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And then he’s over me—pressing inside me again—loving my lips with his mouth, caressing my face with tender hands. The thrusts of his hips are steady and deep now, plunging in and out in firm, even strokes.
“I want to come inside you, Evie,” Jace whispers against my lips. “There hasn’t been anyone else, not since I first met you. I’m clean.” He groans. “Can I make you mine? Can I come inside you?”
And it’s like we’re one heartbeat, one soul—one dirty, beautiful mind.
I lock my ankles around his back and dig my fingers into his shoulder blades. Begging, pleading for what we both want.
“Yes…yes…oh please, yes…”
Jace surges forward, planting his length so deep it touches my womb. And then his cock jerks inside me over and over—and I feel the hot pulse of him filling me up—while he presses his mouth against my neck, moaning my name again and again.A little while later, Jace and I lay on the bearskin rug in front of the fire that’s burned down low.
The rug-on-the-floor combo is surprisingly comfortable. Usually fantasy details don’t turn out as well as we imagine—in real life bugs bite, sand itches, water goes cold.
But this time, every detail is perfect. Better than I’d dreamed.
I lay on my back, sticky and sore in all the right places, and Jace rests his head on his hand, beside me, above me, running his fingers through my hair and across my bare skin.
“Why didn’t you say something sooner?” he asks.
I shrug. “I don’t know. I’m kind of shy, I guess.”
The beautiful mouth smirks—and my favorite dimple makes an appearance.
“You weren’t so shy when you were coming on my tongue a few minutes ago.”
I laugh. “That’s different. Why didn’t you say something sooner?”
He sighs, thinking about it. Then he leans down and presses his warm lips to my chest, my collarbone—working his way up with every few words.
“Well . . . you were kind of young when you first showed up here. I wanted to give you some time to have fun before I settled you down.”
I smile, running my hands through the silk of his hair.
“But then, when you seemed ready for what I wanted—I realized I was your boss. And I knew you needed this job and I didn’t want to make you feel pressured or uncomfortable.”
I laugh again, skimming my palms over the hard swells of his biceps, tracing his tattoo with my finger. I can’t believe I get to touch him like this—as much as I want.
Best. Fucking. Christmas. Ever.
“You never would’ve made me feel uncomfortable, Jace.”
He pecks at my lips. “But I had to be sure. It was fucking torture, but I knew, if it was gonna happen with us—you were gonna have to make the first move.”
I lean up and give him a real kiss, stroking his tongue with mine until a thick groan vibrates in his throat, and his cock stiffens against my hip. When I pull back, I can still taste him on my lips.
“I’m going to buy Heather something huge.” I say. “Oh and her pervy professor—he gets a present too, for coming up with that naughty list idea.”
Jace moves on top of me, between my legs, bracing his weight on my forearms, brushing my hair back as he gazes down at me with a mix of sweet tenderness and hot want.
“I came up with my own list.” He confesses. “After I read yours.”
“Your own Naughty List?”
“Mine’s more of a Nice List. All very, very nice things,” he says as he slowly thrusts his hips, grinding against me, making me wet and panting for him.
“Tell me.”
“The first item was get some balls and find a way to tell Evie how you feel about her.”
I reach down between us, cupping and stroking those hot, heavy balls.
“Mission accomplished there.” I tease.
Jace’s hips thrust harder, his cock sliding up and down through my wetness, rubbing my clit.
“After that it was fuck Evie everyway possible.” His eyes are dark blue as he looks down at me and his voice is raw and hungry. “That’s going to be an ongoing process.”
I spread my legs wider for him and Jace positions himself at my opening, before thrusting in deep, making me gasp, my back arching.
“And the last thing was,” he rasps as he starts to fuck me, “run the bar with her, marry the shit out of her, have 3.5 kids and a Husky named Nanuk with her. Make a life with her. A beautiful life.”
I don’t know if it’s his words or the steady, deep pounding of his cock inside me, but with a moan I come—clasping him to me, clenching all around him—so, so good.
Jace isn’t too far behind, and a few minutes later I’m a little more sore and sticky than I was before.
I look up at him, catching my breath. “Nanuk, huh?”
