Mags kept kissing and sucking and taking nibbles from his flesh until she was equal with his belly button, which she licked and explored as she had every part of his upper body so far.
When she continued to shift down, Jonathan finally realized her intention. His breathing became ragged and she felt his hips lifting involuntarily against her chest.
“I need—” he started.
“Need what?”
“Your mouth. On me. Christ, Mags, I’m begging.”
thirty-two
JONATHAN
Magstackled sex like she did everything else, fearlessly, passionately, and uninhibited. She had just gone to the bathroom to pee, “Which I don’t need an audience for,” she’d said over her shoulder as she strutted naked from the bedroom.
Jonathan rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling as the memory of the night before came rushing in.
He’d never felt that kind of satisfaction before. Usually it was simple—an hour or two, mutual release, a polite goodbye, making sure the woman got home safe. Contractual. Contained. No strings.
This had been anything but. There weren’t simply strings between him and Mags, there were knotted ropes and chains. Solid. Unbreakable. Forever.
One singular woman had changed the trajectory of his life.
The way she looked at him, like she wasn’t holding anything back. Like she wanted him, not just the moment. That was what unraveled him. What stripped away that control he’d always prided himself on.
Mags had gotten under his skin, into his head, and his mind was a cacophony of plans for the future.
He and Mags had been insatiable, especially after she’d taken him into her mouth. Things had become…frenzied. It wasn’t the sexual act alone that had him blowing like a virgin. He’d had plenty of women over the years to know the difference. It was seeing Mags work him over that was the mind fuck. She broke his legendary control and left his body and mind at her mercy.
He shouldn’t be entertaining sliding into her body again but one glance between his legs had his mind conjuring her silky-smooth body wrapped around him, all wet and soapy and steaming hot.
Joining Mags in the shower was quickly overtaking every other thought in his usually sharp mind.
He should be working.
Mags. Sex.
His colleagues were counting on him.
Mags. Sex.
Her body was probably tender.
Sex. Sex. Sex.
Jonathan slid off the bed and padded toward the bathroom. The sound of water and Mags’ off-key humming met his ears as soon as he opened the door.
The glass shower door was covered in steam. It opened both ways, so he pulled the door toward him and caught Mags rinsing soap suds from her body.
Mags squeaked in surprise as he stepped into the spray with her, shutting the door behind him. “What the hell, Jon!”
Laughing, he wrapped his arms around her warm body and hugged her tight to his body. “I was lonely,” he admitted, grinning.
Reaching a hand between them, she stroked the length of his sex. “I don’t think you were lonely at all. I think you were having a conversation with your dick.”
“That too,” he admitted. He slid one of his hands down her stomach until he could lightly caress her folds.
“Tell me you’re not too sore,” he pleaded as he pressed two fingers deep between her legs while playing with her breasts, massaging the weights, pinching and tugging at her nipples until she was panting. Her head tipped back and leaned against the tile, the water running down her body as he worked her over.
