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It doesn’t. Not even a little.
“I used to have a thigh gap,” I say, because apparently my mouth has decided to ruin this. “Now it’s more of a thigh situation.”
He laughs, low and delighted, and presses his mouth to the side of my neck. “Nina. I want to bite those thighs. I want my face between them.” His hands slide down to my hips and squeeze. “Every curve. I want all of it.”
Reid made my body a punchline. Jarek touches it like he can’t get enough.
Still, I remind myself what this is. Sex. Really good sex, hopefully, with a gorgeous actor who happens to be my employer for the rest of the month. No relationship. No expectations.
So I’m going to enjoy every minute of it.
Before I can say anything else, Jarek bends down, throws me over his shoulder, and carries me the three steps to his bed. I squeal and smack his back, and he drops me onto the mattress, laughing.
“What, too much?” He crawls over me, shirt gone, pants shoved low on his hips. “If anyone’s going to be too much tonight, sweetheart, it’s me. Ever fucked someone famous before?”
I open my mouth to answer, and he kisses me before I get the chance. Guess it was rhetorical.
His hand slides up my thigh and under my skirt, and his fingers brush the edge of my underwear.
“The guys,” I whisper.
“Are on the other side of the house.” He drags his mouth down my throat. “So you can be as loud as you want. And trust me, you’re going to be loud.”
He peels my panties down my legs and tosses them on the floor. Then he pushes my knees apart and looks.
Just looks.
My face burns. “Jarek.”
“Give me a second. I’m enjoying the view.” He runs one finger up through me, slow, and groans. “Fuck. You’re soaked. I know you’re going to be delicious.”
I can’t respond. He does it again, circling my clit this time, light and teasing, and my hips jerk off the bed.
“That’s it,” he coaxes. “Show me what you like.”
He doesn’t take his eyes off my face. Every time I gasp, he slows down. Every time I push against his hand, he gives me more. Then he slides a finger inside me, then another, and I grab the sheets.
“I love this,” he says, voice rough. “You have no idea how many times I’ve pictured this. You in those tight little skirts, leaning over the table with your laptop, and me sitting there hard as a fucking rock, trying to eat my eggs.”
A laugh bursts out of me and turns into a moan halfway through.
“I’m serious,” he says. “And those pajamas every morning? No bra? You’re killing us.”
Us. I file that away for later. Right now, I can’t think.
Then he kisses his way down my stomach, and I stop thinking entirely.
The first stroke of his tongue makes me cry out. He hums against me like he’s pleased with himself, pushes my thighs wider with his shoulders, and settles in like he has nowhere else to be. His fingers keep moving inside me, curling, finding a spot that makes my whole body lock up.
“There?” he asks, and does it again.
“Yes. God, yes, right there.”
“Then come for me.” He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I can feel him grin. “Come on my tongue, Nina. I want to taste it.”
I don’t last. I’m not sure anyone could. The orgasm hits hard and fast, and I grab his hair and hold him there while my thighs shake around his head. He doesn’t let up until I’m pushing him away, too sensitive to take any more.
When he finally lifts his head, his mouth is wet, and he looks ridiculously proud of himself.
