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He slides in slowly, and I let him. He pulses his hips forward, then pulls back a fraction. I have zero control of our movements since my hands are tied to the bedposts, and even when I try to adjust my hips, I’m left with little movement.
The taste of him makes my core pulse, and a fresh wave of desire coats my inner thighs. Every movement, every noise, only amplifies my need to come. But I continue to lick, to suck, to work him over. When I peek up at him again, desperate to see the desire I feel reflected back, his steel-blue gaze is focused on me. Except lust isn’t the only thing I see written on the unfamiliar lines on his face. There is so much love in his expression I have to look away.
This man is in love with me. That much is clear. But in time, he’ll learn that I’m no longer capable of such emotion in return.
Rubbing my thighs together, I moan around him again.
He chuckles. “Give me a second,” he says, his voice warm like honey now. So different from the authoritative tone from moments ago.
The bed dips again, and for a moment, I’m alone on the mattress while he strides to the dresser. Once he’s returned and positioned himself behind me, I shift, trying to see what he’s doing. If he leaves me without release, I’ll sob. I’m not too proud to beg.
“Please, Jay, please.”
Buzzing sounds, and my hips buck in excitement. “Yes,” I chant as the first vibrations press against my clit. “Oh, fuck yes,” I mutter again.
He runs the vibrator from my clit, between my lips, to my opening. Gently—almost too gently—he presses in. I shift again so I can watch.
Behind me, he has his bottom lip clamped between his teeth as he watches the vibrator enter me. “Fuck, baby, your pussy wants this so bad, doesn’t it?”
With his other hand, he fists his cock and works himself without taking his eyes off me, fucking his hand while the vibrator fucks me.
I’d do just about anything to get him to switch places with the damn silicone toy. But I know the price, and I’m not willing to pay it. So instead, I focus on the way he moves his hand over himself, and within minutes, my orgasm rips through my body. As I cry out his name, his body convulses. His cock twitches, and warmth coats my ass, easing the lingering sting from his punishment, as he comes with a guttural groan.
For several long moments, neither of us moves, and the only sound in the room is our breathing as we work to compose ourselves. And as the high wanes, Jay unties me and wipes me down with a warm cloth. The second he’s finished, I reach for my dress, but he puts his hand on my arm to stop me.
“Please, just lie with me for a second.”
The need in his voice makes me pause. I can’t lie naked with him, not with the light on, even if it’s dim, but I’m also not ready to leave. I nod and slip under the sheets. “Sorry, just cold,” I lie.
The temperature is obviously kept comfortable in these rooms for this exact reason.
He quirks a brow as he slides in next to me, but he doesn’t say anything. “C’mere,” he murmurs as he pulls me against his chest.
When I’m tucked into his side, he plants a gentle kiss on my forehead. I close my eyes and try to ignore the butterflies that awaken at just that little touch.
He shouldn’t stir these emotions in me. It’s a betrayal of everything I am to feel so at home in these arms.
“What do you know about Forester?” I ask, grasping for anything that will keep me from focusing on how right this moment feels.
Jay’s brows are pinched together when he looks down at me. “The bottling company?”
I bite my lip and nod.
He shrugs. “Nothing. It’s who your family has used for years. Why?”
I hum, flipping through memories of the conversation I overheard when I showed up at Cash’s office. They said it was Hanson’s fault. What did they mean, exactly?
“Are you going after my family’s company now that my grandfather isn’t in the picture?”
He pulls back and lets out an annoyed laugh. “Fuck, Cat. Is that really what you think of me? That I’d take advantage of the situation with your grandfather? That I’d want to benefit from his illness?”
My lips twist along with the nervousness in my stomach. “I don’t know what to think,” I admit. “I don’t know you at all.”
Squeezing my arm, he pulls me in closer again and murmurs, “You know me.”
“Tell me something, then,” I say, keeping my gaze fixed on the new lighting hanging from the ceiling. “Explain to me why you’re suddenly back in my life so soon after my grandfather’s stroke and while things are going wrong with our family business. Add in how your ex is now shacking up with my brother, and it’s all too convenient. I don’ttrustit.” My voice breaks on a whisper as my fears get the best of me.
Jay blows out a long breath and runs soothing circles over my arm with his fingers. “Remember how I told you Hanson Whiskey tastes better than James Whiskey?”
