Free Talk to Me by Cassandra Carr Page B

around him. His knees, which had taken a beating
    when he was playing, were kil ing him from holding both of them up, but he wasn't about to break contact with this magnificent woman. “Oh, baby,
    yes, that's it, come for me,” he cooed, and she moaned again. “I want to feel you coming al over my cock. Coat me, honey.” He had been trying to
    hold off his own orgasm until she came, resorting to reciting sports scores in his head, but it was next to impossible to maintain any sort of control
    around Jamie.
    She turned back toward the wal and pushed her ass out again. His cock slid even deeper into her, the sensation taking him by surprise, and his
    orgasm tore out of him in waves until he was final y spent. He grunted as he poured himself into the condom.
    When the pulsing of his dick final y stopped, he pul ed out of her and stumbled backward, tripping over his jeans, which had made it only to
    midthigh in his hurry to get inside her. Barely catching himself before he took an embarrassing fal , he clipped his hip on the table. Laughing in spite
    of the pain, he glanced up to find Jamie had deflated in front of him.
    “Are you laughing at me?” she mumbled.
    “No, definitely not, sweetheart,” he assured her, leaning in to give the back of her shoulder a quick nip with his teeth. “I'm laughing because I
    almost took a header. My jeans tripped me up, since I didn't even take them off in my hurry to bury my cock inside you. I came pretty hard too, so I'm
    feeling a little light-headed,” he admitted, grinning at her as she turned around. She reached down for her clothes, and he quickly disposed of the
    condom, thankful there was a smal box of tissues in the room. He could just imagine someone finding the condom if he didn't hide it wel enough.
    He shuddered at the thought.
    They didn't say much as they put themselves back to rights. He wanted her in his bed, there wasn't any question about that, but wasn't sure how
    to broach the subject. Usual y a simple “Come home with me” would suffice, but there was nothing about this situation that was usual. He never
    mixed business and pleasure—the women he fucked knew what he wanted, and if they were game, it was pretty much settled. He stared at Jamie
    as he contemplated his next move.
    When she refused to meet his gaze, he frowned. “Look at me, Jamie. Christ, we just fucked like rabbits, and you won't even look at me?” She
    raised her head and looked at him. He was taken aback when he saw a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. Did I hurt her? Did she regret what happened? Fuck. What have I done? I just pushed her against the wall and rammed her like she was some fifty-dollar-a-night call girl. I knew
    she wasn't that kind of girl, and I still did it. Real smooth, Drew. You lady-killer. She deserved better.
    He didn't want to hurt her feelings any more than he already had, and he definitely wanted her in his bed, but he had no clue what to do with a
    woman who was looking at him like that. He made it a rule to only screw women who were in it for the same reason he was—to get off. Jamie
    looked like a woman who wanted more—more than he was wil ing or able to give.
    Figuring he'd better say something quick, he was at a loss as to what to say. He felt like a total prick. And for some unfathomable reason, he
    couldn't stand the thought of her hating him for what he'd done. Sure, he wanted their working relationship to be pleasant, but it was more than that.
    He blew out a sigh, ran his hands through his hair, and said, “I'm sorry everything went down like this. When I saw you, I just couldn't control
    myself, but you deserve better. Hel , you deserve way better, but at the very least, a bed. I acted like an animal in heat.” He chuckled, but it sounded
    bitter even to his own ears. “Maybe that's why I got my nickname. You deserve better than me, but I'm a selfish bastard, and I want you again. If you'l
    give me another chance, I promise, I'l do a better job by