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  He grins. “Yeah?”

  “That’s why it was so much harder not to look at you. I never stare at the guys anyway, but you—I wanted to see all of you, and I had to resist.”

  He crushes his mouth to mine, kissing me like it’s a claiming, hot and fevered, sending me into a frenzy. My hips rock up against him, and we have to get naked soon or I will die.

  He knows it, too, because he pulls away from me and stands, kicking off his flip-flops. He’s only wearing a T-shirt and swim trunks that don’t hide how aroused he is. “You can look at me now. I’m fair game.”

  “Take your clothes off, please. I’m begging you.” I scoot back on the bed, resting on my elbows, gawking happily.

  “This is just for you,” he says, all rough and husky.

  “Just for me,” I repeat as if I’m in a trance, hypnotized by his body, which I can finally relish.

  He grips the bottom of his shirt with crossed hands then strips it off in one quick move.

  “Oh God,” I gasp. “You’re beautiful.”

  I’ve seen him shirtless before, but this is brand-new. It feels like an unveiling, a private show. I have the one and only seat, and it’s front and center. I gaze at him with ravenous eyes, memorizing the firm shape of his pecs, the muscles in his arms, the grooves of his abs.

  The V.

  Dear God, the V. My mouth waters. I lift my fingers. I have to touch him. His lips curve in a grin. He knows I’m on the edge.

  “Take your shorts off,” I tell him, my voice like a feather as my eyes roam over him, finally free to enjoy the view. And, oh hell, do I enjoy him.

  He cocks a brow. “Are you sure?”

  I howl with frustration. “So sure. Please. Just please take your clothes off.”

  I’m begging, and I don’t care. I want him naked. Every glorious inch.

  He hooks his thumbs into his shorts and waggles his eyebrows. “More?”

  “All. The. Way.”

  He laughs and pushes them down.

  My mouth waters. His dick should be illegal. “Oh my God,” I mutter in admiration as I stare at his hard, impressive length. Long, thick, and proud. It points at me.

  Jones grips his length, stroking slowly, squeezing the head.

  I spin around and crawl to him, a wild woman on her knees for the man she wants. Like that, I wrap a hand around him, and he growls. The skin is hot and smooth, like steel and velvet. The sound he makes when I touch him seems to reverberate in the room. I waste no time. I lower my head and take him in my mouth.

  “Fuck, baby,” he groans, threading his fingers in my hair.

  I flick my tongue over the head, sucking him, savoring the salty, delicious taste of his cock.

  “Jillian.” My name is a warning. I don’t heed it. I suck harder and tighter, trying to bring him deeper. But his hands push my shoulders, gently shoving me off him. “If you keep doing that, I’ll come too soon.”

  “I want to taste you coming.”

  “I want that.” He dips his face to mine. “More than you can know. And I want to taste you, too. I want to eat you, spread you open, and devour you. But I need to be patently honest right now.”

  I tense. “Yes?”

  “I have wanted to fuck you for so long that what I want more than anything is to slide inside you and make you come like that.”

  Somehow, I’m even wetter. That heavy aching pulse throbs between my legs. I wrap my hands around his neck, yanking him close as I whisper my deepest wish, “Please fuck me.”

  17

  Jones

  My three favorite words ever.

  Jillian begging me. Jillian asking me to take her. The woman I’m crazy for is wildly aroused.

  Everything about her turns me on to an insane degree. But I find it incredibly problematic that she’s still dressed, so I solve the clothing issue in seconds, stripping off her shorts and her panties as she takes off her top.

  Then she’s spread out and naked before me on the bed. “Jesus Christ, you’re gorgeous. Hotter than I ever imagined.” I savor the view of her perky tits, her trim, tight belly, her long, lean legs, and that thatch of dark hair that points home. My whole body is buzzed, bursting with adrenaline.

  Faster than I can run a forty, I grab a condom from my wallet on the floor, roll it on my eager dick, and kneel between her thighs. “Spread your legs, baby.”

