Jasper knew he’d messed up the second Annie froze beneath him. They’d been playing their game, and it had been going so well. Stranger sex, because role-playing was their thing. The fact that the person renting her old condo had moved out and the place was temporarily empty until she got it rented again provided the perfect playground.
Until he blew it.
She turned around and stared at him with those big brown eyes. “Jasper Monroe.”
Both names. He’d clearly committed a role-playing sin. He rushed to cover up his wrong turn with a bit of truth. “Temporary mindfuck. Sorry.”
She looked close to smiling. “I’m not sure mindfuck is an actual thing.”
The woman clearly did not grow up in his house. “You can’t be serious.”
“Well, you are a very naughty boy.” The rest of her frustration seemed to fade and she treated him to a sexy wink.
He dipped his voice lower in response. “Yes, I am.”
“But you set the rules. No names.”
He did say that, because he would do anything for her. “My control goes to shit the minute I put my fingers in you. That’s no secret.”
She pressed her palm against his cheek. “You’re lucky you’re so adorable.”
That made him sound more like a puppy than a man. Not exactly how he wanted his woman to see him. “I’m desperate to get inside you. That part was not a game. Trust me.”
Her fingers traveled over his chin, then down to his chest before dropping away. A second later she pushed her skirt back down. Shimmied until it fell into place.
He caught her arm before she could pivot around him. “Hold up.”
“You had your chance, stud.” She leaned in and pressed a quick kiss on his nose. “I should get back to work.”
Not after that build-up, after coming so close to…coming. The guys would laugh him right out of the construction trailer if they knew, which they wouldn’t. Being the project architect, he had a reputation to protect. Besides, his body was locked and loaded.
He watched her, letting his gaze wander over those amazing breasts, stopping to linger on her stiff nipples. “No.”
“What?”
“I said no.”
“Oh, really?” She froze. A haze moved over her eyes as tension thumped through the room. Interest and excitement pressed in on them.
Damn right.
He was fully back in control. “You heard me, Miss Sullivan.”
“I guess I did.” Her tone stayed steady right up until the end when her voice wobbled.
Yeah, this game would work. He knew she liked when he took charge. When he made demands and dominated her body. It worked for her, and it sure as hell worked for him.
He stepped back, forced his hand to drop from her waist and his voice to go flat, then nodded toward her skirt. “Take your panties off.”
The word didn’t do much for him, but she liked it. One mention of “panties” and heat flashed in her eyes. Just like this time.
Her gaze searched his face. “You think you’re in charge?”
Oh, he definitely was.
“Your body belongs to me.” Slowly and deliberately, he dropped to his knees in front of her. “Open your shirt and slip your bra to the side. I want to see what’s mine while you beg for me.”
She didn’t immediately move, and he needed clear consent. He put his hands on the outside of her knees and stilled. “Do we have a problem?”
She swallowed but didn’t say anything. The slow shake of her head provided the answer. She knew their safe word and understood she could call a halt to the game at any time. But she didn’t use either out.
The slight trembling in her muscles told him one thing: she wanted this. The next few minutes promised to be a wild ride.
“Good. Because I’d hate to have to report your behavior, Miss Sullivan.”
She raced to get the buttons of her blouse opened, then pulled the edges apart. Slipped the cups to the side until her pale pink nipples peeked out.
“Touch them while I touch you.” Heat wrapped around them. He could almost feel the need pulsing off her. In a span of less than a minute she’d switched from I should go to make me stay.
He pushed her back until her shoulders hit the wall again. Balanced there, he could play with her. He could lick her and watch those sexy legs buckle as she chanted his name.
“I should order you not to wear anything under your skirt next time we meet. And there will be a next time, Miss Sullivan.” His palms skimmed higher. His fingertips brushed against her silky underwear.
The pink set. He fucking loved the pink set, but he would love the material even more after he peeled it off her and it landed on the floor.
She moved her legs wider apart. The skirt stretched tight across her thighs. “I can’t do that. It wouldn’t be professional.”
He had no idea how she played the game while the breaths pounded out of her. He could barely concentrate.
“You don’t get a say.” He could smell her and it nearly killed him to hold back. “Now tell me what you need. I want to hear you ask for it. Then I’ll decide if I’m going to give it to you.”
He traced his fingertip over her, along the soft material until her wetness soaked through. He kept up the gentle torture, using his finger to caress her while her hands locked on his shoulders.
“Use your mouth.” Her knees bent slightly, as if she was trying to bring his body against hers.
Nice try. “Prove how much you want it.” He shoved her skirt up. She wiggled her hips to make the process easier.
He nearly shredded her underwear in his need to get them off. Tugging, he stripped them down and let them fall to the floor beside him. All he had to do was lean back and bring her down on his lap. He could end this by plunging deep inside her. But he wanted the anticipation to last, to feel her body convulse around his cock.
