After I finished washing the vodka off my face, I slipped out of my jeans and left them on the counter in the bathroom. I didn’t need them on anymore. Not with the way things had been heating up before I spilled the booze all over me.

It had been three days of nonstop flirting and messing around with my brother’s agent.

Three days of teasing.

I wanted this man, and tonight, I was going to have him.

I took a final peek at myself in the mirror, brushing away the fallen specks of eye shadow and fixing my eyeliner, and then I walked in the hallway and around the corner to the bedroom.

Jack was in bed, a blanket covering him from the waist down. He looked so incredibly hot. His chest was bare, extremely toned and defined. There was a delicious amount of scruff on his face, and he stared at me with a narrow gaze, those skilled, large hands resting over the comforter.

He wasn’t a college student.

He wasn’t a twenty-something dropout.

He was a businessman who had a real job, working with athletes and getting them signed to professional leagues.

Nothing was sexier than that.

Except for the way he was staring at me, like he wasn’t going to leave this room until he feasted on every part of me.

And except for the suit he’d worn tonight. It was navy, and he’d paired it with a crisp white button-down, a striped tie, and brown leather shoes.

He didn’t just act the part.

He dressed it, too.

“Get over here,” he growled.

I got to the end of the bed and said, “What are you going to do to me, handsome?” I smiled, excited to hear his response.

“I’m going to fucking devour you.”

I’d been wet since he started touching me at the bar. It was just casual then—a quick skim of his thumb across my cheek, a grasp of my thigh, a hold of my lower back. But, now, the anticipation of what he was going to do was making my body scream.

“You’re a naughty man, Jack Hunt.”

“Naughty doesn’t happen until I rip off those panties and put my tongue on your pussy.”

Oh God.

“Then, what are you waiting for?”

“Get on the bed.”

It was an order. One that was full of lust and passion and dominance.

I pressed my hands onto the mattress, and my knees followed. I began to crawl, and when I reached the halfway point, he gripped me under my arms and flipped me onto my back, moving between my legs.

“Yes,” I moaned.

He hadn’t even really touched me yet.

“I want your fucking pussy.” He tugged at the sides of my lace panties until there was a hole, and then he shredded them off me, his mouth immediately covering my clit. “You taste so good.” With one long stroke of his tongue, I heard, “Mmm, I can’t get enough of it.”

The back of my head ground into the pillow, my hands clenched the blanket, and I groaned. I couldn’t believe how amazing this felt, that a man’s tongue could feel as good as his dick.

Only one other guy’s mouth had ever been in that spot. Whatever he had done was nothing like what Jack was doing right now.

Just when I thought it couldn’t feel any better, he stuck a finger inside me.

I bucked from the sensation, the orgasm now within a few licks, and he was relentlessly swiping across my clit.

“More,” I begged even though I had no idea what more would even feel like.

He filled me with another finger.

His flicking then turned faster, the orgasm pounding through me. My body quivered with each ripple that passed, and I heard myself shout after every wave.

He knew when I’d calmed because he pulled his mouth away, and he flipped me onto my stomach, quickly jumping off the bed for a few seconds before he moved in behind me, his face leaning into my neck. “Did that feel good?”

“Yes.”

I heard the tearing of foil. “I can make you feel even better.”

I moaned again, unsure of how that was even possible. “Your fingers. Your tongue.” I shuddered. “If your dick is anything like them, I don’t doubt it.”

He laughed, and his whiskers scratched my cheek and shoulder, the skin so sensitive in those places that, “Ahhh,” came hissing out of my mouth.

After roughing them up, he kissed both spots, and then he slowly traveled down my spine. “Patience. You’re going to get what you want. But, right now, I’m still getting what I want.” He continued to go lower until he reached my ass where he licked around the edge, skipping the middle to move to the other side. “Fucking perfect,” he groaned, squeezing the bottom of my cheeks with his hands.

I gripped the feather pillow so hard.

Jack was so giving, so attuned to what I wanted, what I needed.

I’d never had anything like that before.

Nor had I had this kind of teasing, waiting for a surprise every time his mouth landed on my skin.

And it all felt so unbelievably good.

“Do you want me?” His voice vibrated across my skin.

That was the hottest question I’d ever been asked.

His lips were at the top of my ass, moving toward my side.

“Yes.”

In fact, I couldn’t remember the last time I had wanted something this badly. My pussy was throbbing, there was pressure in my clit that needed to be released, and I couldn’t get the thought of his hands and tongue out of my head.

“Then, tell me, Samantha.”

He licked me again. This time, in the middle of my back, followed by a kiss and a quick swipe of his tongue.

“Oh God, Jack.”

“Is your cunt nice and wet for me?”

I didn’t even have to check. I could feel it on my inner thighs and on the blanket as it rubbed against me. “I’m dripping.”

“Mmm, that’s just what I want.”

I barely had time to take a breath before his cock was at my entrance, and it was plunging straight inside me.

“Ahhh,” I moaned so loudly.

He was so large, so hard, and he moved with so much force and speed. After several thrusts, he slowed, pulling all the way out, pausing for several seconds before going back in.

I could feel the build coming on right away, especially as he twisted his hips when he was completely buried, reaching a spot no one had touched before.

That triggered a whole different kind of pleasure.

“Jack…”

“I fucking love it when you say my name.”

“Harder,” I demanded.

His face was in my neck, and I felt each breath he took, each groan, each nip he bit along my ear. “You’re so tight, you’re squeezing my tip every time I pull out.” He held my hair in his hand and used it to lean my head back, giving him more access to my neck. “Do you want to come again?”

“Yes.”

“Then, beg me.”

My clit was grinding against the blanket. His cock was so deep inside me, there were sparks pulsing through my body. I was seconds away from losing it, and I swore, he could tell.

“I want to come,” I cried. “Please, Jack. Oh God, please let me come.”

“Those are the words I wanted to hear.” His speed doubled, and so did his strength. His hips twisted in a circle as he got to the base, thrusting right back in when he reached his crown. “Your pussy is squeezing my cock, so I can feel how close you are.” He put his mouth to the side of my face. “Fucking kiss me.”

I turned my head, and I was immediately hit with his lips. His tongue touched mine, and the most sexual taste filled my mouth.

I didn’t know how, but his power became more intense, now reaching the deepest part of me.

“Jack,” I moaned.

This orgasm wasn’t as quick and sharp as the first time he’d gotten me off.

This time, it was a slow, violent flare that didn’t rush. It gradually dragged through my body, giving pleasure to each of my limbs before it sat in my navel and caused me to tremble.

“Fuck yes.” He pulled his mouth away but stayed close, his teeth gnawing on my shoulder. “You’re going to make me come.”

I began to meet his strokes, my ass pushing back every time he slid forward, the orgasm still working its way through me.

“That’s it, baby,” he urged. “Just like that.” I met him again and again until I heard him yell, “Samantha! Fuck!”

I loved how sexy he sounded as he came.

I loved how his strokes turned more aggressive.

And I loved how we both stilled at the same time.

Staying inside me, he kissed across my cheek until he reached my mouth where he moaned, “You’re fucking incredible.”

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