Revenge Sex by Jasmine Haynes

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table, back to the window overlooking the parking lot. With not a
flicker of movement about him, he stared at his desk as if he could
see Ruby on it. Jessica tried not to think about that. If she did,
she’d remember what she’d made Vince do to her this morning. “About
the CIP...” She trailed off. “Where’s your car? I didn’t see it out
there.”
    “I parked out back,” he said without glancing
in her direction.
    She’d been parked out back the other night.
Perhaps that’s why Ruby hadn’t known she was there either.
    “You should leave,” he said. “I’ve got work
to do.”
    His words were so blunt, they stung. “I’m
sorry,” she said. “I’ll get to work on this stuff.”
    Finally, he turned to her. “No. I mean you
should go home and finish it on Monday.”
    “But...”
    He rounded the conference table. “You work
too much. All this overtime isn’t necessary. Here so late on
Wednesday, now today.”
    He was referring to Ruby. If she hadn’t been
working late, she’d never have seen Ruby, then she wouldn’t have
told him, and he’d have had no need to exchange intimacies about
his private life.
    “You’re right,” she said softly. “I’m
sorry.”
    “Stop apologizing.” He was within a few steps
now.
    “I’m—” She stopped because another apology
was about to come out. “This is about Ruby, isn’t it?”
    He said nothing.
    “I know it wasn’t my business,” she started
to explain.
    “It’s not about Ruby. It’s about you.”
    She stopped, swallowed. “What?”
    He was between her and the door now, so close
she could feel the heat of his body scorching hers.
    “This is about you,” he said again, then
dropped his voice to a mere whisper. “And what you were doing this
morning before you got here.”
    She’d been having sex. Suddenly she couldn’t
breathe.
    His features were harsh and unyielding. “You
either need to get the fuck out of here right now”—yet his tone was
low and seductive—“or tell me what you were doing.”
    She thought of the things he liked. Another
man’s scent on his woman. Another man’s taste on her lips.
    He’d told her to go; she still had a chance.
She could pretend she hadn’t been doing anything this morning, lie
and say she’d gone for her run. She could even pretend she didn’t
know what he was asking for. Or she could simply walk out.
    She did none of those things. She gave him
the truth. “I was fucking.” Something blazed in his eyes. She told
him the rest. “And I imagined he was you.”
     
    * * * * *
     
    She was the fire in his belly. Fuck, he knew
it was wrong, but he didn’t care. He wanted to hear every dirty
detail of what she’d done while thinking of him.
    “Who is he?”
    She didn’t smile, didn’t pretend coy. She was
without all Ruby’s wiles. “My fuck buddy,” she said.
    His cock surged in jeans. “How often do you
see him?”
    Her eyes were a crystalline blue, her gaze
never wavering. “Whenever I’ve been thinking about sex with you and
need some relief.”
    It wasn’t ego. It wasn’t merely sex either.
It was that she made the sex about him, about them, with nothing
more than words. And it was the surge of emotion—maybe jealousy, he
couldn’t be sure—that she had a fuck buddy, a man she turned to
just for sex, a man she used to get hi m out of her system. It made
everything all that much hotter. “What did he do to you?”
    “I made him take me into his office and bend
me over the desk.”
    His head whirled with the images her story
evoked. And with her scent. The moment he’d bumped into her in the
hallway, her sexual perfume began to fog his mind. He smelled the
sex on her, not just her musk, but the man’s as well, the salty
odor of come on her lips, rising off her body.
    He’d tried to tell her to go. He knew he was
in danger of losing it. Ruby with Bradley the asswipe, Jessica’s
scent, the way she’d become completely sexualized in his mind
yesterday afternoon