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“You have such good manners. Even when you’re begging.” He flashes a smug smile as I contract around his hand. Pushing in deeper, he curls his finger to hit my most sensitive nerves.
I arch to get maximum contact, but he withdraws.
I need this man.
He runs his cock through my wet heat, then pushes in, slowly, so slowly. I bite back a whimper as he fills me and I stretch to accommodate his length.
“Is that good?” He locks serious eyes on mine and I can only nod, my voice caught in my throat.
Moving in and out, he finds a good rhythm, and I match every thrust. Desperate for more contact, more heat, more force.
“You look so good riding my cock, baby.”
His voice is raspy, every muscle flexing, as he drives deeper and deeper into me.
“Fuck me…” I moan, scratching my nails down his back. My body’s on fire for this man, and I’m so close to shattering.
He drives in and out, harder and faster, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“Let go, vixen,” he whispers in my ear and I crash, my body unraveling. He follows my lead, spilling his release.
“Fuck, Ashton…” He murmurs into my hair, his hand tiptoeing across my chest, teasing at my sensitive nipples. “That was fucking amazing.”
I snuggle into him, his heart pounding hard against my ear. “Worth losing out on the pizza?”
“Probably…” His hand traces circles on my flushed skin.
I raise up, one brow lifting high. “Really? Probably?”
“Fine. Worth it.”
I arch a brow at him and his mouth tips up in a grin. “Okay, you drive a hard bargain. More than worth it.”
“That’s what I needed to hear.”
He pulls me in closer and I breathe in his scent, my heart rate beginning to come back to normal.
Jack drops another soft kiss on my hair, then whispers, “I may have even let you win rock paper scissors earlier. To guarantee I see more of you.”
A rush of warm happiness blooms in my chest and I’ve never felt more grateful for a blizzard in my life.
CHAPTER8
JACK
Hookingup with a beautiful stranger is the last thing I expected on this trip to Spruce Ridge. I wasn’t lying when I told Ashton it’s not something I usually do. I’m too damn busy for the whole hook up song-and-dance— I much prefer a steady relationship, ideally with another certified workaholic.
Ashton doesn’t strike me as the type. In fact, she’s not my type at all. She’s fun and flirty, carefree and sexy as hell.
Maybe this relationship could actually work out. Like an opposites-attract sort of thing.
No. The very idea seems ludicrous. I’m not the right guy for her long-term. Too particular, too demanding. I don’t have enough emotional bandwidth. And I’m certainly not father material.
“Jack?”
Her quiet voice rouses me from my thoughts. “Hmm?” Running my hand over her silky hair, I shove down the first pangs of guilt over what’s surely coming.
“Not to put you on the spot or anything—”
