A hot deal

Jane held her breath the moment she felt Fredrick pull his face closer to hers. She didn't like him—in fact, she despised him—so the mere thought of his lips on hers felt disgusting and repulsive. But what choice did she have? She needed his help, and this was the price she had to pay.

"Release your breath before you suffocate. Try to enjoy me, even though I know you won't," Fredrick said, his voice laced with amusement. His eyes locked onto hers as he tilted his head, already leaning in for a kiss.

At his words, Jane's eyes flew open, only to find his face mere inches from hers. His intense gaze bore into her before slowly drifting downward, settling on her lips. Without hesitation or warning, he crushed his mouth against hers.

A wave of revulsion surged through Jane. Instinctively, she tried to recoil, but Fredrick's grip tightened, pulling her even closer. Trapped, she had no choice but to relent, forcing herself to relax against him.

Fredrick smirked, noticing that she had stopped resisting. She was desperate—so desperate that she was willing to endure this. And he? He was going to use that desperation to his advantage. Deep down, he doubted he could truly help her, but that didn't matter. He would still take full advantage of her ignorance.

Jane remained motionless, refusing to reciprocate. She let Fredrick do all the work, her body stiff, her lips unyielding.

Fredrick abruptly pulled back, his expression darkening with irritation. "You can't just stand there like a lifeless doll," he muttered, his voice edged with frustration. "Even if you don't want me, at least try to pretend. If you can't, then leave."

"You can't blame me. I'm already trying my best not to push you away, and now you're asking for more," Jane complained, her voice laced with frustration.

Fredrick abruptly pulled away from her. "You know what? Just leave. This won't work," he snapped, his tone sharp with irritation. He yanked his chair back and began rearranging the papers on his desk, his movements stiff and deliberate.

"You can take yourself off my table, Miss Jane," he added coldly, not bothering to look up.

Startled by his anger, Jane quickly lifted herself off his desk. She could see the fury building in his expression, and she knew pressing him further wouldn't work in her favor.

Fredrick, despite his harsh words, feared she would actually leave. He needed her to stay, but he couldn't show it. Instead, he relied on the hope that she would recognize where the real power lay. She wasn't the one in control—he was. She needed him, not the other way around.

Forcing himself to focus back on his work, he pretended not to care, hoping she would reconsider. He was lost in thought when he sensed movement. His heart clenched with disappointment—was she really leaving? He was just about to call her back when he suddenly felt her slender hands rest gently on his shoulders.

"You shouldn't get upset with me that quickly—at least for old times' sake," she murmured, her voice calm yet coaxing. She slowly turned his chair to face her, her eyes meeting his. "I'll give in. Just be gentle with me. I trust you can help me with Ford… so let me help you too."

Fredrick smirked, his eyes darkening with desire. Without hesitation, he pulled Jane toward him, positioning her so that one leg rested on each side of his chair, straddling him. His grip was firm yet deliberate as he whispered, "Please me, baby." Without giving her a chance to respond, he captured her lips, his tongue parting them with practiced ease.

Jane tensed for a brief moment, instinctively flinching at the sudden intensity, but she quickly melted into him. With time, her reluctance faded, and she responded to his kiss, deepening it. Their tongues intertwined, moving in a rhythm that sent heat coursing through her. Fredrick sucked gently on her lower lip, drawing a soft moan from her. Overwhelmed by the growing sensation, Jane pulled away slightly, gasping for breath.

"Not so fast, baby girl," Fredrick murmured, his voice husky with need. He guided her back to him, reclaiming her lips with even more urgency. As their kiss deepened, his hands trailed upward, slipping beneath her top. His fingers moved with a slow, deliberate intent, exploring the warmth of her skin.

Jane hissed softly at the sensation but didn't pull away. A new kind of warmth spread through her—one she hadn't expected. She was beginning to enjoy the feel of his hands on her.

Fredrick found what he was searching for, cupping her breast in his palm and groaning at the sensation. His thumb moved in slow, circular motions over her sensitive skin, teasing and exploring. Breaking the kiss, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear.

Jane let out another breathy moan, her body betraying her resolve. She couldn't believe the effect he was having on her.

Fredrick's tongue flicked against the shell of her ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down her spine. Meanwhile, his hands continued their slow, purposeful exploration, his touch igniting something deep within her.

Jane could feel the hardness pressing against her, right between her thighs. It was Fredrick—he was aroused.

"I want you right now," he whispered into her ear, his voice thick with need.

Without hesitation, he unhooked her bra, lifting her top over her head. He was surprised that Jane didn't resist, didn't protest—she simply let him take the lead. Watching her closely, he noticed the way her body responded to his touch, the subtle rise and fall of her chest, the way her lips parted ever so slightly. She was enjoying this just as much as he was.

A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face as he leaned in, capturing her lips in another deep kiss before trailing his mouth downward. Her bare breasts were now fully exposed to him, and he took a moment to admire them before lifting her onto the table.

Lowering his head, he captured one of her nipples between his lips, flicking his tongue over the sensitive peak. Jane moaned softly, her eyes fluttering shut as waves of pleasure coursed through her. Fredrick's smile deepened at her reaction. He circled her nipple with his tongue before taking it fully into his mouth, sucking gently.

Jane's fingers threaded through his hair, gripping tightly as pleasure overtook her. The way she held onto him only fueled his desire further. He could feel the unbearable strain against his pants, his body aching for her.

Greedy for more, he continued his ministrations, alternating between licking and sucking her breasts until he was fully satisfied. Then, without hesitation, he reached for the waistband of her skirt and swiftly pulled it down.

Jane shifted slightly, her lips parting as if she wanted to say something, but before she could, Fredrick silenced her with another heated kiss. His hands roamed her thighs, rubbing gently at first, then sliding further inward, inching closer to her core.

As soon as his fingers neared her center, Jane's hand shot down, firmly grasping his wrist. Pulling her lips away from his, she whispered, "Please… wait." Her voice was breathless, uncertain.

Fredrick exhaled sharply, his frustration evident. His chest rose and fell heavily as he fought against his own impatience. "Don't stop me now," he murmured, his tone edged with desperation. "I'm already up, and I need you."

Before she could respond, he shifted her underwear to the side and pressed his fingers against her center, determined to have her.

Jane gasped, a mixture of shock and pleasure coursing through her at his touch. Instinctively, she tried to push his hand away, but her resistance was weak, her body betraying her. Finally, she gave in.

Fredrick smirked, his fingers skillfully circling her clitoris. "Fuck, baby, you're dripping for me," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. Without warning, he gripped her waist and pulled her closer to the edge of the table.

"Let me pleasure you more," he whispered before lowering himself between her thighs.

Jane's head fell back, her eyes rolling shut as a wave of pleasure overtook her. "Yes, baby… please don't stop," she moaned breathlessly.

Hearing her call him baby sent a thrill through him, fueling his need for her even more. He tasted her, savoring every reaction, every twitch of her body. His fingers moved in sync with his mouth, working her into a frenzy. She responded instinctively, her hips rolling against his face, chasing the sensation.

After a moment, he pulled away and stood, capturing her lips in a deep kiss, letting her taste herself on him. He pressed his forehead against hers, his voice low and demanding.

"Say you want me," he urged, his eyes searching hers.