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“You drive me fucking mad, woman. You always have,” he growled.

His lips met mine hungrily with a bruising force, but I didn’t resist. I never could where he was concerned. I would always want Jessie—I couldn’t argue with that—and I sure as fuck couldn’t fight it.

He released my hair and gripped the back of my neck, his thumb pressing lightly against my jaw as I clutched at his biceps, kissing him back just as hard as he was kissing me. His tongue touched mine for a beat, and I moaned softly, stepping forward so I was pressed against him completely.

He pushed me back against the kitchen counter, and he slipped a knee between my legs until his thigh was pressed against my throbbing center. I bucked against him, a whimper falling from my lips as he began pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to my throat.

“I’ve wanted you since the moment you got out of juvie all those years ago,” he confessed. “The moment you stepped back into the garage wearing those fucking short-ass shorts, I wanted to bend you over my office desk and fuck some goddamn sense into you.”

I moaned at his words as I slid my hands under his shirt, feeling his abs ripple under my touch. He broke away from me, and I pulled his shirt over his head, instantly reaching back out to touch him, to feel his hard, defined chest under my hands.

I let him pull my shirt over my head, my bra following right after. He groaned and bent down, taking one of my nipples between his lips as his other hand came up and pulled and twisted at my other nipple. I whimpered his name as I laced my fingers in his hair, clutching him to me.

He switched nipples to give my other one the same attention with his lips. I was practically dripping for him, and I was desperate for him to finish what he was starting. I fucking needed him.

“Jessie, please,” I throatily begged.

He stood back up to his full height and reached for the snap on my jeans, tugging them down my legs, my panties following right after. I kicked my jeans and shoes off at the same time right before he lifted me up onto the kitchen counter. “You sure you want this?” he asked me, his voice husky with raw desire as he ran his eyes over me, making me tingle all over in anticipation.

“Yes,” I told him, my voice sounding needy to my own ears. But there was no hesitation in my voice.

He yanked me to the edge of the counter and kneeled on the floor. Without warning, he buried his face between my legs, his tongue flicking up between my folds. “Jessie!” I choked out. I buried my hands in his hair, spreading my legs further apart. He wrapped his lips around my clit, sucking hard. “Fuck!” I gasped out. I ground against his face, whimpering and moaning.

He shoved my legs even further apart, to the point my muscles screamed in protest, and clamped his hand down on my thighs to hold my legs in that position. He continued licking and sucking until I drenched his face, my muscles tightening before relaxing. His name came from my lips with a choked scream as I rode out the best fucking orgasm I’d ever had in my life.

He quickly stood back up, his lips meeting mine. My taste exploded on my tongue when he probed into my mouth, and I moaned. “You’re a fucking goddess,” he groaned as he ran his hands over my body, drawing more moans and whimpers from my lips.

He unsnapped his jeans and let them drop down to the floor with his boxers. “Fuck,” he groaned, gripping his cock in his hand, giving it a squeeze. “I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m on the shot,” I told him. I was desperate to have him inside of me. And nothing was stopping us today.

“Thank fuck,” he growled.

With one hard thrust, he was buried deep inside of me. I cried out, clutching at his shoulders. He buried his face in my neck, his breathing harsh. “Fuck, I didn’t know you would feel this fucking good,” he rasped as I ran my hands over his hard, toned body. I wrapped my legs around his hips and squeezed, meeting him thrust for thrust.

With one hand on my hip and the other on the counter behind me, he began thrusting in and out of me hard and fast. I was coming in no time. Over and over, he brought me to mind-blowing orgasms, and by the time he finally came with me, I was practically crying from the sensory overload.

Jessie definitely knew his fucking way with a woman’s body.

I watched Jessie as he moved around the kitchen like he owned the place, finding pots and pans to make some food with. He’d already figured out the coffee maker and had started a pot of coffee. Nothing had been said once he pulled out of me and we got dressed again.

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