Page 48 of Tempt Me

Jase kisses my neck and down to my breasts. “Control is overrated,” he says, pinning my hands up over my head. “I like you better on your knees.”

I start to sink to the ground, but he holds me up. “Not today,” he growls. “As much as I love your mouth, I want to come with your cunt clenching tight around me.”

“You’re the boss.” I smile, teasing, and he smirks.

“Yes, I am. And don’t you forget it.”

He grips my hips, lifting me effortlessly so my legs are wrapped around his waist. I feel him nudge against me, and then he’s sliding deep, pinning me back against the wall with the force of his cock.

Yes.

Jase pistons into me, rubbing high inside my walls, right there at my sweet spot. I could throw my head back and let him have my way, but a spark of rebellion makes me pause.

Slowly, I clench around him, milking him out with my tight inner walls.

“Fuck,” Jase groans.

“Is that a good ‘fuck’?” I tease, squeezing him again.

Jase answers with a punishing kiss, and then he’s thrusting deep again, hitting me just right. My control disappears in the spray of hot water, and with the relentless surging of his cock. I don’t care who takes the lead, I just need him hard and thick, right there.

“Jase!” I moan, my body riding to him. “Fuck. Harder. Oh God!”

He slams into me and I shatter in another epic orgasm, screaming his name. Jase pulls out and sets me down just as he comes—groaning as he spurts a milky torrent over my breasts and belly, marking me with his seed.

I catch my breath. We’re both gasping, and I can’t believe that just happened so fast—or that it felt so good.

I slowly get to my feet again, rinsing off under the spray. “If that’s how you get ready for work, count me in,” I joke, when I regain the power of speech again. “I need to take up... what is it you do again? Something with research, right? You never said.”

I look to Jase for a smile, but he shuts off the water and grabs a towel without a word. “You can let yourself out, right?” he says.

I pause. It’s like the shutters just came down, and I don’t know what happened.

“Sure,” I say. “But don’t you want to—”

“I’ll call you later,” Jase interrupts. He exits the bathroom, leaving me wet, naked, and totally confused.

What just happened?

I grab a towel and start to dry off, wondering what set him on edge. I know he said he had to run to work, but I didn’t think ten minutes of fun would make a difference. Now I wonder if I just screwed up—or if he’s trying to give me a hint about sticking around the morning after.

I hear the sound of the door slam. He left without saying goodbye.

Unless you count the amazing orgasm.

I shake off my doubts. I’m overthinking this. We’ve spent one night together, and sure, it was the most epic night of my life, but that doesn’t mean anything. If he’d wanted to kick me out, he would have. Instead, he just fucked me seven ways to Sunday in his luxury shower.

Take the win, Chloe.

I laugh, my spirits restored. This is one thing in my life I shouldn’t overthink. So what if Jase isn’t whispering sweet nothings and cuddling late in bed?

I prefer it when he talks dirty and fucks me into the mattress, anyway.

*

I dress and head home, stopping by Max’s apartment building on my way back to leave the ring in an envelope with his doorman. Maybe it’s the coward’s way out, but he’s still in New York on business, and I don’t want to be carrying that thing around for a moment longer—especially thinking about how much that diamond is worth.

I check my messages, but he hasn’t called. I feel bad for breaking things off over voicemail, and I know there’s a difficult conversation ahead when he’s back in town, but still, even the thought of his disappointment can’t kill my good mood.

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