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“I’m different because you actually want me.”
He pulled away a fraction of an inch. “I want to get paid, and I want to get laid.”
“It’s more than that,” she insisted. “You wantme.”
Jay shook his head, his eyes growing clouded. “It’s just sex,” he said. “You’re just a body. A hot, gorgeous, beautiful body, but that doesn’t make this more than what it is. You bought and paid for this night.”
“Not me. My fiancé,” she admitted.
His raised brow grew even higher. “The asshole who ignored what you wanted like you meant nothing to him?”
So Jay had noticed. Didn’t matter. All that mattered was that she kept control of this night. She could do this, so long as she hung onto her mental and emotional control. He could do whatever he wanted with her body and deny he wanted her. But she knew he did, and that flooded her with strength.
“You . . . ” she said, then reached down between them and cupped his balls. “Want . . . ” she breathed, then squeezed tight enough that he winced. “Me.”
Some emotion—anger? resentment? desire?— darkened his eyes, and before she knew it, he’d lifted her off the ground and slung her over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” she asked, breathless.
“Nothing without your consent.” Holding her weight as easily as he’d held the feather, he walked to the bed, then flung her down onto the mattress. As she scrambled to sit up, he placed a strong hand against her sternum. “Do I have it? Will you let me do what I want to do to you, princess?”
Do it all to me.
“Yes,” she mewled, the sound one of weakness even as she felt the power within her vibrating under his hand.
A smile flickered on his lips, then was gone. His eyes grew more feral. “I’m going to fuck you all night. I’ll keep you here as long as I want, making you moan. Making you beg.”
She didn’t doubt that he could indeed make her beg. She imagined he’d do things to her Rex wouldn’t ever think of. Make her feel things Rex could never make her feel. Jay already had her dripping with desire, and they hadn’t even kissed.
“First, I’m going to make you come with just my tongue,” he growled.
Hope rose inside her. Hope, mixed with desire at the thought of Jay’s mouth on her pussy. And then . . . how easily hope could die when reality set in. “No, you’re not.”
“Yes. I will, princess.” He kneeled on the floor in front of her and pressed a hand to each of her knees, opening her up to him. For a moment, Jay simply stared at her pussy as if enthralled with its glistening pink surface, its intricate folds, and the already swollen bud of her clit.
And then he acted.
Slowly, he lowered his face between her legs and bit at her inner thighs before shifting slightly higher. Her hips bucked as his searing hot tongue repeatedly flicked on her clit, but he steadied her with an arm around her thigh, holding her pussy tight to his face while he raised his other hand to cover her breast, catching her nipple between his fingers and twisting it.
She gasped and clawed at the down comforter with one hand while she stabbed her fingers through his hair with the other hand, jerking under his mouth.
Steadily, he increased the pressure of his mouth, alternating between sucking her clit, flicking it, and licking through her slit so deeply and thoroughly that she imagined him becoming a permanent part of her. An eternal tormenter that would give her pleasure or take it away at whim.
Right now, he was giving her pleasure. More pleasure than she could have imagined since, as intimately as he was touching her, he hadn’t been doing it for long.
When the pleasure became too much to bear, she tried to shift away.
He wouldn’t relent.
She gasped and moaned and cried out, but he wasn’t slowing down— wasn’t stopping.
Jay plunged his tongue deep into her pussy, and a sensation she’d never experienced before suddenly pooled in her belly. Not a climax, she didn’t think, but an unimaginable arousal. And then he sucked her clit while swirling it with the tip of his tongue and her hips jerked higher. Yes, she’d had her pussy licked before by Rex and a few lovers prior. But this?
A whole new level.
Something astounding.
A moment in time worthy of being remembered forever.
