CHAPTER TEN
WADE
“IF THAT’S HOW YOU PLAN on waking me up every morning, then I’m moving in today.”
What?
“You want to move in?”
I shake my head and grin. “It was just a joke. I’m not trying to rush anything. All I wanted was for you to give me a chance to prove to you that you are what I want, nothing and no one else. As long as I’ve done that, I’m happy where we are.”
One corner of her mouth tips up as she tries, unsuccessfully, to conceal a smirk. “While I do think it’s a bit early to be discussing living arrangements, I’m willing to admit I may be enjoying your company…a little.”
“A little?”
Liar.
She can’t maintain her straight face any longer and breaks into a grin. “A tiny bit.”
I shift so my growing erection presses between her legs and she groans. “Tiny?”
Her hands thread into my hair, and she pulls my lips down to hers. “Miniscule.”
A thrust and roll of my hips elicits a moan from her. I capture it with my mouth. She kisses me back and removes one hand from my head to shove it between our bodies. When her fingers curl around my cock, I grunt against her lips.
She grasps me with a firm grip and strokes the length of my shaft—up and down, up and down, up and down—until I’m practically humping her hand.
No, not like this.
“Stop.” I jerk my hips back and grab her wrist to still her hand.
A knowing smile spreads across her face. “What?”
“I’m not coming in your hand. I’m coming inside you. It can be another morning tradition.”
She giggles as I lean over to the nightstand to grab a condom. The pile of empty wrappers makes me smile to myself. And to think, a week ago, I was complaining about too much sex.
Never again.
As long as it’s with her, I’ll have sex a hundred times a day.
I suit myself up in record time while she lays back looking epically breathtaking in the early morning light.
How am I ever going to be able to look at her in court again without picturing her like this? I’ll have a perpetual hard-on.
“Turn over. On your knees.”
Her eyes twinkle, and I think she’s about to challenge me, but, instead, she licks her lips and flips over. When she raises her luscious ass into the air toward me, I have to bite my lip to keep from saying something very ungentlemanly. That’s for the future. I can’t scare her off now with talk of backdoor encounters.
I settle behind her and press my cock between her thighs, against the wet heat of her pussy. She shudders and shimmies further back, brushing my length against her clit.
“Mmm.”
We did hot and heavy and hard last night. This morning, I want to give her long, slow, and torturously sweet.
JOSETTE
He presses the head of his cock against my core and grips my hips. Instead of shoving into me hard, he ever so slowly eases his way in—inch by glorious inch.
“Holy fuck.” In this position, he’s longer, thicker, and deeper…so much deeper. He drags out gradually and sets an unhurried pace.
The languid drag of his cock is wholly unexpected after last night’s hard and fast sessions, but damn does it feel incredible.
So fucking good.
I clutch the pillows between my forearms and press my cheek flat against the mattress, angling my ass even higher and shifting his position slightly.
“Fuck yes!” He leans an arm down next to me and lowers his chest against my back. His warm breath flutters the hair hanging around my face. Fingers brush it away from my ear, and he slowly sucks the lobe between his lips before kissing my neck and retreating.
The long, lazy thrusts start a gradual building heat that spreads out from where we’re connected. His fingers dig into my hips harder, and I know he’s hanging on to his restraint by a thin thread.
He wants to unleash, but he’s holding back to give me what he thinks I need.
But what I need is for this orgasm to come, not linger on the edges just out of reach.
“Go!”
There’s a slight stutter in his rhythm at my words, but then he groans and slams back into me with enough force to rock me forward on the bed.
Yes!
It doesn’t take long for my orgasm to wash over me like a tidal wave. I cry out and clench around his cock. Four deep, hard strokes later, he follows me over the edge.
He collapses next to me and drags me onto my side, pressing his chest to my back.
“Wow.” It’s the only word I can manage to get out.
He barks out a laugh and rolls me onto my back before pushing up on one elbow. “I concur, counselor.”
I giggle, and he catches it with his lips, sucking out any breath I have left with the passion in his kiss.
Damn.
This man has managed to work his way into my heart in a matter of days. I just hope I’m not making a tremendous mistake.
He pulls back and frowns. “What just happened?”
“What do you mean?”
A hand moves forward to brush some hair away from my face. “You were here, then you were gone.”
Shit.
I don’t want to tell him what I was thinking. I’ve hurt him with my words enough already. But it seems I don’t need to voice my concerns.
He drops his forehead against mine and presses a chaste kiss to my lips. “I’m done with that, Jo. I’m calling Jason today and telling him I’m retired, okay. It’s just you and me from now on.”
You and me.
No sweeter words have ever been spoken. Although, if things continue down this road, I may be hearing the word “partner” said soon.
“You know, we are going to need a story about how we met.”
He grins and shakes his head. “No, we don’t. What I said at the party was true. You blew me away in the courtroom and caught my attention. We just won’t mention the way you blow me away in the bedroom, too.”
“So, you’re done with The Meat Market for good?”
He shakes his head, and my heart sinks a little. “No, what if we need some filet mignon?”
THE END…FOR NOW.