His Five Favorite Lines: New XXX Excerpt

His Five Favorite Lines, the second short story in the Becca and Jordan saga, will be released from Breathless Press on May 20th. 

Story two is from Jordan's  point of view and follows his difficult journey to get Becca to his office. For those of you who've read Her Five Favorite Words, you know that Jordan left Becca with a dirty  proposition for some under the desk action. (:

May 20th is still a few weeks away but here is a new excerpt to whet your appetite......

"Tell me you don't want this," he whispered against her lips. She didn't have to answer; her eyes demanded more. Jordan leaned in for a kiss, this time deepening his actions. "Tell me you don't think about us going a second round." He grabbed the legs of the chair, pulling it closer so that her center was flush against his abdomen. Instinctively, she rubbed against him, heating his body with the fire that burned between her legs.

Her hands began to roam up and down his arms, over his chest, down his abdomen.

"Are you sure this is something you don't want to pursue?" he whispered.

She moaned. "We can't."

"Your eyes say yes." Jordan traced her bottom lip with his finger, then nipped at it with his lips. "Your hands say yes." He covered her hand as it rested on his chest. "I bet if I stuck my hand down your pants, your pussy would say yes too."

A small whimper escaped her mouth and she covered his lips with her own. He hated breaking their contact, especially when she had finally given in, but Jordan needed to bring his plan home.

"I know you're wet for me. I can smell you even with your pants on. So sweet."

Jordan rose and bent forward, his body hovering over hers as she sat in the chair. He eased her back, resting her body against the plastic, then trailed his forefinger down her neck, over her breasts, across her stomach, and finally settled between her legs.

Her breath hitched. He hadn't planned to bring her release—his intention to leave her begging for more with no choice but to return with him to his office—but she looked so close to tipping over the edge. He wanted to see her face as her body shook with pleasure just from the movement of a single finger.

He nuzzled her neck as his right hand cupped her mound. "I think you like what I'm doing."

She nodded. It looked as though she wanted to speak but couldn't get out the words.

"You like it, but you won't let me have you again."

"It's..." Her breath hitched with every movement of his fingers against her mound. They circled and rubbed over the thin fabric of her pants. "We shouldn't..."

He decided to call her bluff and play one of his own. "I should get you all worked up, then stop just as you're about to release."

Her eyes widened and she answered in short breaths, "Please don't stop."

He increased the speed of his fingers against her. Her clit swelled and pulsed beneath the fabric. Her kissed her neck, peppering light nips against her creamy skin. Her hairline glistened with sweat, her moans grew louder, and a growl vibrated in her throat.

"Are you ready to come for me?" he whispered in her ear.

She let her head fall back as she shivered. The urge to rip off her pants and plunge balls-deep into her hot, wet opening was overwhelming, but he rid himself of the thought and concentrated on her beautiful face.

"Jordan." Becca moaned his name over and over again, until she tensed. Her entire body rocked, one giant convulsion taking over as she embraced the waves of pleasure pulsing through her body. She responded to his touch so quickly, her orgasms so hard, it was a beautiful thing to behold.

He kissed her, soft and slow, and she melted against him, her body limp from her orgasm.

As much as he wanted to continue the action, part of his plan was to keep Becca on her toes, leave her wanting more. Hiding out in this closet for the rest of the day wasn't going to get her to his office any sooner. "We should get to work."

Becca groaned. He stood up and grabbed her drink and flowers. It took her a couple of seconds to regroup, but she finally stood and straightened her clothes, picked up her purse from the floor, and swung it over her shoulder.

When they emerged from their hidden spot, Becca stepped out into the hall with a dazed but oh so satisfied look on her face.

Jordan leaned on the frame of the door—confident in his plan of action—giving her his best I-want-to-fuck-you stare. The wanton look radiating in her eyes didn't help his own need for release he had been experiencing for almost two weeks.

He curved one finger toward her, motioning for her to step closer, and then he whispered, "If I can make you come with one hand, imagine what I can do with my whole body."

Her jaw dropped, but she remained composed. It was do-or-die time, and Jordan was pulling out all the stops. Cheesy pickup lines didn't seem to be working for him. Maybe she would respond to dirty.