treacherous folds started to twitch and sizzle between her thighs. His fingers sank into her hair and he tugged her face close, their lips mere inches away. Jo knew in an instant that if he kissed her, they’d be triggering off another session of hip-breaking sex. Thinking of the way she was aching in muscles she’d never even known she could use, Jo decided that prudence must override passion as with a chaste kiss on his lips, she pulled slightly away.
“Good morning,” she said, smiling. “Didn’t expect to see you up so bright and early.”
Jeta’s grin flashed more roguishly. “With a beautiful woman naked in my bed, who needs sleep?”
Jo bit down a whimper as his hand fell on her hip and pulled her lower body closer against him till she could feel every ridge of his thickening masculinity. Jo’s hands opened flat on his chest and she gave a slight push even as she giggled sillily. “You’re a crazy guy, Jeta.”
“Won’t be the first time you’ve come to that conclusion,” he told her with twinkling eyes as he lowered his face to nuzzle her neck. Jo shivered from the inside out and she was reminded that she’d said the same thing that night in her hotel room in the Gambian Greatstone, when both of them had been playing their respective games of seduction. Jo arched her throat and let out a helpless moan of pleasure as his lips nibbled sensuously at her delicate collarbone.
“Trust me, I’m not complaining,” she gasped, her fingers digging into his muscular upper arms. “In fact…I’m really glad I decided to keep my end of the bargain and move in with you.”
“So you’re here to stay?” he murmured, in between tormenting bites to her sensitive flesh.
“Yes,” Jo let out on a breathless whine.
“Good.” The one word was no more than a growl, and Jo forgot she should be protesting as he slid his hand down her quivering belly to cup her aching, smooth-shaven mound. A shaft of white light hit her vision and Jo lost all sense of time and place for a moment.
“Because I’m happy as well that you managed to see the light in time,” Jeta added, already snaking his way down to flick his tongue over one distended, greedy little nipple. His free hand cupped her breast and Jo’s lips went slack in a soundless moan.
Gathering what was left of her wits, she blurted out, “So I guess this means you’ll take those shares after all?”
His whole body went stiff and Jo slowly opened her eyes, suddenly aware she’d said the wrong thing.
She bit on her bottom lip in consternation when Jeta suddenly pulled away and rolled off the bed. Jo gathered the covers to shield her nude frame as she watched him shrug into a t-shirt. “Trust you not to pass up an opportunity,” he said tersely, his smile thin.
“What?” Jo said innocently, amazed by the lightning flash of rage that crossed his eyes.
“Don’t bother trying to change my mind about the shares because there’s now way I’m budging,” he snapped, standing over the bed and regarding her with cool contempt. “Now I know the real reason you came here last night. Why you actually had to swallow your pride, even after the way I turned you down at the Registry. You really couldn’t stand it that I didn’t succumb to your whim, could you? So you showed up here in a bid to soften me up. You’ll do anything to get your way.”
“You’ve got it all wrong!” Jo cried, sitting up quickly as she faced his wrath. “I came here because it’s where I wanted to be – with you. We had a deal.”
“Spare me,” he gritted out through thinned lips. “Did you really believe that you could make me give in just by getting into my bed? You’re very desirable, Josephine but nothing – even a woman with a body as delectable as yours – could make me dumb enough to give up my pride.”
And with that, he stormed out of the room, the door slamming after him. Jo’s mouth hung open, her eyes darting round the empty room. What the heck was that?
She just didn’t get him at all. He found it so easy to believe the worst of her and it hurt! He’d misinterpreted her motives even though he’d been right and she’d come here intent to win him over. But it hadn’t been all about that. She found him totally irresistible and getting into his bed was the icing on the cake to everything else they had between them even though it was just business.
And she couldn’t get the issue he had over the shares. He wanted no part of SanCorp, it seemed. And even though the portion of shares were his right as her legally married husband, he seemed murderous at the prospect of being settled any kind of consideration beyond what they’d agreed. But that was bullshit, right? He was just too damned proud and it galled her that he couldn’t let go of a bit of his damned pride.
However, she had to think of the situation they were in, and how much of his pride he’d already given up by getting into an arranged marriage just so he could get his precious company back on its feet. Jo heaved a deep sigh as she began to get where he was coming from, but that was still no cause for him to speak to her that way. They really had to find some middle ground if they were going to last the duration of this ‘contract’ without causing each other grievous bodily harm…