CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“Daddy, can I have Frosted Flakes?”

He clicked the display on the TV. “It’s eight-thirty, Sun Bun. Aren’t you tired yet?”

Snuggled next to him on the couch, Jane chuffed a soft laugh. “Subtle.”

Hell, he was several blocks past the last exit to Subtle Boulevard at this point. He loved his daughter beyond reason. But the kid was going to be the death of him. Between the trip to the zoo and having Jane there, Sunny was in the running for putting the Energizer Bunny out of a job. Short of taking her out with a tranquilizer dart, it looked like she wouldn’t be down for the count anytime soon.

Jane shoved up from the couch and strolled toward the far corner of the room. The magnetic sway of her ass pulled him in like a tractor beam. Squelching a groan, he shifted his focus to the ceiling, praying for strength.

“Hey, that’s my favoritest!”

Sunny’s squeaky shout nabbed his attention and he lifted his head. His daughter was pointing to the picture book Jane held.

“Is it?” Jane inspected the dog-eared glossy cover, her eyebrows twin blonde arches. “Well, imagine that.”

“Can you read it to me and Skipper?”

“Hm, most certainly. But the best place to listen to a story is in bed. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Sunny’s features scrunched in deep concentration. A second later her eyes widened like she’d just been given the answer to all of life’s mysteries. She sprung up off the couch and grabbed Jane’s outstretched hand, happily bouncing as they trekked for the hallway.

Bemused, he shook his head. “The woman is scary brilliant.” He waited it out a few minutes, giving them time to get settled in Sunny’s room, and then loped up the stairs. Jane’s animated storytelling carried through the doorway. He paused, grinning like a fool at the different voices she adopted for the various characters. She was good. Hell, he was half tempted to go in there and enjoy the read-along too.

His horniness winning out, he strode to the master suite and fetched a couple of condoms and a vibrating cock ring. He’d never used it for anything other than solo play but he had a feeling it’d get the job done for Jane too. Discreetly tucking all items in his pockets, he ventured downstairs and curbed his restlessness by straightening up the family room.

Approximately fifteen long, agonizing minutes later, Jane reappeared. “She’s conked out. Man, I’d give my left boob to be able to fall asleep that fast.”

“Hm, since it’s up for grabs...”He tossed a stray Barbie into the mesh bin to join her buddies and tugged Jane into his arms.

She anted up a droll look as he cupped her breast. “I set myself up for that one, didn’t I?”

“Pretty much. So I’ve got to ask, how in the world did you know about the book?”

“That it’s Sunny’s favorite? Simple. It’s the most banged up out of the bunch. Meaning you either toss it at the wall a lot or read it to her often. Possibly both, now I think about it.”

“I’ll say it again, you’re scary brilliant, woman.”

“Not the worst I’ve been called.” Twining her arms around his neck, she rubbed against him. “Mm, is that a giant salami in your pants or are you just happy to see me?”

“I’ll leave that for you to find out.”

She bee-lined for his zipper. Although it about destroyed him, he stalled her short by covering her hand with his. “Not here. I have a special place in the basement.”

Her eyes widened. “Is it a sex dungeon?”

He muzzled his laugh so as to not wake Sunny. “Do I look like the type of guy who’d have a sex dungeon in his basement?”

“Do you really want me to answer that, Master Kink?”

“Touché.” He crooked his arm around her shoulder. “Come on, I’ll show you.”

He led her to the door off the kitchen and activated the lights for the lower level. Lacing their fingers together, he escorted her downstairs. Her chin nearly dropping to the floor, she stared at their surroundings. “I want to live down here. How much do you charge for rent?”

His man cave was his pride and joy and favorite place in the house. He had everything he needed to be, well, a guy. Projection TV with leather theater seating. Fully stocked bar. Arcade games and a pool table. “No charge for you, my little kink kitten. Ready for the best part of all?”

She gaped at him. “There’s more? Cheese Louise, you are Daddy Warbucks.”

He guided her to the separate room in the far back corner. She gasped, her focus glued to the indoor hot tub. “I’ve died and gone to heaven, haven’t I?”

Hugging her to him, he kissed her neck. “Not yet, but you will.”

“Someone sounds extra cocky.”

“Ten hard inches more than ready to make you come. Over and over.” He nipped her earlobe. “Although, heaven is too tame a word for the place I intend to take you.”

“Then maybe you better get that tub running so you can get me hot and bubbling.”

