Beck & Call by Emma Holly Page A

left shoulder.
    She gasped when he sucked it hard.
    “That’s allowed,” he told her, murmuring the taunt against her ear.
    Her eyes flashed, and he sensed he’d challenged her temper.
    “This is allowed too,” she said. Her nails scraped down under the back of his unzipped trousers, both hands running over and then squeezing his ass cheeks. For Mia, this was pretty bold, especially when she continued kneading him. Her thumbs were strong where they gripped the first inches of his cleft. Pleasurable feelings rippled into parts of him she probably wasn’t thinking too hard about. “You have a great butt, Jake. I’d really love watching it get spanked.”
    Okay, maybe he’d refrain from jumping to conclusions about the vanilla nature of her fantasies.
    He looked up to find Damien rubbing his smiling lower lip, obviously entertained by their repartee. He wondered if the billionaire honestly thought he’d give Jake the spanking.
    “Please continue,” Damien said, noting his attention. “I’m enjoying this.”
    His contribution emboldened Mia. “You hear that?” she said. “Damien wants to watch your ass get paddled too.”
    That was a possible interpretation, one Jake maybe should have thought of first. He hadn’t, though, and that unsettled him. Did he want their audience to take a more active role?
    Mia distracted him by dragging her hands forward around his hipbones. “I hope you don’t mind. I really want to touch this part of you again.”
    Sweat broke out anew on his skin. He wasn’t sure he was ready, but he didn’t get a say. This time Mia worked both hands into his cotton briefs, forming a tunnel for his cock with interlaced fingers and aligned thumbs. She rode her hold up him once and paused.
    Jake didn’t realize his eyes had squeezed shut until he had to open them to see why she’d stopped.
    Mia’s expression was hesitant. “I don’t want to give you a burn. I bet Damien has lube stashed around here somewhere.”
    Jake bet he did as well, but: “I prefer just your hands,” he said hoarsely. “I like a good firm tug better than a gliding stroke.”
    Mia cracked a grin. “Good to know.”
    He didn’t bother trying to recite baseball stats. He would have missed her pleasure in what she did. Hell, he would have missed his own.
    That grew stronger with every stroke she took.
    “Christ,” he said, his grip on the desk beginning to slide with sweat.
    She switched to fisting him with one hand and his head fell back on his neck. Her movement was freer, her grip chafing and tugging simultaneously. She concentrated on his shaft, leaving the crown alone, though naturally all that vigorous motion stimulated it as well. Jake tried to control his breathing, but it had grown ragged.
    “Too hard?” she asked breathlessly.
    He shook his head and spread his legs wider. “God, I want to hold you,” he burst out.
    He wanted to fuck her, to push her back on the desk and have his very thorough way with her. Mia must have sensed his frustration. She wrapped her free arm around his back, pulling her side snug against his front. Her weight leaned against his thigh. Because he couldn’t not, he turned that leg closer.
    Mia, he thought as his feelings rose. He wasn’t going to say her name aloud. He knew the sound would give his affection for her away. This had to stay a game.
    “Rub his crown,” Damien ordered quietly.
    Mia didn’t hesitate. Her fist shifted higher, her thumb crooking over the nerve-laden skin that stretched drum tight around his tip. He was wet from pre-come, which caused her thumb’s pad to slide. She tightened her fingers to compensate, suddenly jerking his cock hard and fast out from his abdomen. Her speed almost hurt, but the hurt was good.
    She was doing what he would have if he’d wanted to come quickly.
    He wasn’t going to come slow. The ache of near orgasm deepened and then reached flashpoint. Fire streaked up his penis—hot, sweet, and momentarily mind blanking. His lungs