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“Oh, fuck…” The words tumble from my open mouth because as soon as I touch myself, this will be over. I’ll be done for. As it stands, I’m barely hanging on, clinging to the edge of that cliff, waiting to fall over.
I brace myself with my left hand against the mirror and reach down with my right to find my clit. Nolan gives a sharp tug on my hair and continues to plow into me, urging me without words to do what he’s commanded.
There’s no way to deny him.
I barely brush my finger against the apex of my thighs and jerk on his dick—the sensation almost too much to handle with my body primed and ready after our bath and having his cock in my mouth. I roll my finger around that sensitive spot as he plunges into me with a force that rocks me forward with each thrust.
My eyes drift closed, and he jerks hard on my hair again.
“Eyes open!” His gaze locks with mine in the mirror and holds it there. “Fucking watch!”
I couldn't look away even if I wanted to. His eyes hold mine like a tractor beam, pulling me to him, forcing me to see him become an animal force, using my body to find his release as I find mine again.
This orgasm detonates like a nuclear bomb—my entire body searing with heat in one instant before it explodes. Pleasure tingles my limbs and jerks me off my feet. My legs sag, and my pussy clenches around his cock.
“Fuuuuck…” He grits out the word and pumps into me impossibly harder. “Yes, come, Jack. Milk my fucking cock.”
And I do.
It hardens even more inside me as he drives into me one last time, then empties himself, his hot cum filling a spot I didn't know was empty inside, before he collapses on top of me.
He releases my hair and slowly kisses up my back to my neck. One of his hands slides across the front of my throat, and he tilts my head back until his lips find my ear. “I’m not letting you leave tomorrow without getting your name. Your real one. You’re not walking away without giving me that.”
ISAAC
For the first time in what seems like forever, I wake slowly, not jerked from slumber by a blaring alarm alerting me to get my ass moving—to class, to my internship, to work, to whatever else is on my plate every damn day.
My brain comes back online at a leisurely pace—the sound of busy Monroe Street below seeping in lightly through the window, the low hum of the AC unit in the room, my own breath. I allow myself to sag farther into the mattress and pillow—satiated and content after another incredible night with Jack. Better than even our first together.
I didn’t even know that was possible, but somehow, it’s true.
She’s a complete stranger, yet, somehow, she’s reached into my soul and found a part of me I wasn’t even aware was there. A part that wants more. More than mindless, meaningless sex that only satiates me for so long. More than working myself until I’m dead on my feet. More than what’s expected of me. More than how I’ve been living the last twenty-five years. Jack somehow calms the unrest constantly plaguing me, gives me a glimmer of a vision of what life could be like with the right person.
And the more time we spend together, the more times I take her and we come together physically, the more convinced I become that the right person is her. That we met for a reason, despite the fact that I’m supposed to be leaving.
I can’t get enough of this woman. Even now, after we’ve spent two days doing nothing but enjoying each other, my hard cock still strains, seeking her out, wanting what only she can give me again.
And again, and again, and again.
It was only supposed to be one night, but now, I can’t just walk away. Maybe it was stupid to think I ever could. From the moment I saw her, I knew it. I felt something different. And now that I’ve experienced it, I won’t let her leave without getting her real name and number. Some way to find her.
What the hell am I going to do?
I can’t stay in Chicago, not when everyone is depending on me to go home, but maybe I can come back to see her in a few weeks once I’ve helped Dad catch up and things settle down a bit.
That doesn’t solve the problem long term, though.
Fuck. Long-term? Am I really thinking that word about a girl I’ve known for less than forty-eight hours?
I need time to think, to figure this out, to find a way we could maybe make whatever this is work. But right now, all I need is Jack—again. Rolling onto my side, I reach over to her side of the bed, only instead of finding her warm, lush body and smooth skin, my hand hits the empty sheets.
It’s still early, and a huge part of me wants to just go back asleep, but my aching dick has other ideas. Ones that require I find Jack wherever she is in the suite.
I force open my eyes against the pale morning light and push myself up, scanning the bedroom. “Jack?”
Only eerie silence comes back as a response.
My gut tightening, I throw back the covers, practically leap from the bed, and pad into the empty bathroom, the empty living room, the empty conference room. All the places I enjoyed that woman over the last two days.