  There’s no shyness in her. None at all as she lets her knees fall open for me. She’s bold and confident, and it makes my skin sizzle. What makes me even hotter is how she stares at me—but now it’s all of me, with wide eyes and permission. It’s fucking awesome, not because I’m so vain I need the confirmation, but because it’s her. There’s nothing sexier than the woman you want admiring you as if you’re the object of her fantasies. She can objectify me all night long if she wants.

  I love what I’m seeing, too. A groan rumbles up my chest as I learn how wet she is, how slippery she feels when I glide two fingers over her pussy. She rocks up into my hand and parts her lips. Please, please, please.

  I do as I’m begged, rubbing the head of my dick against her slick opening.

  “Yes,” she moans, and it’s as if the word lasts for days.

  I sink inside a few inches, shuddering as sparks tear through me from the first touch. This is better than all my dirty dreams of her, and I’ve had thousands. Hell, it’s eons better than every time I’ve jacked off while imagining how it would feel to bury myself in her.

  There is nothing, nothing at all, like the real thing.

  She ropes her arms around my back, looks up into my eyes, and whispers, “All of you. I want all of you.”

  An obliterating wave of lust rolls over me as I sink into her, savoring the heat of her pussy, filling her completely. Sensations fire off in my body, like fireworks every-fucking-where. She’s so warm, so tight, and I can’t believe I’m finally having her.

  This is where I want to be, and it’s tremendous. Our eyes lock for a few seconds, and we’re silent, but it feels like we say everything—Finally. At last. I’ve wanted this. I've wanted you.

  The last unspoken word echoes between us. You, you, you.

  Then, we fuck.

  We don’t go slow. We don’t ease into it. We’re off to the races, and she goes wild beneath me, arching and thrusting. She drags her nails down my back, scratching me.

  It makes my blood run hotter. “Leave marks, baby,” I urge.

  She scratches harder, and I love the wildcat in her. Love that she wants to claim me in her own way.

  I love, too, how she gives herself to me so openly. How she has no hang-ups now that we’re finally tangled together. Swiveling my hips, I push deeper into her. She moans her approval. I do it again. She moans even louder. Her nails dig into me.

  “Like that,” she pants.

  “Just like that.” That’s the pace I keep up, the rhythm she seems to need, the angle that sends her pitch rising.

  And it makes my name rush from her lips in a filthy moan.

  I hear my name said all the time. It’s announced during games. It’s uttered on TV. It’s mentioned constantly on sports radio.

  Never has my name sounded as good as it does tonight. “Jones . . . so close . . . I’m so close.”

  The fact that she’s nearly there already triggers a fresh round of lust in my veins. Unleashing several hard, fast pumps, I drive into her, and she cries out, louder each time.

  Raising her knees higher, she opens herself more. I wrap a hand around one knee, pushing up her leg, making even more room. She quivers, her shoulders trembling, her eyes squeezing shut. Her mouth, her lips, her beautiful face—I can’t stop watching as the beginning of her orgasm radiates through her.

  Another gasp. Another groan.

  Then, the barest whisper from her—coming—and it sends a bolt of heat to my groin as I give her everything she needs, taking her to the edge.

  The sound of her climax is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. It’s hotter when she digs her na
ils in as she keens. That trips the switch in me. Pleasure barrels down my spine, and I don’t hold back. There’s no need to anymore. My vision blurs, and my world spins out of orbit as everything turns white-hot.

  I come hard, my orgasm reverberating with an intensity that feels like the end of time. Ecstatic oblivion, and worth every goddamn second. I collapse onto her, her arms still banded around me as we both breathe as if we’ve run a race.

  Her hands move up my back with gentle strokes. She runs her fingers through my hair. She dusts a kiss to my sweaty forehead, whispering my name once more, a quiet murmur in the night.

  As she glides her hands over my skin, the part of my brain that can still construct sentences is telling me that I could get accustomed to this, to her.

  I don’t want this to be a one-night stand.

  18

  Jones

  “Hey.”

  The word is soft, but insistent. I’m still in an orgasm haze, even though I’ve already disposed of the condom. “Yeah?”

