Free Corporate Fire: Corporate Romance Book 1 by Evelyn Aster Page B

bottle he'd found, but stopped walking and talking when he saw her and said, “What's up? I'll get you anything you need.”
    He looked perfect in his sincerity. All hint of annoyance from earlier was gone.
    She couldn't get her words out. She'd never offered before, though she'd done it a few times when a man had gotten beyond date ten point five with her and asked for it.
    “What's wrong?” he asked when she didn't say anything.
    Grace cleared her throat and jutted out her chin. “The relationship is off balance.”
    What seemed like an obvious statement to her, made him squint and say, “Off balance? What are you talking about?”
    She hid her nerves behind her matter of fact tone. “Our physical relationship. You made me feel amazing. I want to give you oral sex and hopefully make you feel amazing as well.”
    Royce gaped. She squeezed the bedspread in her hands while she waited for his reply—worried he'd decide she was too nuts to pursue any further.
    He set the bottle of pills and a glass of water on the nightstand and swung his leg behind her and out next to her bad one as he sat down on the bed between her and the headboard. When he wrapped his arms around her and pressed his chest against her back, he caused a quiver of delight throughout her body. “Grace,” he whispered in her ear, “we agreed we weren't making love tonight.”
    She placed her arms over his and said, “I'm not talking about making love.”
    His lips were on her ear, heightening the intimacy between them. “You don't owe me anything, and I would hate to take that from you as some sort of tit for tat.”
    “It's more than that.” These things were so fucking hard to explain, especially since he was nuzzling her neck now. “In that moment when I—climaxed, I felt vulnerable and free all at the same time. I need to know that you can let your guard down and be completely uninhibited like I was.”
    He continued to kiss her neck down to her shoulder. “What about your leg?”
    Her stomach lurched. Was he saying yes? She wanted him to, but all the techniques she'd read about fled her mind. “My leg's not bad. I'm too distracted by what I want to share with you to notice it much.”
    He hugged her and moaned. “It's only our second date.” He grazed his fingertips up her arm and hooked one under the strap of her camisole. His other arm held her tighter, and she could feel his cock turgid against the small of her back.
    Grace leaned her head against his shoulder. They should have intercourse, but they'd already agreed to save that. “I had no specific rule about--”
    “Blow jobs?”
    “Right,” was the only word she could get out as her body soaked in the pleasure of his attentions.
    “If you do that to me, we're done with your rules. We'll navigate this relationship together.” His finger pulled down the strap of her shirt before he slipped his hand underneath the material and cupped her breast.
    Freedom. How strange that she was relieved about losing the control the rules gave her. Navigate together. She wanted that. She wanted to be a couple with Royce—a real couple. Grace placed her hand over the one that held her breast and pressed down. “Is that a yes, then?”
    “Yes,” he whispered in her ear before gently biting her lobe. In one swift move, he lifted her shirt over her head and off her arms, tossing it aside. His hands massaged her breasts, making her press against his chest. He kissed her behind her ear and down her neck, pausing to suck gently. One of his hands slid down and underneath her shorts. She caught her breath and tensed her body.
    He whispered, “Come for me again, Grace.”
    “But then--”
    “No. We're not playing even-Steven.” His finger pressed below her hair, gliding easily over her moist folds. She gave a gasp, torn between wanting to come again and wanting to give him pleasure.
    He said, “Besides, you have the upper hand in this relationship. I will always be trying to make up for the