“We’re not using it right now. Maybe afterward.”

She craned her head to squint at him. “Meanie. Did you bring me in here solely to tease me?”

“Oh, I’ll be doing plenty of that. In there.” He jutted his chin toward the other door adjacent to them.

Frowning, she broke from his hold and sashayed forward. After shooting him a questioning look over her shoulder, she twisted the metal knob and disappeared inside the secret room. Her voice echoed through the wall. “You’ve got to be kidding. How damn rich are you?”

He stepped inside the space. “It wasn’t all that expensive to have it installed.”

She shot him a disbelieving look. “You have a Turkish steam room in your house. They do not sell these things at Home Depot.”

He shrugged. “You’ve got me there. But it’s completely worth every damn penny.”

“I have zero doubt of that.” She ran her fingers over the nearest lounging bench. “How long does it take to heat up?”

“The room? Or you?”

She rolled her eyes. “We both know the answer to number two.”

“A minute?”

“You’re being generous.”

He chuckled. “I love that you get wet instantly. As for the room, it takes a little longer than you to get hot. Not by much though.” He programmed the controls and crossed to her. She slipped off her shoes and he unsnapped her Capris. “Let me help you get out of these clothes. Wouldn’t want you to overheat before I’m inside you.”

“That’d be a tragedy.”

“You’re telling me. Can’t have the sauna getting all the credit.” He peeled her pants and bikini down while she wrestled with her top. Once she was completely naked, he stripped, unabashedly making a show of it while Jane visually devoured him. The hunger in her eyes? Best ego stroke in existence. He might not be a twenty-year-old stud anymore, but she made him feel like he still had serious sex machine potential. Fuck knows his cock was more than up for the challenge. He placed the condoms and toy on the edge of the bench.

Jane picked up the piece of silicone. “A cock ring?”

“I use it once in a while when I’m down here alone.”

“Damn. Thank you for implanting that tasty picture in my head.” She caught her bottom lip between her teeth. “Any chance of a demonstration?”

“Sweetheart, I think you’re about to get that.”

“No, I meant you.” She made a jerking-off motion, earning his eyebrow raise.

“You’re pretty good at that. Maybe I should have you do it for me from now on.” He skated his gaze over her luscious body. “Back to your question—only if you get those fingers busy between your legs for me.”

“You really want to see me play with my pussy?” She stretched out on the lounger. Batting her eyelashes seductively, she trailed her fingertips across her breasts and down her belly. “I can’t imagine what you could possibly get out of such a thing.”

His mouth dry, he rolled the snug ring onto his shaft. “Fingers on your pretty little clit. Now.”

“You are sooooooo bossy.” Plastering on a fake pout, she strolled her fingers lower. Snagging the corner of her lip with her teeth again, she complied with his demand. He blanked out for a second, completely enraptured by the sight of her glossy pink nails swirling along her equally pink flesh.

She coughed pointedly, drawing his attention to her smirking face. “Someone isn’t keeping up with his end of the bargain.”

Recalling their deal, he circled his dick with his fist and glided his hand upward.

She sighed. “You didn’t turn the ring on.”

“I’m saving that for you.” He kept his rhythm on his cock slow and steady—mostly because he didn’t want to prematurely wrap up this party before it got rolling—but he was also unconvinced that a man genuinely going to town on himself was remotely appealing to a woman. Yeah, they all claimed otherwise. Only because they saw the soft porn version of the act. The real thing? Significantly less dignified and not nearly as sensual as a woman masturbating. He licked his lips. “Make yourself come.”

“Sure, have me do all the hard work.”

“In case you didn’t notice, I’m working on getting things hard for you too.”

Her smoky gaze swept his cock. “So I see.” Though the soft moan that fell from her scorched his nerve endings, it was the vision of her fingers dipping inside her pussy that damn near busted his nuts. She shivered. “You have no idea how wet I am right now.”

He dropped to his knees in front of the bench. “Let me see.” The moment she lifted her hand he took a hold of her wrist, keeping her right where he wanted her while he sucked her fingers into his mouth. She made a breathy sound that about killed him. Releasing her hand, he pushed her thighs wider. Her bare, glistening pussy an irresistible enticement, he buried his face between her legs. He tongued the entire length of her slit and sucked her clit, pulsing it until the corresponding beat of her climax rewarded his efforts. He lifted his head. “I fucking love your pussy.” With that important declaration out of the way, he claimed a kiss.

