Her New Boss: A Rouge Erotic Romance by Michelle M. Pillow Page B

and my dick is always hard. And then you start talking about cooking and you get that little excited light in your eyes. It drives me insane, it’s so fucking sexy and I can’t help hoping you’ll get that same light when you kiss me and let me fuck you.’
    Zoe didn’t know what to think of the admission. Jackson shoved deep, growling loudly behind her. Her breasts rubbed the worktable and her nipples ached for better stimulation. His finger stayed on her clit, pressing down hard. Grunting, he pumped his hips, increasing his speed until he plunged in and out at a furious pace.
    ‘Ah! Shit,’ he swore, breathing raggedly. ‘Damn it, you feel so good! You should see this, your body taking me in, my cock glistening each time I pull out.’
    Zoe made a weak noise, helpless to do anything as he controlled the whole situation. She couldn’t gain leverage to thrust back, so instead she let him ride her. The tension built and she came, her muscles contracting violently as he continued his frantic pace. His hand didn’t let up on her clit as he forced her orgasm to draw out.
    ‘Fuck! Fuck!’ he cried, almost desperately. He jabbed forward, harder. ‘You are so fucking sexy like this. I want to take you home and tie you up so I can do this whenever I want.’
    Suddenly he tensed, finally coming. His grip on her tightened and he jerked his release. Gradually he pulled out, releasing his hold. Her body weak, Zoe pushed up from the table, unable to believe what had happened between them. His passionate words spun in her head, making her dizzy. No one had ever said such things to her before.
    ‘Wow,’ he said under his breath. ‘I must have had more to drink than I realized. My brother is getting married and we were out celebrating.’
    Zoe pulled her pants up and adjusted her tank top. Disappointment filled her as she realized everything he had said was just drunken sex talk. He hadn’t actually meant any of it. The words were a heat-of-the-moment thing. She told herself not to dwell on it. It wasn’t as if he had declared love for her. Affairs strictly of the flesh were new to her and she needed to remember these things didn’t work the same way relationships did.
    The smell of burning food broke into her thoughts and she gasped, rushing to the stove. The trout was ruined and she took it off the heat, pushing it aside. Jackson’s arms wrapped around her and he kissed her neck.
    ‘Leave it until tomorrow.’ His lips brushed her ear and he bit her lightly. ‘I want you to come and stay with me tonight.’
    The tension crept its way back into her limbs and she shook her head in denial. ‘I can’t. I have to be here early. The meatloaf isn’t going to make itself. Sheryl made a point of laying the old chef’s recipe out so I wouldn’t mess it up.’ Jackson laughed, his breath tickling her neck. Zoe artfully wriggled out of his embrace. ‘I should lock up.’
    ‘All right.’ The slow words made her glance at him. Jackson frowned, his gaze piercing her as if trying to read her thoughts.
    The lights in the main lobby were already turned off, so she picked up her chef jacket and the keys off the back desk. ‘Good nigh –’
    ‘I’ll see you home,’ Jackson interrupted.
    Her desire to run away from him was only slightly outdone by her relief not to be out walking alone in the strange small town. The city streets didn’t worry her. She was used to them, but being alone in these darkly lit, abandoned streets, so close to the woods? The thought made her tremble in fear.
    ‘Thank you. I appreciate that. I’m not used to the quiet. Even the air feels … less charged.’ Zoe didn’t like leaving a mess behind, but she didn’t want to stick around to clean it up either. Jackson grabbed the trash bag and Zoe held open the back door for him. Locking it, she waited for him to throw the trash in the dumpster.
    There was no fast way to the front of the building, so they walked down the gravel alley. Moonlight guided