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I laugh, but the sound breaks apart when I move again, and his hand settles more firmly at my hip, reminding me exactly why shutting him up probably isn’t in my best interest.

“Look at you, Pea. Every fucking inch of you is beautiful.”

I shake my head before I can stop myself, overwhelmed by the way he’s looking at me more than the words themselves, but Jubal doesn’t let me turn away.

“I mean it.” His thumb moves along my cheek while his other hand remains on my hip. “These hips have been driving me insane all night, and now you’re sitting here, letting me put my hands on them like you don’t know exactly what that does to me.”

Whatever I might have said gets lost beneath the way his hands hold the curves he’s talking about. I don’t need Jubal to tell me I’m beautiful, but I didn’t know until now how badly I wanted to hear him want me this openly.

“You want to know what else I’ve been thinking about?”

I look back at his face and nod, even though I’m not sure I’m prepared for whatever he’s about to tell me.

“I’ve been thinking about kissing you since you walked through my door. I’ve been thinking about getting my hands on you every time you brushed against me in that kitchen. I had to remind myself I invited you over for dinner and not just so I could keep you right here.”

Warmth spreads across my cheeks because I knew exactly what I was doing in that kitchen, but I had no idea he was doing the same thing.

“I want so much more of you than I’m letting myself have tonight, Pea. If you keep looking at me like that, it’s gonna get really fucking hard to remember why I’m supposed to behave.”

I close the distance between us and kiss him before he can tell me anything else I won’t know how to answer. Whatever restraint survived the kitchen disappears with the kiss as I continue to move against his thigh, every reaction I pull from him making me bolder.

“Don’t start hiding from me now. I want all of it.” His voice is rough when we separate long enough to breathe.

His fingers tighten against my hips, and after everything he’s pulled out of me tonight, hearing his control slip makes me want more. I shift higher until I settle fully into his lap, and the rough sound that breaks from him tells me exactly what the change does to him.

“Fuck, Pea. Please don’t stop.”

Hearing him ask for more after everything he’s pulled out of me tonight sends a rush of satisfaction through me. I curl my fingers around his chain and kiss him harder, moving against him again while his hands tighten around my hips. Whatever praise he tries to give me between kisses gets rougher and less coherent until his mouth finds mine again.

“I keep thinking about how fucking beautiful you’d look with my cock buried deep inside you.”

I don’t have to imagine what being with Jubal feels like, but hearing him tell me what he wants now that he knows exactly who he’s asking makes me move against him again.

“Jesus Christ, Pea.” He presses his forehead against mine, but the look he gives me is anything but a request to stop. “You’re going to make me come in my fucking pants.”

I should probably slow down, but the way he’s looking at me only makes me move harder. He’s spent all night watching every reaction he can pull from me, and now I want to see what happens when he’s the one who can’t hold back anymore. His grip tightens with every movement, kisses growing hungrier until Jubal tears his mouth from mine with a groan and buries his face against my neck.

“Pea.” He growls my name, something between a warning and a plea, before his mouth closes over my shoulder, his teeth pressing into my skin as his arms lock around me.

His entire body goes taut beneath me as a strangled moan of my name burns against my shoulder. His hands clamp around my hips, holding me against him while every shudder moves through his body, and I feel all of it.

Satisfaction rushes through me so fast it feeds straight into the pleasure already building inside me. I keep moving through the last of his release, caught between the bite of his teeth against my shoulder and the knowledge that I did this to him, until the pressure building inside me sharpens faster than I'm ready for.

Jubal’s hand slides up my back, holding me closer when my rhythm falters instead of letting me pull away. “Let me feel you, Pea. Come for me. You’ve been such a good girl.”

I bury my face against his neck as pleasure crashes through me, my fingers tightening in his hair while my body keeps chasing the sensation against him. Jubal holds me through every trembling breath, murmuring my name and telling me how fucking beautiful I am until I finally go still in his arms.

For a while, neither of us does anything except breathe. My cheek stays pressed against his neck while his hand moves slowly over my back, and what catches me off guard isn’t what we just did but that neither of us seems interested in pulling away. When Jubal finally lifts his head, his eyes move over my face before dropping to where I'm still sitting in his lap, and the satisfaction in his expression makes another pulse of heat move through me.

“Look at you, sitting there looking so fucking pleased with yourself.”

I don’t bother pretending I’m not, especially when he’s looking damn pleased himself.

“You should be.” His thumb moves slowly over my hip. “Do you have any idea how fucking hot it is that you made me lose it like that?”

The unmistakable satisfaction on his face makes me want to do it to him again. I press a soft kiss beneath his jaw, and his hands tighten around me as his mouth brushes my temple.

“Careful, Pea. I’m already thinking about getting you out of these clothes and finding out how many more times I can make you come.”