She arched as his mouth traveled toward her jaw. “I think you meant to say you love fucking my pussy. Which is also a hint, in case you were wondering.”

“A plan I fully endorse. Give me a sec to get the condom situated.”

“Mm, please allow me.” She grabbed the Trojan. Depositing it next to her, she leaned forward, closed her lips around his dick, and clicked on the ring. Insistent vibrations hummed along his shaft, combining with the coaxing pulls of Jane’s mouth and the devilish glide of her tongue.

Holy hell. A self-administered hand job while he wore the ring didn’t remotely compare to the sensation of her blowing him. He combed the curtain of her hair aside, enabling him to better enjoy the view. “Look up at me. I want to see those beautiful lips wrapped around my cock.”

She honored the request. Her smoldering gaze eating him alive, she cupped his balls and softly sucked his swollen knob. Highly concerned he’d shoot before making her come again, he pulled away from her. Eyes glowing with excitement, she ripped open the foil packet. He briefly removed the ring, enabling her to sheath him with the Trojan. Once the silicone was re-seated, he grabbed one of the thick cotton towels from the rack, spread it out on the bench, and arranged her on top of it like a decadent feast. She offered him a vixenish grin. “Looking out for my back, I see. What a gentleman.”

“That, and things are about to get exceptionally wet.” He straddled the lounger and stroked her pussy, teasing himself as much as Jane, stoking the anticipation until it was a hot, burning flame consuming him. He positioned his cock and activated the ring before easing inside her a fraction. The need to bury himself deep taunted him. Leashing the urge, he leaned forward and took her hands in his, pinning them above her head. Holding her gaze, he sank into her, savoring the delicious moment.

The room had grown increasingly steamier in the last few minutes. A sultry blanket of heat seeped into him, more than likely part of the cause for the sweat dampening every centimeter of him. But the biggest reason was the woman staring up at him with an undeniable fuck-me-till-I-scream gleam in her eyes.

He’d been with a lot of women. Too many to count. None of them had left him discombobulated, fighting a losing battle for control. None of them twisted him inside out this way. Jane hooked her legs around his waist, locking him tight against her and increasing the intense pressure of the buzzing cock ring. If the vibrations were challenging his lasting power, no telling what they were doing to her.

Testing the waters, he swiveled his hips, deliberately grinding her clit with the nubbed end of the ring. She bowed upward with a gasp and he lowered his head, barely brushed her lips with his. “You’re going to completely lose it on me.”

“I...” She swallowed, her gaze unfocused.

He tightened his hold on her wrists and pumped into her, slow and shallow, keeping the friction on a steady simmer. Their slick skin glided together, increasing the humid temperature billowing around them. Her breath snagged in her throat, body trembling. So close. He could feel the desperate anticipation cresting inside her as if it occupied his being too. Her impending climax belonged to him. It was the center of his universe. Nothing existed but the need to make her come.

Shaking, she strained upward to meet his thrusts, nails digging into his knuckles. He circled his hips, buzzing her clit just right with the vibrating ring. She bucked against him, the dazed, shivery look on her face confirming she’d hit the plateau. Her pussy gripped him tight, a fierce shudder rolling over her. Concentrating his efforts on her G-Spot, he kept pumping into her, insatiable for her orgasms, which seemed unending. She was soaking the towel, soaking his dick. He couldn’t get enough. Even through Jane’s laughing, sobbing pleas to end the exquisite torment, he was a fucking greedy beast and pushed her for more.

Tugging her hands from his grasp, she pulled him closer and kissed him fiercely, his name a muffled cry as she shattered yet again. His stamina was no match against the sucking pulls of her pussy this time. With a final thrust, he lodged deep inside her, his climax slamming into him with blinding impact. He nearly passed out from the shockwave of pleasure.

At some point, he regained his senses enough to register Jane stroking his sweaty back. Pulling himself together, he offered her a smug look. She rolled her eyes. “Okay, I loved it. Happy now, you arrogant bastard?”

He swept the damp strands of hair away from her eyes and brushed his mouth over hers. “Mm, yes. But that was only the appetizer.”

Her eyes widened. “I’d never survive another round.”

He peppered kisses along her jaw. “Oh, there’ll be more than one.”

“Are you trying to ensure I won’t be able to walk for a week?” She groaned, melting beneath him as he sucked the sensitive spot on her neck. “On second thought, walking is highly overrated.