Page 48 of The Price of Forever

“Do you want to feel for yourself?” She surged to standing, reaching for one of my hands. She guided it beneath her tutu and between her legs, allowing me the briefest brush against the soaked crotch of her thong. The heat there threatened to unlock my beast mode. My fingers were glistening when she released my hand and sank back to her knees between my legs.

I groaned, my cock growing even harder. Not fair. “Oh my fucking God.”

She had a satisfied smile as she tugged down my pants, revealing the secret holster, my Glock, and my absolutely enormous hard-on. She gasped, looking up at me.

“Seven. I had no idea you were enjoying this so much.” She pulled my pants clear down to my knees and I removed the Glock from its holster, setting it aside. Her hands grazed the thick ridge of my hard-on, dancing over it so lightly my hips bucked automatically, seeking more.

“Don’t play stupid.”

“What?” She was trying her best to sound genuine, I could tell. But this was all a fucking act. It had to be. She dragged her thumb up the length of my briefs-covered cock, right over the damp patch of precum. She tipped her head as she watched my face for a reaction. I was trying my best to play it cool, even though I was seconds away from flipping her onto the velvet couch and fucking her brains out. This was her show—I was just a willing victim.

“You know exactly what you’re doing,” I bit out, my voice gritty from restraint.

“I’m working on new ways to make money,” she said, so sweetly that it couldn’t be genuine. And then she climbed up to straddle me again. Except this time, she plunked her ass down right on top of my cock and settled in. A low moan escaped her, her nipples tight rosebuds in front of me.

I was losing control faster than my blood was pumping to my cock. I cupped those perfect tits in my hands and leaned forward, covering one pink nipple with my mouth, then the other. Jordan gasped, arching toward me.

“You’re being a brat,” I said between lavishing attention on each nipple. “And you fucking know it.”

She bit at her lower lip, trying to hide a grin. “I’m not being a brat.”

I pushed my palms across the small of her back, and up the bumpy ridge of her spine. Then I tightened my arms around her so there wasn’t even a breath of space between us. Her tits smashed against my chest, her breath coming out in puffs against my chin. Her legs straddled me, her pussy right where it needed to be.

This could be fucking heaven.

“I just need to try out my new move,” she finally said.

I had to laugh at that. “Oh, you still haven’t shown me? After all that?”

“It involves the vibrator.”

I dove in for another kiss, capturing her lips and taking another juicy helping of her mouth. She melted against me, offering up her tongue and so much passion it nearly choked me. She clutched the sides of my face again as we kissed, growing needier and hungrier every moment.

“Oh, Seven,” she moaned when we broke for air and my kisses drifted down the side of her neck. I was a goner. Goodbye, any chance of escaping this room without fucking her. Goodbye, career. Goodbye, morals.

“More.” My voice was hoarse. I tugged on the end of her ponytail, exposing more of her neck as her head tipped backward. I latched on, trailing kisses along her neck. She started grinding on top of me, rhythmic and desperate. She whimpered, like she was already close. With how wet she’d been, I didn’t doubt she had a big need to satisfy. Just as big as my own.

“What’s your end game?” my voice came out almost a growl as I matched her movements. “You want me to fuck you in here?”

She moaned, digging her fingernails into the ridge of my shoulders.

“You brought me back here so I’d fuck you,” I confirmed. “You just want me to stick my huge cock in this little pussy, huh?” I wet my bottom lip as I pushed a hand beneath the tutu, desperate to feel that wetness against my fingertips again. To get a taste for myself. “Rub my cock over your clit. Push it in and out of that tight pussy until your whole body goes hot and you can’t see anything.”

She whimpered again, squeezing her eyes shut. “Maybe I do. And maybe you want that, too.”

I wanted nothing more. I’d sacrifice my career and my reputation for a chance to fuck Jordan. She’d blown the lid off, and there was no stopping me.

I slid my hand up her neck, framing her jaw with my thumb and finger. She was so beautiful. Even my wet dreams hadn’t been this hot. My other hand made contact with the slipperiness on her inner thigh. She rocked against me, moaning loudly.

“Please, Seven,” she begged.

Thump thump thump.

I fisted the tulle of her tutu, turning to look at the door.

Thump thump.

“Fuck.” She made no move, but a sigh escaped her. Clarity zipped through me—moments too late for my liking.

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