He shifted forward, pressing his mouth against the soft rectangle of hair covering her. For a second he didn’t go deeper, and it took almost all his fight not to. Then he opened her legs wider and slipped his tongue inside her.
Her body jerked at the intimate contact. A groan filled the air as she settled some of her weight on him. Dug her fingernails into his skin right through his T-shirt.
“Please,” she groaned.
His tongue flicked over her. He kept darting and circling until her hips angled forward.
“Jasper…”
He lifted his head and slid two fingers into her, thrusting them in and out as he watched her head fall back. “I should make you wait.”
Her hand tightened on his shoulder. “I can’t…”
So hot. “Tell me how much you need this.”
One of her hands moved to his head. She pushed, forcing his mouth even closer to her body. “Please.”
“Miss Sullivan?”
“I’m begging.”
He would have smiled if he weren’t so close to losing control. He skimmed the edge, ready to plunge into her. A churning need pummeled him as he gave in.
Dropping his hands, he moved back. Not much, just enough to put a little air between them.
She nearly ripped his shirt at the neck. “Don’t stop.”
As if that were possible. He sat on his heels. “Kneel on the bed. I want to get the full view of that firm ass.” When she didn’t immediately get in position, he upped the game. “I won’t tell you again, Miss Sullivan.”
“What if I don’t obey?” Her hands shook as she swept her straight brown hair off her shoulder.
“Don’t disappoint me, Miss Sullivan.”
A full minute ticked by in silence. Tension and need mixed, building and expanding until they choked the room. The air thickened and her chest rose and fell on heavy breaths.
Then she kicked off her shoes. He watched, spellbound, as she walked over to the mattress and sat down with her legs together and back straight.
Every move, deliberate and so feminine, intrigued him. He couldn’t look away, but he needed more. “If you just sit there I’m going to assume you want me to use your mouth.”
Those long, lean legs shifted. She stared at him as she turned, not breaking eye contact until her knees balanced on the edge of the bed. She lifted her head and her hair fanned out over her back and down her shoulders. Her skirt had shifted, exposing her ass.
That did it.
His hands went to his zipper as he stood. A ripping sound tore through the room as he lowered his jeans. They didn’t usually bother with a condom. Not with her on the pill, and they’d been monogamous and had been tested. But she had to get back to work and the condom fit with the game, so he slipped the packet out of his pocket.
He pressed his palm in the space between her shoulder blades. Without another word from him, her elbows slid along the comforter and her arms stretched above her head.
When her chest touched the mattress, she turned her head to the side and stared at him.
Perfect. He didn’t say anything. Not when he pushed the material up and over that fine ass. Not when his fingers traced the shape of her and explored her bare skin. Not when she trembled under his touch.
He slipped the condom on as he pressed his other hand to the delicious spot at the base of her spine. If she were naked and they had more time, he’d explore it with his mouth. But right now he just needed to be inside her.
Finding one last burst of control, he glided his tip over her, before he slipped just inside her wetness. Then he plunged in and felt her inner muscles grab on to him.
As the rhythm took over, his breathing kicked up. The headboard knocked against the wall, but he didn’t stop. Back and forth he moved as their bodies shifted on the mattress. Her fingers dug into the comforter.
As he watched her and felt her tighten around him, a pounding started in his gut. Every muscle pulled taut as his hips started to buck. He knew he was almost gone. He slipped his finger over her so he could watch her while need engulfed him. Back and forth, matching the steady beat of the plunge inside her.
But he wanted one more thing. Before the orgasm hit him, he pulled out and heard her gasp. The sound echoed off the walls as he turned her over.
“Now.” He flipped her over and pushed back inside her, feeling those tiny muscles close around him again. Pulling him in deeper.
“You’re changing the rules.” She groaned and her cheeks flushed with a pink glow as he pulled out then slid back in.
“I want to see you come.” And it wasn’t a lie. He loved to watch her mouth drop open and her breath escape, like a staccato note.
She put a hand on his chest, but didn’t push him away. No, she gathered his tee in her fist and tugged his upper body down to hers. Need exploded through him as he thrust inside her one last time. He came in a hard rush as he rubbed his finger over her. He kept going until she stiffened and an orgasm ripped through her.
It took another few minutes for their breathing to settle and their bodies to cool. His muscles had turned to mush, and it was torture to slip off her. He knew he should be careful of her clothes, but she’d wiped him out.
“Jasper.” Her voice sounded dreamy, almost breathy. “I wanted the sex-from-behind-with-a-stranger game.”
He hated to kill the mood so quickly. Hell, he was still inside her. But…“Well, I’m still waiting for an answer, so I guess neither of us is getting exactly what we wanted.”
The fact that she didn’t answer told him that she knew exactly what he was talking about. He lifted his head and stared her down.
She frowned at him. “You’re bringing this up now?”
Damn right, he was.
“Yes or no?”