“Come for me, angel.”
His thumb rubbed tight circles around my clit.
“Jared,” I whined, rocking my hips against his hand.
“Louder, Ness. I want every person in town to hear you scream my name.”
If you insist.I wasn’t usually one to follow orders, but I would make an exception for him. My head lolled back when my climax crested, washing over me like a tidal wave, and still his ministrations didn’t cease. Jared worked me through my orgasm, gently fingering me until a second, smaller peak ripped down my spine.
Fuck, the way this man turned my bones to putty.
His hot gaze watched me as I came down from my orgasm, a mix of awe and reverence.
“That was—”
“A good start,” he finished for me. “I’ve been a good boy, angel, and good boys deserve a reward, don’t you think?”
I nodded, still trying to catch my breath. He pressed a quick kiss to my bruised breast before tucking it back into my top.
“Tonight, you’re my prize.”
It only took a few minutes to make it back to my house, just long enough for me to straighten out my dress and hair. Not that it mattered. It was more than obvious what we had been doing in the back of the limo.
By the time we made it inside the house, Jared had already removed his suit jacket and tie. He lost his shirt and belt halfway up the stairs to my room. It took both of us to undo the buttons lining the back of my dress. Jared peppered kisses down my spine after each one.
When I finally stepped out of it, his ocean-blue eyes flared. “Fuck, look at you.”
His hands coasted up my thighs. The feel of his rough, calloused fingers against my soft skin was enough to make me shiver.
“Are you cold?”
I bit my lip and shook my head.
He hooked his fingers through the sides of my panties and looked up at me, gauging my face for any sign of distress or fear. He wouldn’t find it.
“Just so you know, we get tested regularly for the team and I haven’t been with anybody since last December.”
I blinked back my surprise. “That’s—”
“I haven’t wanted anybody else since I met you, Nessa.”
I swallowed past the lump in my throat. How did he always know the right thing to say? Even during the most vulnerable of moments, Jared had a certain ease about him, one that I still hadn’t perfected at thirty-four.
“I was tested after my breakup earlier this year,” I told him. “And I had a tubal ligation a few years ago, so I can’t get pregnant.”
“Okay.”
“But I still want you to wear a condom because . . . gross.”
He threw his head back and laughed. “Whatever you want, angel. I’m serious. You can ride my dick until the sun comes up or lie back and let me eat this pretty pussy.Orwe can order a pizza and watch more horror movies, so long as you protect me from the monsters.”
His hands coasted beneath my scrap of panties and over my bare ass. “I don’t care, so long as we’re together.”
Consequences be damned, at least for now. There would be plenty of time for overthinking tomorrow, but tonight, I wanted Jared Pink to rearrange my insides.
“I want you inside me.”
That was all the invitation he needed to work my panties down my legs. My corset came next, followed by his pants and, finally, his underwear. My eyes widened when I finally got a close-up introduction to the thickest cock I had ever seen. Or laid hands on, and yes, I did meanhandsbecause Jared was a two-hander.
