“I just might,” he replies. “But I’ll be gone before you wake up.”
“That’s okay,” I tell him. “Just hold me for a little while.”
He squeezes me tightly against him. I look down his body, laughing softly when I see his still-naked length growing hard again. Even sticky and glistening with our combined wetness, he’s slowly thickening for me.
“How?” I ask.
“It’s you,” he growls. “Only you.”
“Well… since we were interrupted last time…”
When I begin to move down his body, he gently tugs on my hand. “I’ve got a better idea.”
“Oh yeah?”
When he suggests it, I laugh in delight. I feel drunk on this moment, on our reunion and release. It’s all the sweeter because I feel like I know him so much more now, and that he knows me.
He lies on his back as I climb on top of him. In reverse. I sit on his face as I lean down, bringing my mouth to his cock. The moment his lips press against my clit, I moan, shifting back against him. He gasps, his hot breath moving over me, when I take him into my mouth.
I rub his base with my hand, twisting and pumping. He massages my ass in turn as he pushes his tongue inside me, then flicks it to my clit and licks in quick, possessive strokes. I buck my hips against him. Riding his face as I swirl my tongue around his salty tip and move my hand faster.
He starts to buck his hips, pushing deeper into my mouth. I do the same, grinding against his face. The room is filled with wet noisiness and moans that add to the pleasure. It’s like there’s a balloon of release waiting to burst inside of me.
When he makes his tongue hard and starts fucking me with it again—rubbing my clit at the same time—I lose it. I can’t suck him anymore, just rub him with my hand. I’m worried I’ll bite down as the euphoria courses through me.
When his release shoots into my mouth, salty and tangy and him, it’s like it hits a switch inside of me. I sit down on his face. Hard. Pump my hips as my pussy pulses with waves of pleasure that drip down his face. He feasts on me, losing control, fucking my slit with his tongue like his life depends on it.
After, I slide off him again, turn around, and crawl up the bed. He looks at me as if in a daze. I laugh in delight.
“Ready for sleep yet?”
He smiles and brings me closer for another hug. “I’m more relaxed than I’ve been in my entire life, beautiful,” he says, cuddling me close.
“Me too,” I admit, placing my cheek against his head and listening to his strong, steady heartbeat.
CHAPTER 24
JACKSON
Iwant to stay here forever, lying beside my woman. When I carried her to bed, I didn’t expect her to wake up so ready, so animated, so hot. She owned that moment. Owned me. It was heaven watching and feeling her ride me, grinding up and down with that look of confidence on her face. I’m getting hard now just thinking about it… and it was only a couple hours ago.
Standing quietly, I look down at her, curled into a ball, a sleepy smile on her face. I brush the hair from her face, kiss her on the cheek, then turn and reluctantly make for the door.
We’ve got a big release coming up. There’s always more to do.
I drive home, shower, and change, then head into the office. This means driving past Dakota’s apartment again. I stop outside, snapping a photo of her building.
I attach the image to my test.
Jack: You’re probably still sleeping. Just know I’d much rather be in there with you.
The moment I walk into the office, I know something is up. Pete and Damon Reed—our cybersecurity specialist—are waiting for me in the lobby. I know it’s bad when, in the short time it takes me to cross the lobby, Pete removes and replaces his glasses three times.
Damon shifts from foot to foot beside him, a lean man with tattoos spiraling up and down his arms. His severe frown tells me this is bad.
“Don’t tell me the servers have been hacked,” I say.
Pete looks at me, not like the man who co-founded this company with me, not like my media guru… he looks at me like my friend, like the boy who burst into tears of joy when dropping out of college somehow worked out for the best.
