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Is that okay?He briefly entertained an erotic student/professor fantasy with her in a short little plaid skirt and nearly melted his brain. “I’m sorry. My eyes have rolled into the back of my head. I’ll have to get back to you on that.”
He could feel her smile against him, her lips tickling the base of his cock. He was definitely going to ruin this and come in her hair. She’d never forgive him for that. He tried to conjugate verbs in his head to stave off his orgasm.
But Hollyn was unrelenting. Her fingers moved over him, touching him everywhere, squeezing his cock, palming his balls, even dipping low with her fingertips and tracing along the most private of places. His bones were going to liquefy. His brain already had. But he’d let this woman touch him anywhere.
She let me write my name on her.His stupid, bizarre fantasy hadn’t fazed her. More than that, she’d embraced it and had given him the version she could. Right now, his mark was scrawled on her thigh, damp with her sweat and arousal. God, he was never going to get any work done at WorkAround again. That image was going to be burned into his brain every time she was near him even after the ink washed off.
“Whatever we do, we have to be quiet,” she said, wrapping her fingers around his erection and applying just enough pressure to drive him nuts. “Cal will wake up soon. I don’t want him to hear.”
Jasper’s jaw tightened. Part of him wanted to cry out in exaggerated ecstasy—no, he wantedHollynto cry out—so that Cal could hear loud and clear that Jasper was the one in her bed, that he was the one making her feel good. But he swallowed back the caveman instincts. “I’ll do my best, gorgeous, but the sounds I make might not always be in my control.”
“Bite a pillow,” she said, stroking him now. “That’s what I do when…”
“Fuck. Me,” he said on a groan. The visual was too much. “Finish your sentence.”
She paused for a moment but then said, “When I use my vibrator.”
All his breath whooshed out of him. He wanted to see that. Wanted to see Hollyn spread out on this bed, touching herself, making herself come. Later. Another day. Right now, he didn’t have the patience for that. If he wasn’t inside her soon, he was actually going to die.
“Hollyn, I need you. Please,” he said, unable to hold back anymore. “You have condoms?”
“Just bought some.” She crawled across him and reached back into the bedside table. She dropped a packet onto his chest.
He grabbed the condom and put it on the bed within reach. “Good. But first, lose the panties and come here.”
She quickly divested herself of her underwear, tossing them off the side of the bed. “Where?”
He grabbed her hands and guided her up his body.
When she was straddling his chest, she got a brief look of alarm. “Jasper, what are—”
He tugged her higher. “I need to taste you first, baby. Straddle me and hold on to the headboard.”
“You want me to…?”
He answered her by showing her, guiding her upward until she was spread out above him, in perfect position for his mouth. His signature flexed on her thigh in his periphery and his cock jerked in response.Mine.He dragged his tongue along her sweet, plump flesh, relishing the taste of her, and she let out a sound that came from somewhere deep in her belly.
“Oh God,” she said. “I’m never going to stay quiet.”
He reached out and grabbed her discarded T-shirt. “Use this.”
She took it from him, balled it up, and bit. So sexy. So game for anything.
He grabbed her hips and tasted her again, the tart, sexy flavor of her making his blood rush. It was a crime that she’d been left alone all this time, no one here to give her the pleasure she deserved. He wanted to make it up to her, to make her feel everything. He curled his tongue around her clit and then sucked the nub between his lips.
She gasped and rocked against his mouth, begging him with her body.Fuck yes.He could do this all morning. He loved how hungry she was in bed, how unashamed to take the pleasure. He knew without a doubt, she’d never been in this position with a guy before. She’d clearly been reluctant when he’d led her there, but now, now she was losing herself to it. His fingers dug into the flesh of her ass and he feasted on her, using his nose, lips, and tongue to give her every ounce of pleasure he was capable of offering. She was in a rhythm now, lost to it, her sounds muffled by the T-shirt, and he couldn’t get enough.
Hollyn. Hollyn. Hollyn.
His tongue dipped into her and she jerked against him, her muscles stiffening in his hold. He held her firm when she tried to wiggle away, and the feel of her coming apart against his mouth was a revelation. Hollyn didn’t come like the quiet woman she was day to day—she came like a freight train, like all those words and thoughts she kept bottled up exploded into a brilliant burst of sensation and ecstasy all at once.
The T-shirt dropped from her mouth, and he softened his attentions as she came down from the high, kissing and licking with softer strokes. She sagged against the headboard, panting, and he gently rolled her off of him and onto her back. She blinked up at him, dazed, her hair a golden riot of curls around her head. “That was… You should charge for that.”
He laughed. “I’ll consider it as a backup profession if this comedy thing doesn’t work out.”
She smiled a drunk-on-lust smile and looped her arms around his neck. “Nah, you don’t need a backup. It’s going to work out. If I haven’t told you yet, you’re fucking amazing, Jasper.”
“I think you mean amazing at fucking,” he teased.
