Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61440 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61440 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“But hot.” I reach down to rub his erection through his boxers.
“So hot,” he echoes, grinning as he tugs the sock out and tosses it to the floor.
Laughing, I pull him down for another kiss, but soon nothing is funny. Soon, I’m lost, yearning and aching and so desperate for him that the moment he reaches for a condom from his desk drawer, a sob of relief bursts from deep in my chest.
“Oh yes, please.” I reach down, helping him roll the latex down his fever-hot length. “Inside me, Jack. Now.”
“Yes, Ellie, yes.” He drives home with a groan that so perfectly echoes the mixture of bliss and relief coursing through me that it opens the floodgates. As he begins to move, sounds pour from my lips—words and moans and not-at-all restrained cries that fill the air as he takes me there.
There.
Oh, God, right there, the place where I’ve only ever been with him, this man who plays my body like a musician who’s studied his instrument for years, learning all the secrets that make it sing.
“So good,” I gasp, nails digging into the tight muscles of his ass, drawing him closer. “So damn good.”
“You make me crazy, El,” Jack growls against my mouth as he drives into me harder, faster, building the tension low in my body. “God, baby, I can’t wait to feel you come. To feel you lose control on my cock.”
I whimper in agreement as I hang on tight, bracing myself for another out-of-body experience. And then Jack slips his hand between our sweating, striving bodies, applying the perfect amount of pressure to my already humming clit, and I’m spinning.
Soaring.
Spiraling.
I come apart, shattering into a thousand glittering shards that catch and reflect and magnify the bliss pulsing through my body until it’s almost too much.
Too intense, too sweet, too perfect.
By the time Jack shoves deep, coming with a groan that makes me feel powerful in a way I never dreamt a man’s orgasm could—I did this to him, I made this incredible man fall apart—my throat is tight, and tears are stinging the backs of my eyes.
I wrap my arms around Jack, swallowing hard, fighting to regain control before he notices my emotional meltdown.
But I should know better. Jack doesn’t miss a beat.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, gently cupping my face. “Fuck, I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
I shake my head and force a soft, “No.”
“Then what is it?” He brushes his thumb across my bottom lip. “You can talk to me, El. I’m not going to bite.”
My lips twitch up at the corners. “Not true.”
He smiles. “You know what I mean.”
“I know.” I blink fast as I lift one shoulder and let it fall. “Nothing’s wrong. Everything’s good. Too good, I guess. I’m not accustomed to super magical nuclear powered fab-gasms. Caught me off guard.”
His grin stretches wider and his chest puffs up, making me laugh.
“Oh man,” I say with a sigh. “Your ego just grew three sizes, didn’t it?”
“Like the Grinch’s heart when he brought back Christmas,” Jack says, summoning another giggle from my lips and banishing the last of the tension. “But I’ll try not to be too insufferable about it. Though, I would like ‘Super Magical Nuclear Powered Fab-Gasm Giver’ in my obituary. Could you arrange for that to happen?”
I nod and promise seriously, “Absolutely. Though, I may have to make an anonymous tip to the paper to avoid traumatizing my brother with my dark sex secrets.”
Jack’s smile dims a watt or two. “Yeah, there is that.”
“There is, but we don’t have to talk about it.” I curse myself for killing the mood with a dumb joke.
“No, we don’t,” Jack agrees, his eyes narrowing on my upper lip. “What do you say we forget about Ryan and Eric and work and go grab a drink somewhere fun? Preferably somewhere with a rooftop bar and a killer view?”
“Sounds great,” I say. “Except for the Eric part. I have nothing to wear except my suit.”
Jacks makes a scoffing sound. “Easily remedied. We go to your place first, then we go out.”
My brows lift. “You’re willing to come all the way to Queens for me?”
“I’d go a lot farther than Queens, baby,” he says, leaning in to press a slow, lingering kiss to my lips. “Can you say the same about Vin Diesel? I think not.”
My heart starts beating faster again, but lust isn’t the only thing pumping through my bloodstream. There’s something sweeter mingled in with the physical longing, something that makes me feel warm from head to toe, even though I’m not wearing a stitch of clothing and Jack’s office is always cooler than the rest of the floor.
“Then let’s get going,” I murmur against his lips. “There’s a great Indian place on my block called Masala. Best naan in the five boroughs, and the owner’s daughter plays ukulele on Tuesday nights.”