Crawling up his body, I circle his dick with my fingers and lower myself onto it, just the tiniest bit. He watches, and the only thing that shows he isn’t as relaxed as he’d like to appear is the way his eyes track my every movement, and his jaw tightens. When I slide him inside me another inch, his hips reflexively tilt up, and I lift off him.
Yeah, I’m as good at playing games as you.
I ease myself onto him again, until his thick head is inside me, and circle my hips. Then, before he can do anything about it, I pull away. I continue the torture, taking a little more of him each time until his abs are quivering with restraint and, finally, I’m fully seated on him. I begin to move and he snaps, losing all hint of the laid-back role he’s been playing. He grips my hips and slams me down onto him. I love the slapping sound of our skin.
“Was that fun for you?” he asks. “You like driving me out of my fucking mind?”
Before I can answer, one of his arms curves around my lower back and he tugs me even closer, claiming my mouth in a kiss that’s hot and carnal and wild. I’m amazed at how in sync our bodies are. When I press down, he thrusts up, and we keep pace with each other, him muttering filthy encouragements under his breath, then groaning when I mix it up and corkscrew onto him. I moan as he touches a place deep within me that I never knew existed.
“Oh, God,” I cry, and he kisses my neck, licks the bottom of my earlobe, then takes it between his teeth.
“You’re so beautiful,” he tells me. “So amazing and fiery and goddamn perfect.”
Something inside me thaws. Something I’d never planned on giving Jase Rawlins access to, and I realize, as the most wonderful sense of rightness sings in my veins, that if I’m not careful, he could steal my heart.
Then his tongue is in my mouth, and we’re breathing as one, moving as one. Up and up, carrying each other higher, until blackness flickers behind my eyelids and we crash over the pinnacle of pleasure together. I hear a voice, and realize I’m chanting his name. He thrusts once more, curses, and goes limp beneath me, his arms holding me so tight I can hardly breathe.
Wow.
Now that’s what it’s all about. That’s what it’s like to be with a man who cares about mutual satisfaction. Completely spectacular.
The sweat cools on my skin, and I wonder if I should get off him. What’s the etiquette after you’ve finished having your way with a guy like Jase? He probably doesn’t want me flopping on top of him like so much dead weight. Shifting position, I try to move, but he won’t let me go.
“Just another minute,” he murmurs, and I submit, resting my chin awkwardly on his shoulder. A smile steals over my face. Is he catching his breath, or is the big bad MMA fighter actually snuggling me? After his allotted minute, he lets me go, and I hop off, grab my blouse and yank it over my head.
“Hold up,” he says, as he disposes of the condom. “I was enjoying the view.”
So. Am. I.
Although his cock is droopy, it shows signs of recovering, and he’s just standing in my doorway looking like an advertisement for invisible Calvin Kleins.
“Shirt off, and back on the bed,” he orders.
I consider arguing, but I’m not the type to bite off my nose to spite my face, so I whip the blouse off and lie on the bed. Jase whistles and eyes me appreciatively, then stretches alongside me. Slipping an arm beneath my waist, he draws me to his side. I rest my cheek on his chest, and it’s official. We’re cuddling. He threads the fingers of his free hand through mine, and turns to nuzzle the crook of my shoulder. It frightens me how much I like it. Being held by him is second only to feeling his stiff length inside me. He’s such a warm person, more so than I’d ever imagined, and I’m shocked how protective I feel over him. It’s laughable, considering he’s physically far more capable of defending himself than I am, but who protects him from emotional harm?
Me.That’s who. From now on, it’s my job to keep the generous man hiding inside this tattooed, muscular exterior safe from anyone who might threaten him. But before I go announcing that to the world, I need to know I’msafe with him.
“Hey, Jase,” I say tentatively. “We can just keep this between ourselves, right? It’s kind of frowned upon at work to bang the clients.”
He drops a tender kiss on the side of my neck. “Sure thing, baby. It’s our secret.”
12
Jase
Two days later, I wake after a vivid dream during which I somehow coaxed five orgasms from Lena like the sex machine I am, and she rewarded me with the mother of all blow jobs. My thighs are shaking, dick spreading goo all over the sheets. Since the bedding is clearly a loss, I finish myself off with a couple of tugs, then put the sheets in the wash and have a shower. My cleaner comes a couple of times a week, but there’s no way mopping up jizz is in her job description.
Once I’m clean and dry, I wrap a towel around my waist and check my phone. Then I blink in astonishment. Fifteen missed calls? The only time this has ever happened was after I dumped Erin. I check the numbers, but they’re all different. Cautiously, I play the first voicemail. It’s Nick.
“Jase, my man. That publicist we hired is pure gold. People have been ringing for you nonstop since her article came out last night, and ninety percent of the calls are positive. You owe her a bonus and you should also consider getting on your knees and kissing her toes. Seriously, have you read it? Give me a call.”
The second message is from Devon, and it’s along the same lines. Apparently, Lena is a genius and I should worship at her altar. I grin because it crosses my mind that I already have, and I wouldn’t mind doing so again. Perhaps she’ll have time to see me tonight. She was too busy yesterday, working on her article and then revising it after I made some suggestions.
I listen to another thirteen messages, including three invitations to hook up from women I’ve never met. I delete those. The only woman I want to be with right now is the one responsible for the rapid change in my fortunes. Strolling over to open the curtains and let the sun in, I dial Lena’s number.
“You’re fucking fantastic,” I say when she answers. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
She laughs, and I picture the cute smile that must be twisting her lips. “You’re very welcome. I’m glad it’s helping.”
