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He makes a surprised, heavenly noise like he’s met an angel.
“Jack,” I groan huskily, lowly. Being inside him is lighting me up, but so is being this close. My chest against his back, my arm around his arms. Thrusting and bringing him with the movement. We are on a ride together, and I might be at the helm but it’d be nothing without him.
I climb up the highest peak. On the edge. Three more deeper thrusts along with my hand feeding Jack more pleasure, and we hit a climax.
His orgasm shatters him forward. I hold tighter, feeling his muscles spasm and ripple against my build. Fuck.
Fuck.
I imprison breath, black spots in my vision. On instinct, I pump to milk that last bit of pleasure left, and I take my arm off his arms.
“God,” Jack chokes, resting his forehead on his folded arms—he takes a hot second to come down. All the strain and ache in his sore muscles look gone. “I could get used to that after long shoots.” He clarifies, “Not the hot tub.”
“Hear that, cock,” I say as I slowly pull out of Jack, “you outrank a hot tub.”
“Not just your cock,” Jack breathes, running his fingers through his hair, wetting the strands. “All of you, Os.”
My chest rises. Sure, Highland always knows just what to say to flatter me, but there is sincerity in his deep words and brightening smile. One that actually fades.
He exhales a breath, his eyes dripping down me with a look I can’t decipher. I’m not a motherfucking archeologist. As much as I wish I could excavate Jack Highland in a second-flat, we’re just now crossing into something new for him. And it’s new for me to do it with him.
He faces me fully and tries to smile, and that one vanishes even faster in a heavy silence.
What the fuck.
My internal organs have just fled my body. I cannot leave my fucking heart in Greenland. “Something’s wrong,” I realize out loud.
“Nothing’s wrong,” he says lightly. Sounds like the truth.
“Something’s bothering you then,” I rephrase and hold his waist.
He shudders from a chill in the air. To stay warm, we sink deeper in the center of the hot tub. Water rises up to our chests.
Jack clutches my ass cheeks with both palms. Which is making me not freak the fuck out. He’s touching my ass, he can’t be regretting what just happened. Don’t care if that logic is a stretch, I’m stretching this shit between multiple continents.
He finds the words. “We just had sex again. And again, I did nothing to help you. I feel like a jackass with how much of a selfish partner I’m being.”
“Selfish?” I extend a hand towards the lip of the hot tub where we just made serious love. “You let me inside of you, which sounds like a fucking selfless act to me.”
He shakes his head. “I didn’t think of it like that.”
“How’d you think of it?”
“From my perspective, I’m barely focused on your need.”
I nod. “Probably because you know I’m going to get mine. I’m in control, so you’re not wrapped up in trying to get me off. You don’t need to.”
He holds my gaze. “I’ve only slept with women. Until now…” We both begin to smile. “And back then,” he continues, “I spent a lot of time ensuring they reached an O.”
“To satisfy them?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I’m satisfied and satiated, Highland,” I assure. “You’re not a selfish partner. What we have is just a different dynamic than what you’re used to. The better question is, did you like it?”
His smile explodes. “Like water in a desert.”
I grin back and use my best pick-up line. “Keep quenching your thirst with me.”
He squeezes my ass under the water. We laugh against each other’s lips, about to kiss, and then I hear the crunch of a sole on land right in front of our deck.
My head whips forward.
“Good morning.” Charlie sips an espresso shot, fully dressed in a thick peacoat like he’s about to hightail his ass to town. And I’m in a mother-effing hot tub with Jack. Naked.
We’re naked.
Shit.
Fuck.
Shit.
We both hurry out of the tub. Wrapping towels around our waists so my client doesn’t see our packages—but he knows I just had sex.
He’s a genius, and it doesn’t take his extreme IQ to put the pieces together.
“Are you leaving? Why didn’t you call first?” I ask seriously.
“Yes, and I thought I’d surprise you.” He flashes a wry smile. “I know how much you love surprises.”
I’m never surprised, I want to sling back, but Charlie and Jack are the only two who consistently keep me on my toes. “Call first,” I emphasize.
Jack already jogs into the blue house. It’ll take him ten times longer to pack a camera bag than for me to just put on clothes. No radio needed when I’m the sole bodyguard in Greenland.