  She runs her hand down my arm, and hell, do I ever love that she’s using her permission slip at last. She can keep those hands on me all night long. I fucking love how she touches me, how much she wants to explore. She makes me feel like a cat, arching, purring, asking for more.

  Turning to her side, she props her head in her hand, resting on her elbow. “We should talk. Don’t you think?”

  “Sure.” I still sound groggy, but it’s just the drug wearing off. The drug of her. Sobriety doesn’t interest me, though. I need another hit. I kiss her neck, inhaling her clean skin.

  She wriggles against me, gliding her hands over my belly. “Mmm. You’re distracting me.”

  “I’m good at that.” I nibble on her earlobe, flicking my tongue against her red cherry earrings. “These are sexy.”

  “Thank you.”

  I run my hand through her silky hair. “Your hair is sexy.”

  She smiles. “Thank you.”

  “You’re sexy.”

  She smiles, then wiggles her eyebrows. “And to think I was positively sure you were pretty much a blonde or bust type of guy.”

  I scoff. “Well, you were wrong.”

  “I suppose I was. What a surprise. A welcome one, since I didn’t think you were into me.”

  Time to roll my eyes like I’ve never rolled them before. “You find it surprising that I like you? After we just fucked each other’s brains out?”

  A faint blush spreads over her cheeks. “Maybe.” She shrugs.

  “Fine. One roll in the hay isn’t enough evidence for you, so clearly we’ll need to do it again.”

  “Well, duh.”

  “But maybe you’re right. Maybe fucking each other senseless isn’t proof enough, because I sure as hell thought you would never give me the time of day.”

  “Seriously?” Her voice goes soft. “I was never mean to you.”

  “I know. You were always good to me. But you were also so tough when I tried to flirt with you. When I did things to get your attention. You were so impervious. So professional.”

  “I thought it was all just a game. Just you being your playful self.”

  “You did?”

  She nods. “I figured the towel drop and the flirty comments were just who you were. And if I let myself think they meant anything more, I’d have been an idiot.”

  “They meant more,” I say.

  “But I had no idea.” Vulnerability flashes in her irises. “I had to be strong. I had to be professional around you.”

  “Why?” I prop my head in my hand, mirroring her.

  “I couldn’t risk letting on how I really felt.”

  A cocky grin spreads on my face. I poke her shoulder. “Admit it. You do like me.”

  Nudging my side, she whispers, “Obviously.” She winks. “I mean, obviously I like the orgasm you just gave me. That’s what I wanted to say.”

  I flop my head dramatically on the pillow and mime stabbing myself in the heart. “I’m wounded. She only wants me for my dick.”

  She bends her face to mine and brushes her lips over my jawline. “I like you and your dick, and I’d like more orgasms.”

  “Good, but I’m still filing a report on you.”

  Flinching, she pulls back. “For what? For sexual harassment?”

  I laugh, my head shaking vigorously. “No. God, no. I wouldn’t even joke about that, not in this climate, and not ever. And it’s a damn good thing we work together, not as one person under the other.”

  “But I was just under you.” She gives a sly little wink, and I’m loving this new side of Jillian. It was there all along, and even though she’s been professional, she’s definitely been playful with me at times. But now with the clothes off, the sassy flirt I’ve seen hints of has fully emerged.

  I move over her, pinning her beneath me, my palms planted flat by her shoulders. “And you will be under me again,” I say, and she lets out a sexy little murmur. “But mostly I was going to file a report to put myself on the injured reserve, because I think you sent me into an orgasm coma there.”

  “One orgasm is all it takes to induce a coma? You’re easy.”

  “Easy? Hardly. I still can’t function fully because of the magnitude. It was like a nine-point-eight on the Richter scale.”

  If I thought Jillian had a great smile, I was wrong. She has a magnificent smile. She has a heart-stopping smile. Because now I’m rewarded with the biggest grin in the world. “Hmm. That does sound rather intense,” she says. “Is there anything at all to do to revive you?”

  I pretend as if I’m devoting deep thought to the topic. “More sex, for starters. A blow job, possibly. Maybe let me go down on you.”

