Jasper’s bedroom.

We’re here, but I’m not sure how we got here, or when. I’m not sure when he picked me up from the carpet in the living room—he must have, because I don’t remember walking—and brought me here, my clothes still in a rumpled pile next to the couch. I wouldn’t have wasted time on walking, anyway. I would have taken the hallway at a run.

The memory of being in the hallway at all is lost in a haze of pleasure.

Jasper is relentless. When I think there’s no way I could possibly come again, he hooks his fingers inside of me, getting the right angle for that hidden place, and my body trembles and shakes with yet another release. How many times have I forced his name through gritted teeth? I’ve lost count.

Satisfaction blooms in my chest, the heat there expanding and consuming me, then starting over from an ember when Jasper puts his hand between my legs again. Or his mouth. Or his cock. 

The thickness of him is unbelievable. I’m no virgin, but I’ve never had anyone like him—not in my entire life. I had no idea this was what I’ve always been looking for—that stretch, that fullness, the way he takes up every available inch inside of me and then takes more.

I don’t know who I’ve become.

I don’t care.

All I want is more of him.

The light fades from the windows in Jasper’s bedroom, a fiery orange spilling across the walls. That’s how long it’s been. I missed brunch. I’m sure there are a thousand text messages from my mother, and a thousand more from Evie, wondering where I am.

The thought is barely a flicker across my mind, because I’m pinned to Jasper’s bed, my hard nipples making contact with the smooth, cool surface of his comforter. The thing must have an astronomical thread count. I only care about that because I’m sensitive, so sensitive, yet it’s enough to be pressed against whatever this luxurious fabric is.

My hands are crossed at the small of my back, held in place by one of Jasper’s. Stripped of his suits and his sweatpants and everything else, he’s still glorious, every muscle standing out in a way that sends a shiver of pleasure down my spine every time I look at him. He’s not overbuilt, but he is overpowering. He could choose not to let me get up, and I’d have no way to escape him. Far from making me feel trapped, though, the thought makes me feel…free.

Here, in his grasp, I don’t have to think about anything.

I don’t have to think about the building.

I don’t have to think about my mom and my sister, holding some kind of weird vigil now that I haven’t shown up for brunch.

I don’t have to think about the buildings I’m opening, the renovations, the contracts, the money.

I’m nothing but a creature of pleasure, bent over, spread wide, my wrists held in place by the only man I’ve ever trusted to do something like that to me.

And why? I have no idea. But I’m not going to think about it now.

Jasper takes me slowly, like he has all the time in the world. He fills me again and again, drawing himself out enough so that only the head of his cock is left inside me and thrusting back in. Every nerve in my pussy is on fire with it, melting over him, another wave of release building and building with every stroke.

This is going to be the last one—at least for tonight—and it’s going to be big.

My own voice breaks into the pleasure. How long have I been making that noise, somewhere between complete bliss and begging for more?

Jasper increases the pace, picking up the rhythm, and with his other hand he slips his fingers between my legs, fingertips searching out my clit. He barely touches me—anything more than a whisper of pressure is almost too much—and I’m rocketing toward that orgasm, that tsunami of sheer pleasure, so good it hurts. 

“One more time.” His voice is a low seduction in my ear. One heartbeat, two, three…and I’m coming on his cock as he goes in deep, his own orgasm taking him over, making his hips jerk against me.

It’s dark when we finally move away from each other. Jasper takes my hands and pulls me upright. My knees aren’t ready—they’re Jell-O as much as the rest of me—and I fall against him. He gathers me into his arms, a low laugh rumbling from his chest.

“What?”

“Why did I wait so long?” he says.

I roll my eyes, even if he can’t quite see my expression. “I have no idea. It was kind of ruining my life.”

“Oh, I doubt that. What could I do to ruin your life?”

“One thing, and one thing only.”

“Torture you by not having sex with you?” he teases.

“Bingo.”

“I think we made up for it.”

“Yes. Please don’t touch me ever again,” I deadpan. We both burst out laughing at that, and I step away from him, pushing my hair back from his face.

Jasper pads over to his bedside table, and his phone lights up in his hand. Then the rest of the room’s lights turn on. It’s a symphony of recessed bulbs and he adjusts them carefully, bringing them up slowly so I don’t have to run for cover as my eyes adjust.

“You really do have everything.”

He turns with a grin that has me wet. Again. After an entire day spent in his bed. Or on his floor. Lots of places, really, and I’m sure there are more in this penthouse. “I have two questions.”

“I might not answer either,” I drawl.

He laughs. “First, do you want to take a shower?”

“I think you’ve wasted a question on that. Look at me.”

“I’m looking at you.” His eyes flicker over my body, my nipples going hard again under his gaze. “Anyway, what’s your answer?”

“Yes. Yes. Shower.” He holds out his hand to me, and I take it with a little grin. The sweetness might be a little over the top, but I can’t get enough of it. Not now.

He leads me across the bedroom and down a hallway that opens into the most upscale master bathroom on the planet. Everything is gleaming, clean, tiled to perfection, and the shower could easily fit four people in it.

Jasper steps in and turns on the water, beckoning for me to follow. The rainwater showerheads make it feel like a tropical vacation, and I tilt my head back, letting the water work its way through my hair. 

“There’s one more thing I wanted to ask.”

I open my eyes, looking at him through the blur of the water, my core heating up. “Ask it.”

“Don’t go back to your place.” Jasper slides his hands around my waist, leaning down to kiss my collarbone. “Stay here tonight.”