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His eyes dipped down to her breasts and he grunted, the rumble like an electric shock to her system. “Definitely not boring.”
She followed his gaze and gasped at the sight of her hands. They gripped her breasts tightly. Her nipples were taut between her fingers. She never dared touch herself in front of a lover. There was no doubt that being with Jack brought out her daring side.
She shivered when he moved her hand from her breast and placed it at her core. He curled her fingers over her clit, showing her the movement he wanted her to follow. Her heart raced and her breath left her body in heavier pants. Touching her breasts was one
thing, touching between her legs was reserved for when she was alone. But Jack’s gentle direction was all the courage she needed, and when she took over, the pleasure was unlike any she had ever experienced.
If someone had told her that morning when she awoke that she’d be involved with a Madewood, she would have laughed. And being kinky? Sterling Andrews didn’t do kinky. But the sight of Jack watching as she coaxed an orgasm from her body was sexy and thrilling, and pushed her hunger for him to an epic level.
When he finally joined in, thrusting two fingers into her channel, she could barely hold it together. Her insides clamped down on his fingers and her legs shut tight around his hand, trying to heighten the sensation.
“Jack!” She cried out and slumped back against the seat, her legs still gripping him tightly.
He spread her legs open, his thumb grazing against the flesh of her thigh. “We have all night, baby,” he murmured seductively.
He lifted off his heels and with his free hand grabbed the back of her neck, his fingers curling in her hair. “There’s plenty of time for me to give you pleasure. But first, take it for yourself. Fall over that edge. Let me watch you. Let me hear you scream.” And with that, he took her mouth in an explosive kiss.
Unable to breathe, unable to stand the tension, she shattered into a million pieces. Arching into her release, she embraced the waves of her orgasm.
He continued to kiss her as she came down from a state of ecstasy. When she finally focused, she kissed him back. Gripping his hair between her fingers and tugging him to her body, she focused on the sounds he made with his mouth.
“I need to be inside you.” He could do whatever he wanted, because this time she wanted more. She wanted it all and everything he had to offer because boring, vanilla Sterling was out for the night.
The words she wanted to say so desperately were on the tip of her tongue. Fuck me. But she couldn’t get them out.
He gripped her hair at the nape and tugged her head back, exposing her neck, gliding his tongue along her skin.
An overwhelming urge to push him back and straddle the sexy man who held her bubbled under her skin. This man made her feel things she thought were a myth. Maybe you just never found the right man. The right man should make you feel all these things.
Just as she reached for his body, the ring, ring, ring of her phone interrupted them. Again.
“Son of a gun,” Sterling whined. It was late. It could be an emergency. “I have to get this.”
Jack let out a heavy breath and his head fell forward. She crawled to the other end of the limo to grab her phone. Surprised at her comfort level, her naked body revealed, as if a stranger in her own skin. A more outgoing stranger.
She had expected to see Penn’s name displayed across the screen, but when she glanced at the brightly lit area, a strange number stared back at her. She sighed and hit the talk button.
“Hello?”
“Ms. Andrews. We’re calling about some suspicious activity on your credit card. Do you have a few moments?”
That light feeling that fluttered in her stomach turned to lead. This call could only mean one thing. The moment she had been dreading for the last five years.
She looked over her shoulder at Jack, who still had that come-hither look on his face. How the hell was she going to tell him that their night had just been trumped by a credit card?
Chapter Four
Sterling stormed inside the small Tudor-style home without knocking. She didn’t have to—her name was on the mortgage. “Mom? Dad?” she called from the front hallway.
They had just interrupted her life—again. And at the worst possible time. She had been mortified at having to rush off. Jack seemed understanding, but she had remained tight-lipped and didn’t go into details about the situation.
“We’re in the kitchen.” Her mother’s voice carried from the back of the house.
Sterling kicked off her shoes and padded through the hallway, past the family room on her right and the pine staircase that led to the second floor on her left.
When she entered, her mother scrambled to clean up a mess of papers on the kitchen table. “Sterling, honey, we didn’t expect you tonight.” Her mother spit out her words in flustered huffs of breath.
Her father sat at the head of the table playing solitaire; his hair was cut close to his scalp, predominantly dark but graying at the sides. He hadn’t even acknowledged her arrival.
