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He grips my hands and pins them to the bed with my arms spread wide, and he fucks me like it’s the only mission he has in life.
I press one foot to the bed, wrap the other one around him, find his rhythm, and take everything he’s got to give.
And holy fuck if he doesn’t figure out how to ruin me some more.
He comes right after me, pressing my hands harder into the mattress while his orgasm takes over.
He drops his head to my shoulder for a quick moment before pulling out of me. He lets go of my hands but keeps his to the bed while he looks down at me. “I need a list of what you won’t do.”
Right now, I don’t have the ability to even breathe; I certainly don’t have the ability to deal with his methodical, ordered way of doing things.
“I’m not giving you a list. Jesus, that’s not how I do sex.”
His eyes shift from brown to black and back again. “I’ll take that to mean everything’s on the table.”
“Everything is most definitely not on the table.”
He works his jaw. “Adeline.”
I put my hands to his chest and attempt to push him away. He’s too strong for me, though, and I barely move him. “Get off me.”
“Not until we finish this conversation.”
“It’s finished. You can put in the work to discover my preferences.”
“This conversation isn’t for me to discover what you like. I’m more than happy to learn that for myself. This conversation is for me to know what not to do.”
“I’m not into pain. You can do anything but hurt me. And just so we’re clear, your dick would hurt me if you tried to fuck my ass, so no anal.”
His eyes search mine like he’s trying to get a read on me. “I would ensure it wouldn’t hurt.”
“There’s no way it wouldn’t, Jameson.” Surely, he’s aware of just how big he is.
He takes that in before finally nodding and moving off me to walk into his bathroom.
I leave the bed and go into my bathroom to take another shower.
Jameson made good on his promise to help me sleep. I’m already nearly there.
Multiple orgasms, it turns out, are the key.
I make a note that I’m going to have to find a man who’s just as talented at delivering them as Jameson is after I divorce him.
* * *
I callan emergency board meeting Sunday morning, and after getting their agreement, I release the statement regarding my supply chain. We then quickly move onto the damage control part of the plan I put together with my team.
Unfortunately, this means I have to skip Christmas tree shopping with Jameson’s family. It also means I miss out on making a gingerbread house with Reese. That might be my biggest disappointment of the day.
One: I’ve never made a gingerbread house. I’ve also never taken part in Christmas activities like this.
And two: I won’t be married to Jameson next Christmas, so this was my one chance at spending this time with his mother.
She sends him home in the afternoon with Nutella Swirled Meringue cookies. He’s tightlipped when I ask him how she knows I love Nutella. I refuse to share them with him, but he threatens to skip my orgasm tonight if I don’t, so I relent and give him one. We both know there’s no way he’s skipping my orgasm, though.
He fucked me before hitting his gym this morning and he fucks me again before I go to bed.
Jameson leaves me after we have sex to go and do some work, but before he goes, he asks me about my mom. She returned just before lunch, packed her belongings, told me she’d come visit again soon, and left.
