Troping Through the Snow by Alexa Riley

CHAPTER 11





TINSEL





This was not part of the plan. I came here to put Jack in his place, but now I’m letting him manhandle me, and damn do I love it. For so freaking long I’ve wanted his attention, and the only time I could get it was when I poked at him, and then he’d give it right back.

It might have been me that instigated a lot of the things that happened between us, but he always gave as good as he got. Still, it doesn’t negate the fact that if he was really into me all these years, why did he never do anything about it? That shit burns.

All those thoughts fade from my mind when Jack closes the door to his office and the sound of the lock clicking echoes in the room. I’m sure everyone saw him practically dragging me out of the party. If people weren't talking already, they will be now. I kind of hope they do. I’d overheard a few of the women that are guests at the resort talking about Jack and hoping that he was going to show up for the cocktail mixer. He did, but then they got to see him all over me.

I glance around his office and take in the space. It’s cozy with a fireplace that has two chairs sitting in front of it, and there’s also a couch against another wall. His desk is in front of a window that has a gorgeous view of the mountain and his home.

“Now what?” I try to jerk my elbow free from his hold, but it’s pointless. He’s not letting go of me now, and I’m not sure if that should scare or excite me.

If it was so easy for him to stay away from me for so long, it could be easy for him to walk away now too. I know I can be a bit much at times, but I’m not going to change.

“Now you’re going to strip for me.” He pulls his tie free as he walks over to the couch and takes a seat.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m not fond of repeating myself, love.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“I’ll call you whatever the hell I want to. Now remove that damn dress, or I’ll do it for you. I’ve stripped you before, and I’ll do it again.”

Damn it, why is that so hot? I hate how much I’m into him bossing me around, because it wreaks havoc on all my emotions. Why does wanting this make me feel weak? Am I giving in too easily?

“If you want it off, you’ll do it yourself,” I challenge, trying to hold some ground.

For years, he’s been a jerk to me, and now he thinks I’ll strip at his demand? Okay, I might, but I can’t actually get the corset dress off on my own. Not that he needs to know that.

I turn around, giving him my back, and I’m ready for whatever kind of standoff we’re about to have. Jack surprises me by coming up behind me instantly and unhooking the clasps of the corset dress until it hits the floor. Now I’m standing here completely naked. With the corset top I didn’t need a bra, and since thongs have never been my thing, I decided to go without underwear altogether.

“Why are you doing this to me?” He scrapes his teeth up the column of my neck, and I let out a small gasp. He latches on to my neck, then I feel him sucking hard on one spot.

I push my ass back into him because I’m desperate for his hands, but the only part of him that’s touching me is his mouth. I want to demand he grab me, but I won’t allow myself to beg. He releases my neck, then places a soft kiss on the spot he just attacked. Then slowly, Jack bends down and picks up my dress before draping it across his desk.

“It’s mine now.”

“So I’m going to walk out of here naked?”

“You’ll be lucky if you can walk at all when I’m done with you.” Slowly, I turn to face him.

“Tinsel,” he groans, stepping back to get a full view of me.

“Are you just going to stare or is there a reason you brought me into your office?” I raise my chin defiantly.

“You really don’t know when to quit, do you? You have no idea what I want to do to you.”

“Why don’t you tell me, Jack?”

A smirk pulls at his lips as he shakes his head. “If I told you, then you really would arrest me.” He steps closer, and I can feel the heat pouring off of him. “Now for once be a good girl and take my cock out.”

My hands move before I can try and stop myself. I’m greedy for it, and as mad as I am at him, I know what he can do to my body, and I want more of it. After he left my place yesterday, I’d tried to get myself off, but I couldn’t get there. One orgasm from Jack and he ruined me. I yank his belt free before opening the button of his slacks just enough to pull his cock out.

“Knees,” he orders. “You brought this on yourself when you showed up here dressed that way.”

As if he’s somehow in control of my body, I fall to my knees. He still hasn’t touched me, and it’s driving me insane. My whole body throbs for his touch as he gives me orders on what to do next.

“Take me in your hand and open your mouth.”

I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and for a moment I just feel his hard length, tight and hot. I part my lips and finally he touches me by gripping my hair in a tight hold.

“You don’t move an inch. All you do is suck and nothing more.” I nod my head. “That’s my good girl.”

A whimper leaves me at his praise, and my breasts feel heavy as desire soaks my thighs. My clit is throbbing in time with my heart, and she’s begging for any kind of attention. It’s almost painful.