Page 22 of Chasing His Bride

I turn and hand him my card.

“What’s this for?”

“My contact details for sending the divorce papers through,” I say. “You need a way of contacting me.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I know you’re pissed off with me. And as you’ve got what you needed, I’ll bid you a good life.”

“No, I wasn’t pissed off with you. I just didn’t want to have sex with you in the car. I don’t know why, but I want you in my bed.”

“But the way you dumped me beside you.”

He shakes his head. “I know, but believe me, it wasn’t because of anything you said.”

“Then why?”

“Spend the night with me,” he says. “I just didn’t want it to end in a car.”

“Oh,” I whisper.

“Dinner first.”

After dinner, we weave through the throngs of people in the hotel lobby, my heart beating louder with each step we take toward the elevators.

“Let’s make the most of tonight,” he says, and I can’t help but feel a rush of excitement at the promise in his words.

I blush, feeling the warmth of his gaze as the car moves up and my eyes follow the numbers on the panel.

He stands close, his hand finding mine, squeezing it gently. The gesture is simple, but it sends warmth spreading through my chest.

Outside Jack’s room, he fumbles with his key card to open the door. I decide to take the lead and unzip his pants at the door.

Jack turns and grins. “Let me at least open the door.”

“I owe you one.” I laugh, trying to pull his trousers down.

I tuck my hands down his trousers, grabbing his hard cock. Something about tonight has ignited my primal need for him.

The door clicks open.

He stumbles in with me still clutching his cock, and we walk to the sofa.

“I need to eat,” I say, licking my lips and wondering where the hell I found my libido and my dirty mouth. But this man seems to ignite every nerve, every cell turning me from a simmering ember to a roaring fire.

Jack pushes his pants down his thighs and I don’t wait for them to leave his legs before I take his cock in my mouth. Smiling around it when I hear his throaty gasp.

I grasp his thighs as I take him down my throat, feeling his legs tremble against my hands. Humming away, my eyes close as I take him deeper than I ever thought I could.

“Look at me.” His fingers push back the hair on my face. My eyes open and I look up through my lashes at him. He is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and the way he’s looking at me is like I’m his queen.

“You are so fucking hot, you’re a goddess,” he hisses.

Queen... Goddess... I’ll take either.

“Mmm,” I murmur as I stroke his cock in my hand, twisting and turning as my tongue licks around the crown and down the shaft. My other hand cups his balls and I squeeze lightly. I don’t want to give him a hernia, but I want him to remember me. I want him to remember what I can do for him.

I draw him in my mouth again, sucking and licking away to the sounds of his deep moans. He’s so turned on that I’m turned on by his noises he makes, but also by his taste.

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