  “I don’t believe I was stopping you before. I think you’re the one who wanted to skip straight to the main attraction.”

  “Woman, are you challenging me? I will go down on you right now.”

  “You will?”

  I nod. “Why do you act like that’s surprising?”

  She quirks up an eyebrow. “Because I probably taste like a condom?”

  “There’s really only one way to find out.”

  I slide down her body, bring my face to her sweet paradise, and give her a kiss then a lick. There is a faint taste of rubber, but it fades in seconds and I’m left with the delicious taste of her. Sweet, salty, sexy. She tastes like the woman I’ve wanted to touch so badly. The woman who just came hard underneath me. She moans and moves, arching her hips against my face as I flick my tongue, as I lick long, devouring lines up her hot, wet center.

  Twisting and writhing, she’s like a belly dancer as I eat her. She can’t lie still, and it’s fucking fantastic because it makes me work harder, it makes me keep up with her as she rocks into me, tangling her hips and legs around my face. I swear by the time she’s nearing the edge, she’s practically on her side in some bizarre new position.

  “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she cries out in a chant, yanking me closer, coming on my lips.

  Afterward, she murmurs for several long seconds as I untangle from her, rolling her to her back. “Damn, you get into it.”

  She flashes me a satisfied smile, her eyes still glossy and hazy. “What can I say? I kind of like everything you do to me.”

  “Kind of?”

  “Kind of a lot.”

  “Good, because I’m going to do that again, and soon. You taste like perfection. But I also would like to fuck you.”

  I bring my hand to my dick and stroke. Her eyes drift down and she stares hungrily. “That’s so hot,” she whispers as I run my hand along my length. “I want to watch you do that someday.”

  “Yeah? You do?”

  She nods. “I’ve gotten off to that.”

  My eyes bulge. “You have?”

  “Sometimes I picture you touching me, but one of my go-tos is imagining you’re doing the same. That you’re jerking off to thoughts of me. I imagine you in your shower, getting off as you picture me. And that pretty much makes me come in seconds
.”

  I swear my dick grows impossibly harder as she says that. Harder and insistent. I let go and yank her up on all fours. “Then I will make sure you get to watch it someday, you sexy, pervy, perfect woman. But right now, I need to get inside you again.”

  She lowers herself to her elbows, lifting her fantastic heart-shaped ass high in the air. Damn. “You have the best ass I’ve ever seen,” I tell her, swatting her cheek.

  She lets out a sexy yelp, and I bite down on the soft flesh. My reward is a long moan, and I find another condom quickly.

  Once it’s on, I grab her hips and shove into her. We groan at the same time.

  “You look so fucking hot like this,” I tell her as she turns her face, watching us from underneath me. That sends a wicked charge down my spine as I pump into her, setting a relentless pace.

  “So do you. You look so good on your knees fucking me deep.”

  “Jesus. What a filthy mouth.” I’m burning up. Her shamelessness turns me on even more, makes desire prickle all over me.

  I fuck her like I’ve always wanted to. With her offering her body, giving herself over.

  Soon enough, she grabs at the white sheets, curling her fingers around the fabric, losing control in a beautiful orgasm that lasts for ages. Mine stretches on and on, too, as I join her on the other side.

  Minutes later, she’s still breathing hard as she runs a hand through her hair. “You’re like an animal.”

  I blow on my fingers and rub them across my chest. “I will take that as a compliment. And I’m sweating now. And thirsty. Thanks for the workout.”

  I head to the bathroom, pour a glass of water for myself then one more for her, and return to the bed, offering a cup to Jillian. As we drink, my mind trips back to earlier in the night, something I heard her friend say.

  “What was the deal with your buddy and the elementary school? The water pipes or something?”

  She scoots up against the pillows, setting her glass on the nightstand. “He does press for the local NBA team and they pay for sporting goods and things like that at one of the inner-city schools. From what he was hearing, it sounds like the water pipes burst and the summer program for the fourth-grade kids who go there will be closed unexpectedly tomorrow. They have teachers to supervise the kids, but nowhere to go.”