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The murderous look on his face tells me everything I need to know.
He watched the video. I’d hoped Martin Vargas was lying about the damn thing. Pushing Jagger back on the bed, I watch his body hit the mattress, the anger not leaving him. I straddle his lap and lean forward to press my lips to his. His hands go to my hips, holding me in place.
"Don't think about it," I beg as I run my hands up his stomach. I stop when they get to his chest, trying not to show what is running through my head right now. If I do, I'm not sure how he will react.
I hate that he knows how I lost my virginity and how I tried to change my mind at the last minute. I didn't have a choice by then. We were already in the process and I couldn't stop him. One of the biggest regrets happened that night, but I've always acted like it didn't matter to me.
Biting the inside of my lip, I try to keep from saying anything that will set him off.
After a few tense seconds, he switches our positions, pressing me into the mattress. "I hate knowing that he all but forced you that night." His voice is low and dark. I hate that this is hurting him. I never meant for him to find out the truth. After he had found out I slept with Martin, he went after him.
I pretty much saved Martin's life by not telling Jagger the truth that night. If I hadn't left out the small detail about him not stopping when I asked him to, this shit wouldn't have gotten out.
His lips trail along my neck as I run my fingers down his back, trying to not think about everything that has happened so far this morning.
The moment his mouth connects to the pulse on my neck, I can’t help but arch into him. “Don’t you dare leave a hickey on me," I state, pushing him off, but pulling him closer at the same time.
"Deal with it, little girl,” he grunts out as he grinds against me. My hands dip into his sweats, grabbing his ass and squeezing.
He nips at my collarbone before moving farther down, unbuttoning his shirt as he goes. Every button that opens brings his mouth closer to every inch of skin. Sliding the shirt down my arms, he reaches for my tank and pulls it off.
Our mouths collide in a mess of lips, tongues, and teeth. Every suck and kiss brings us closer, and I hook my thumbs in the waistband of his sweats, moving them down his thighs.
He kicks out of them and scoots us farther up on the bed. When he sits up, I feel his cock probing my thigh as he moves down to grab my panties before sliding them down my legs. As soon as he gets them off, he tosses them behind him before kissing his way back up my legs, heading straight for my pussy.
The moment his lips wrap around my clit, I arch my back and moan out his name.
His mouth works me over like no one else has ever before. Grabbing the top of his head, I shove his face into my pussy and grind against him shamelessly. He laps away at me as I grab his hair, tugging on the longer strands until I get close to the edge.
He keeps me right there, not letting me come.
“So fucking sexy,” he murmurs as he kisses his way up my thighs toward my stomach. His tongue traces my bare skin, not leaving an inch untouched.
The minute his dick slides in, I suck in a breath. He slowly rolls his hips as he starts to move inside me. God, I love this man. He never once makes me feel anything but cherished.
Each thrust of his hips brings me right back to the cliff. “If you stop again, I’m going to make sure you never have kids.”
His hand slides underneath our bodies and he pinches my ass. I yelp and glare at him, but it doesn’t stop his hips from moving.
“I’ll let you come when I’m ready for you to. Not a second sooner.” I swear, if he weren’t so fucking hot and I weren’t so damn close to coming, I’d push him off and kick him in the balls.
Men can be such dicks.
"This isn't your show.” He raises my hips slightly, making me see stars. Holy fuck, this angle is definitely the best one ever. “Right there,” I gasp, forgetting about whatever it was I wanted to do to him a few seconds ago.
"I knew you'd see things my way after a minute or two." He grins down at me. His lips fall to my chest and he licks my slick skin. I swear, everything he does is hot, even when I can't imagine someone doing it during sex.
Sweaty bodies aren't something I'm into, but if it's with him, I don't give a fuck if he's sweaty or not. I'd fuck him even if we were covered in mud.
His thumb runs over my little bundle of nerves. I have to close my eyes from the sensations. "I'm going to come," I whimper as his thrusts get faster and rougher.
It doesn't take long for us to come together, his body collapsing on top of mine. I welcome his weight, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him even closer. He kisses me deeply before rolling us over and moving me to the pillows.
"Are Ridge and Ireland still here?" I ask when the post-sex haze leaves me. I sure as fuck hope they left and didn't hear me calling out Jagger's name as I came. I’m not sure I could live that down with Ireland if she heard me.
“I didn’t see them when I went to get my laptop from my office. I didn’t check the extra room, though. I had other things on my mind.” He runs his fingertips down my spine. I shiver at his touch and curl into his body.
Yawning, I close my eyes and rest my cheek against his arm. "If I weren't so tired, I would tell you to go check, but I'm way too comfortable right now.” His chuckle fills my ears, and I love the sound. I could listen to it as he reads a damn encyclopedia and not get bored.
