Free Fair Game by Jasmine Haynes Page A

semen she’d licked and sucked from her fingers.
    His cock had surged once again when she’d done that. Here was a woman so sensual, so tantalizing beneath the tough business facade. He would have more of her, here, now, later, often.
    “Your turn,” he whispered. Then stepped into his pants and zipped. His feet and chest remained bare, and she seemed mesmerized by his nipples.
    “My turn for what?” Her eyes were slightly unfocused, as if she were still in the moment when his cock was in her hand, when she had total control of him.
    “Your turn to model lingerie for me.” He had a little payback in mind. His own orgasm had been too incredible to let it go at that.
    “But you were supposed to model for me.”
    “Which I did.” He grabbed his dress shirt, pulled it on, but didn’t button it yet.
    She hung the panties and corset on the hooks. “I didn’t intend to try anything on. All these things were just window dressing.”
    “Not in my mind. I want to see you in them. Now take off your jacket.” He flicked the one fastened button at her midriff.
    Then he did up his own shirt.
    She stood still, watching, until he unzipped again to tuck in the tails. Then, belt buckled, he raised an eyebrow and fluttered his hand. Finally, he put her fingers to the one button. “Do it.”
    Josie swallowed. She had a beautiful throat, long, slender, a pulse beating. Undoing the jacket, she pushed it aside. Her nipples beaded against the white blouse. He’d yet to see her naked. Even yesterday while she masturbated, he hadn’t glimpsed her sweet pussy.
    He slung his tie around his neck, then sat to put on his socks and shoes. “Josie.” Just her name.
    She pursed her lips. “Whatever.”
    Yanking off the jacket, she hung it on the hook beside his. Her tight nipples told the real story, and her scent permeated the cubicle. Hot, wet woman. She wanted this. She just didn’t want him to know how much.
    His shoes done, he leaned back in the chair, toying idly with the end of his tie.
    She pulled her blouse from her slacks with little artfulness and slipped the buttons loose, then went to the cuffs and undid those. With fast movements, she had the blouse off and on a hook, revealing her white, unpadded cotton bra with a pink flower in the center between the cups. When she reached behind to unsnap it, her small breasts thrust high, nipples stark against the white. Kyle felt yet another surge in his pants. If he wasn’t careful, he’d need relief all over again, when right now he wanted to concentrate solely on her.
    “At least try to be sexy,” he drawled.
    Something flared in her gaze. “I am sexy.”
    She sure as hell was, sexy and delicious, but she wasn’t about to give up an inch of her power if she could help it. Power to her was making him the one out of control. She’d wanted him to wear her underwear simply to see if he would. To gauge how far she could push him, how much he was willing to do to have her. Wearing panties under his clothing wasn’t his usual fare and didn’t do anything for him sexually, but neither did it challenge his manhood. He’d done it solely to let her think she could lead him around by his cock.
    She’d learn he liked the lead equally as much as she did.
    She shimmied the straps down her arms, then let the garment drop to the carpet. “I am sexy,” she whispered this time, running her hands up her smooth abdomen to cup her breasts.
    She plumped them in her hands, then pinched her nipples, making the tiniest, sexiest little sound of pleasure. Her chin down, she looked at him through her lashes, searching for his reaction. He gave her none, yet he was dying to stroke himself. He sat, legs spread, hands on the arms of the chair, and simply said, “More.”
    The more was up to her. He didn’t care what it was. She grabbed the silver bustier, his first choice. Wrapping it around her body, it fit snugly with each hook and eye she fastened until her breasts swelled above the tight top.