I needed to be full of him, to seal our arrangement.
“Please, Jack,” I whispered.
His smirk almost landed him a smack clear across the face. “I knew you’d beg.”
“I could walk away right now,” I said with a raised brow, bracing my hands back against the counter. My wrist dug into the faucet and I didn’t even care.
Jack dipped his head to pluck one of the nightie’s straps with his teeth, then lavishing my breast with his tongue. “You and I both know that’s a lie, Mara. You can’t live another second without me.”
My brows creased because it was more than teasing. This was more than a game. And he needed to know I was taking him seriously.
“Maybe I don’t want to live without you.”
Jack’s eyes softened, and in that moment, I knew I had him. The dominos started to fall. If it had truly been a game, I’d have been thrilled I won. But it wasn’t a game, and I was being honest. The thought of a life without Jack in it had become unfathomable.
I didn’t want the win. I wanted my prize.
Him.
I pumped my hand along his length and lined him up, waiting for his nod as I wrapped my leg around his hip.
“Take it, Mara. It’s yours.”
My mouth dropped open when he stretched me, both of us looking equally shocked. Normally, I’d be working on dominating him, but this time, I didn’t care. I could be raw with him, even if it was just this once. We could put the jokes and power play aside. We could just be us, two people joined in marriage.
Jack’s voice was so low and husky I could almost feel the grate my own vocal cords would have to go through to produce that sound. “How does it feel?”
“So good.” His forehead dropped to mine and I ensnared his mouth again, then breathing with him. “It’s perfect.”
His hands were gentle on my hips, one helping to hold up my leg around his hip. Jack picked up a slow rhythm, watching my face like it held the secrets of the universe.
“Harder, Jack.”
He huffed a laugh against my neck. “I don’t want to hurt you, baby. What if I mess up your back?”
“Let me worry about that,” I said, grabbing his ass and slamming him into me. “Fuck me. Hard.”
I reared back on my sacrum, letting it press into the counter with the backs of my thighs resting on his torso.
“Fuuuuuck,” he breathed as we adjusted to the new angle. He dropped a hand to clutch my breast. “You’re so beautiful in this. I knew you would be.”
“Pick it out yourself?” I asked through panted breaths.
“Just for you, sweetheart.” With a new rush of slickness, he took on a relentless rhythm, egged on by our discussion. Maybe I wasn’t so wrong about the gift-giving kink. I didn’t really have to worry about dominating him. Jack was already forever at my mercy.
Right where I wanted him.
I curled my legs back around his hips and put my hand out for him to pull me close again. Instead of yanking me up by my hand, his hands slipped under my back, giving me full support as he sat me up.
“Don’t want you to black out,” he rasped into my ear, “unless it’s from coming too hard.”
“You’d better work for it, then,” I said, lifting my ass off the counter for a moment to position myself better. He dropped hishand between us, flattening his palm against my stomach so his bunched fingers could work my clit. “Good boy.”
He guffawed, like the phrase was ridiculous.
“You not like it when I tell you how good you are?”
“I didn’t say that,” he grunted, sweat beading on his brow.
