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He plants a scorching kiss on my lips to keep me from arguing and plunges his tongue in my mouth like he owns me—mind, body, and soul.
In this moment, I think he actually might.
He begins moving his fingers in short strokes, never going more than knuckle-deep. I don’t miss his smug smile as I squirm against him, my body begging for release.
In need of a reprieve, I rest my head against the back of the couch. My eyes fall shut as I focus on my other senses. I listen to the quickening of Jack’s breathing as he toys with me. The smell of my arousal fills the air, and I welcome the taste of cinnamon and bourbon as Jack brushes his tongue against mine. Just as I think I’m regaining some control, he thrusts his fingers deep inside me.
“Fuck,” I moan loudly.
“It’s mesmerizing to watch you lose control, baby.” He speaks softly. “You’re going to come for me now.”
His order leaves no room for argument, and after a few strokes of my clit with his thumb, I detonate like a bomb. Tremors course through my body as my orgasm rips through me.
“You’re such a good girl,” he praises while stroking my hair. “I think my new favorite pastime is making you come.”
My rapt attention stays focused on Jack’s fingers as he brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean. He flashes me a wicked grin while he groans, like he’s savoring a delicious treat.
“You’re such an ass,” I say teasingly.
“That’s true, but that didn’t stop you from coming around my fingers,” he replies with a smirk.
I avert my gaze to the TV, not able to believe that really just happened. Jack gives a lighthearted chuckle as he shifts his attention forward.
As we go back to watching the movie, I see we’re at the part where the Grinch’s heart grows three sizes. It has me wondering if it could be possible for my grumpy, closed-off boss to have feelings for me.
11
JACK
THIS IS MY FAVORITE DREAM. Presley’s full lips wrapped around my dick, her soft moans filling the room.
“Rise and shine, sleepyhead,” she purrs in a sultry voice.
I furrow my brow, thinking that’s odd. She doesn’t usually speak in my sleep.
I don’t think I’m dreaming.
My eyes fly open to find Presley positioned between my legs. She’s stroking my shaft, her tongue twirling around the crown like she’s licking an ice cream cone.
“Good morning, little vixen.” My voice is still raspy from sleep. “You’re a goddamn vision with your mouth on my cock.”
She hums around my dick in response, lapping pre-cum from the tip. I wind my fingers through her hair, thrusting myself further into her mouth, and I grow stone-hard when her wet pussy brushes against my leg.
“Be a good girl and straddle my thigh so you can ride me, baby,” I command.
She doesn’t hesitate to obey, never taking her mouth off my cock. I push her head down, urging her on. I groan when she takes me to the back of her throat and cups my balls with her hand, squeezing lightly while sucking me off like a champ.
Fuck, she’s going to be the death of me.
She unabashedly rides my leg while she blows me, angling her cunt so her clit rubs against my skin. Her high-pitched moans tell me she’s already close to orgasm, and I’m right there with her.
“Presley, I’m going to come,” I grunt.
I release her hair, giving her the chance to pull away, but when she shoots me a mischievous grin, I blow my load and watch in fascination as she eagerly laps up every drop. My cock springs free from her mouth with a loud pop when she’s finished.
There’s no doubt about it. Presley Stafford is my goddamn kryptonite.
“How come I don’t get that kind of wake-up call every day?” I wink.
