He knew his voice sounded strangled butshit. It was a wonder he could talk at all. He was just damn lucky he didn’t lose it the second she filled herself with him.
Jake had never been this quick on the draw, but like everything else with her, sex with Liv was different. He’d also never ridden bareback, and holy fuck, it feltamazing.
She was hot and wet, her slick inner muscles squeezing him like a goddamn vice. He’d never been so turned on in his life. Even now, after having just gotten inside her, he was having a hell of a time not coming.
Then...she moved.
Determined to avoid complete and total embarrassment, Jake squeezed her hips, holding her still.
“Don’t.”
The order was gruff, his grip tight enough he’d probably leave bruises. His heart rate picked up.
He’d been so outraged at the ones that bastard, Cetro, had left on her before, but the thought ofhishands marking Olivia as reminder of their shared passion...as wrong as it was, the thought filled Jake with a primal, male satisfaction that was better than any adrenaline rush he’d ever had.
What could he say? When it came to Liv, he was a total Neanderthal. And she was his vixen.
Ignoring his warning, Olivia shifted her hips again. His grip on her bare skin tightened and—thank Christ—she stopped.
“Sweetheart, if you move so much as a centimeter, I’m done for.”
Olivia smiled in a way he’d never seen before, yet he knew exactly what that smile meant. Power. Right now, she held it all, and the little wench knew it.
She was on his lap, completely naked, with his bare, aching cock snuggled tightly inside her. Her hair was wild, her cheeks flushed, and her hard-as-nails nipples were right there for the taking.
Jake wanted nothing more than to lean forward and take one into his mouth. To flick it with his tongue while rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger, but he didn’t dare. If he gave in to that urge, she would start moving again, and it would be game over.
The only parts moving now were their chests as air travelled in and out of their lungs. Jake’s eyes never left hers. They were frozen, connected not only physically, but also on an emotional level deeper than Jake even knew existed.
It was the most intimate experience of his life. Jake’s lips parted, and he was on the verge of confessing how he truly felt about her when Olivia broke the ribbon of intensity.
“What’s the matter, Boss Man,” she teased. “Can’t handle me?”
Slowly and deliberately, Olivia rolled her hips forward. All thoughts of talking ceased.
Jake squeezed his eyes shut as that familiar tingling hit his lower back. His balls became so tight, he wouldn’t have been surprised if they crawled right back up inside him. He groaned and dug his fingers a little deeper.
When he opened his eyes again, that smug smile was still there. He needed to take control of the situation...now, before it was too late.
Hold on, sweetheart. Two can play at that game.
Without warning, Jake lifted her up and off him, breaking their connection completely. She let out a little yelp as he flung her around so that she was now lying on her stomach across his lap.
Olivia’s wide eyes looked up at him, all traces of smugness gone. Jake looked down at her, his smile just as arrogant as the one she’d given him just seconds before.
“You wanna play like that, Bradshaw? You’d better be prepared for the consequences.”
She smiled back, clearly enjoying his playful attitude. “I’m not scared of you, McQueen.”
One if his eyebrows rose. “Oh, really?”
Jake ran the palm of his right hand across the smooth skin of her bare ass.
Her mouth dropped open. “You wouldn’t dare.” Olivia’s words were a warning, but the heat in her eyes said differently.
It was the same heat he’d seen earlier when he’d threatened to spank her for trying to tell him she was fine. He had to admit, he’d fantasized about having her in this exact position. On several occasions.
As he continued to massage the perfect, heart-shaped ass just begging to be spanked, Jake decided it was time to put fantasy to reality.
