I wiggle against him, doing my best to keep up with him, but the man is just so—so J.T.And I am so here for it.
His heartbeat is thundering against mine, our breaths are rough and ragged.
J.T.pushes the chair back with one hand and lays me down.Then he’s over me, pressing his cock in deeper—so fucking deep.
“Goddamn, Honey, feel that?Feel your body sucking me inside.Like it knows it belongs to me.”
He looks wild, sexy, so fucking hot as he whispers impossibly dirty things to me.
“Your pussy is squeezing my cock, Baby.So fucking good.That’s it.Christ, I need to come.But I need you there.Come for me, Kelly.Now,” he commands.
And it’s like he flipped a switch because my body obeys.
“J.T.!”I scream his name as I shatter beneath him.
For one incredible moment I get to watch as this big, beautiful man falls apart on top of me.
And it is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Hell, it’s everything.
Chapter28
J.T
“Mr.Lawrence, these projects need your attention.”
Roger Conroy appears in my office doorway holding a stack of folders thick enough to choke a horse.He steps inside and drops them on my desk with a heavy thump.
I grunt and drag the files closer.
“I’ll look them over before I leave,” I tell him.
He raises a brow.Roger’s been with the company fifteen years.He knows when I’m half-present.
“And the South Ridge permits?”he asks.
“Approved this morning,” I say, flipping open the first file.“But the county wants the stormwater mitigation plan revised.Tell engineering to adjust the drainage grid on the east side.I’m not paying for another inspection delay.”
Roger nods.“Got it.”
“And the Stone Valley subdivision?”I ask.
“Contractors are waiting on your sign-off for phase two.”
I skim the numbers quickly, my brain shifting into the gear it’s been trained for since my twenties.
“Tell them to move forward,” I say.“But cut the landscaping budget by ten percent.Replace those imported trees with native pine.Cheaper and they survive winters better.”
Roger scribbles a note.
“You sure you’re leaving early today?”he asks.
“Yeah.”
He smirks like he already knows why.
“Wedding week,” he says.
