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Growling, he grips my hips, lifts me up effortlessly and impales me on his cock. I lock my feet around his waist and my arms around his neck. He takes a few steps to the couch and lowers us down so I’m riding him, still wearing my garter, stockings and heels. “Is this okay?” His eyes search mine.
“Yesssss.” I groan at the intense pressure as his thick shaft finds its way into my body.
I move from side to side, trying to work him all the way in, but he stills my hips. Presses his forehead to mine. I know he’s struggling not to ram himself all the way in, but he’s always got my best interest in mind. “Relax. Let me get you there.” He thumbs my clit. Rotates his hips. That’s all it takes. My body loosens and I cream around his cock, allowing him full access. He smiles a slow, seductive smile and starts to move. “Now you’re more than ready.”
Joar’s eyes flick from mine to the wall as we move faster. I look in the mirror at the single most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. His thick cock is buried inside my pussy. He controls my movements by rocking me back and forth by his hands on my hips. My breasts bounce to our rhythm. Nipples tight. Hair wild and tangled. Skin flushed.
Every one of Joar’s taut abdominal muscles ripple with each pass.
“I can go harder, JJ.” I lick my lips and grip Joar’s shoulders, knowing what he needs. Control. Intensity.
“Fuck, Clover. Take it. Take it.“ He slams me up and down on his cock, his fingers dig into my hips as he thrusts up to meet me. I’m so lost in the momentum. So full of him. Joar circles his hips. Rocks me. Moves me faster and faster.
My pussy is contracting and squeezing, I’m on the brink when he roars like a beast and, unable to hold off any longer, shoots hot come deep inside me.
Despite how many orgasms he’s wrenched from my body already, Joar isn’t willing to let up. He presses against my lower back so my clit hits his pubic bone while his cock still jerks inside me. “I know you’ve got one more, baby. Let me feel it all the way to your toes.”
The intense stimulation spirals me into yet another gushing release. I can hardly breathe. My heart races. I can’t even scream, I just melt into his strong arms. “I love you,” I whisper against his neck as I contract around him.
“I love you too.” He squeezes me tighter against him.
A few hours later, after a hot shower and another round, I pad out to the balcony in a fluffy white hotel robe. Joar leans over the handrail, wearing a towel and nothing else. Smiling at my arrival, he hands me a glass of champagne and clinks his to mine. “To a perfect evening.”
“To a perfect evening,” I agree, taking in his olive skin and muscled torso. I bite my lip. Look up at him from under my hair.
We each take a sip, but naughty grins overtake both of our faces.
Clearly, having the same thoughts.
It’s two in the morning. We’re exhausted.
Something tells me we’re not quite ready to sleep yet.
Chapter thirty-six
Joar
Christmas Eve
It’s eight in the morning on a crisp but clear Christmas Eve morning.
I wake up before Clover. Usually, I love to let her sleep while I answer email or take care of overseas business. Today, I finalized the arrangements I made for the day.
I’ve never had someone to spend the holidays with, and I intend on making the most out of any time we have. Create new traditions for the two of us.
The past couple of months have been incredibly busy, and we haven’t had more than a week at a time together since the gala.
We spent Thanksgiving in Seattle with Ronni, her husband Connor, and his family before I flew back to Australia for two weeks to finalize the transaction I started earlier this year.
Although Hollywood generally shuts down for the holidays, Clover’s in great demand right now, and as the release of The Boyfriend Experiment gets closer, she’s had a bunch of press commitments and a few exciting auditions to prepare for.
My plan was to stay in LA for the entire month of December, but a last-minute fire drill meant I was needed in New York, so Clover flew here to spend Christmas and New Years with me in Manhattan.
I’m stoked because nothing beats the holidays here, and I intend on showing Clover why. Maybe it will lead to a conversation about our living arrangement, if I’m lucky.
With my surprise arranged, I take out my special Post-it notes and a pen. Write out my instructions for Clover and attach it to the cup o’ joe I’m about to bring to her.
Building Lobby
