He pauses in his movements, head rearing back. “Six months?”
“I’ve been busy,” I lie, grinding against him, already feeling those curls of pleasure crawling up and surrounding me.
“Hmm,” he murmurs.
My impatience begins to boil over. “Jace?”
“Hmm?”
“Am I going to need to find someone else?”
The question is barely out of my mouth before he stands up, and for one horrible second, I think he’s going to tell me to get on with that finding someone else.
But then he walks over to the desk and I hear a softscreechas he opens a drawer.
Frowning, I push up to sitting.
Then I see it.
And I grin.
“Well?” he asks.
“What?” I reply, eyebrows dragging together.
“You going to put it to good use?”
“The condom you just pulled out or the erection tenting your pants?”
He tugs off his shirt, tosses it to the side. “Both, cookie.” Then he shoves down his pants.
Heat rips through me because…
Sweet Christ.
His dick is magnificent.
Big and thick, the tip glistening with precum.
I want to drop to my knees and suck it deep. I want to wrap my hands around him and stroke until he comes apart for me. I want?—
He tears open the condom wrapper, rolls it down the hard length of his cock.
Then sits down in his desk chair.
“Come here, gorgeous,” he orders softly.
I melt, seriously melt, and it takes everything in me to push up to my feet, to not allow my knees to collapse as I walk over to him.
He’s magnificent, that muscular chest, his flat abs, his strong thighs…his big dick.
“Underwear off,” he rumbles when I come close, when I start to lift one leg.
Right.
I need to be naked too for this to work.
A push has them sailing to the floor.
