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“Is that what you really want, baby? Do you want me to leave?”
She hadn’t expected him to take her seriously. She’d only been trying to get him moving along, to quit dawdling.
“No. I’m just…”
“Anxious?” he helpfully supplied.
She clenched her eyelids shut and admitted, “Yes.”
Jackson’s lips against her forehead forced her to open her eyes once more. His gaze held a wealth of tenderness. Butterflies came to life inside her. An entire swarm of them fluttered around in there.
“I like you like this. Anxious, wanting me. I’ve wanted you for months, but you were so damn good at evading me.” He paused as if carefully choosing his next words. “Rushing isn’t an option, baby. I like to take my time with a woman. A good, long time.”
“You talk too much, Jackson. That’s always been your downfall. All talk, no action.”
“You’re mean when you’re horny.” He grinned and let his gaze travel over her torso. “Fuck, you’re a vision. I think I’d like to keep you for my pet.”
She smacked him on the chest. “That’s the most sexist thing I’ve ever—”
He effectively cut her off with a press of his lips to the pulse in her neck.
“Oh, my God,” Grace moaned as she dug her fingers into his closely cropped dark hair, holding him firmly while he suckled her skin. She ached to feel those lips and that tongue lower. Much lower.
As if she’d spoken the thought aloud, Jackson inched downward, touching off several spasms as he went. Air brushed against her stomach, and she realized he’d somehow managed to unbutton her blouse and pull it down her shoulders, exposing her torso. When his tongue flicked over one hard nipple through the soft material of her bra, Grace nearly shot off the couch. She forgot her misgivings. Her body craved his touch. It’d been so long since she’d had sex. So damn long since she’d derived any real pleasure from a man’s body.
As if afraid she would break, Jackson lightly ran his tongue back and forth over her areola seconds before sucking her nipple into his warm mouth, satin and all. He hummed in satisfaction, and the raspy vibration of his voice tormented her. Somehow Grace found herself sprawled, Jackson’s hands on either side of her body, effectively pinning her to the cushions. He surrounded her. His lethal strength and intoxicating scent filled her vision and her senses.
While he switched to the other breast, Grace marveled at his patience. He sipped at her skin and toyed with erogenous zones she hadn’t been aware she possessed. When he appeared to be settling in for a damned meal, Grace urged him lower with a tug on his hair. He obliged and moved his loving torture south. Her body reacted with a flow of moisture to her center. Every inch of her was ready for him to take her. To fuck her. He’d be hard and savage; she knew it in her bones.
“Please, Jackson.”
A grunt was the only indication he’d even heard her plea. By tiny increments, he tugged her slacks down, and with each piece of flesh he exposed he sprinkled her with kisses. By the time the material was all the way off, Grace’s pussy throbbed.
He sat back on his haunches, his gaze devouring her. “You don’t wear panties?”
Grace didn’t like embarrassment, and at that moment, she seemed to be swimming in it. “Wow, pretty observant. No wonder you’re the VP.”
“All night you sat here chatting with Jordan and you weren’t wearing panties.” He passed a hand over his face and grumbled, “Damn, Grace. You sure know how to drive a man crazy.”
“Oh, gee, such a sweet talker you are.”
He reached down and cupped her mound. “You’re a real smart ass. One of these days I’m going to spank you for it too.”
“Spanking my ass. Sounds kinky.”
“Who said anything about your ass?” he growled. “I think I’d rather tie up these pretty tits and spank those instead.”
His words brought an image to her mind, a totally forbidden image. Her clit swelled. She tried to maintain her cool composure, but when his middle finger found its way through her curls and sank all the way to the knuckle inside her heat, she gave up any pretense of control.
“Mmm, just look at you. Your cunt is ripe for the plucking. I think I’m going to really enjoy making you scream with pleasure.”
When a second finger joined the first, her hips began to move, matching his pumping rhythm. After thrusting several times, Jackson brought both fingers all the way out. She wanted to beg him to come back, but her words died on her tongue as she watched him suck her juices off each digit.
“Tangy, but I’m going to need a little more to be sure.” He spread her wide and dipped his head between her thighs and swept his tongue over her swollen clit.
Spicing up her sex life sounds exciting…until the fantasy hits the fan.
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