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“Damn you.” I squeeze my thighs together.

“Darlin’,” he growls and shakes his head. “You’ve got to stop. I don’t have any willpower when it comes to you.”

I yawn and stretch in the bed. “Okay. I’ll be good, but don’t let me sleep too long.”

My eyes flutter shut, and every ounce of tension from the day creeps up on me. I snap my eyes open. “Would you hold me? I promise I’ll be good. But it’s been a long day, and I missed you.” I blink back tears as they threaten to spill and show him just how weak I really am.

“Zoe, I’d do anything for you.” He kicks off his shoes and removes his jeans and T-shirt, crawls into bed, and pulls me close to him. Not close enough. I fling myself halfway over him and finally relax when my leg is intertwined between his and his arm is slung over my back. “Better?”

I nod and close my eyes while listening to his heartbeat. He’s real. He’s here. He rubs his hand in slow circles, caressing my flesh. As I drift off, I remember the contract, but I can’t get my mouth to form the words. I didn’t realize how much I needed to sleep.

Chapter Forty

Zoe

When I wake up, my eyes pop open, and I swipe the spot next to me, searching for Jace. His hand grasps mine as his warm chest rises under my palm. Thank God. For a second, I thought the last few days were a dream and the days before were a nightmare I was going to be forced to relive. He raises my hand to his lips and kisses my fingertips. “Did you have a good rest?”

“Yes.” I prop my elbow on the mattress and turn sideways to study him. His eyes are soft from sleep, his chin and cheeks are covered in stubble, and he looks good enough to eat.

Which is not a bad idea. I withdraw my hand from his grip and slide along his chest and down to his abdomen, caressing the sprinkling of curls above his navel. “Did you rest?”

“Actually, I did. It’s been a busy few weeks and haven’t slept well since leaving Saint Lucia.”

“Me, either.” I bite my bottom lip and slide my fingers under the waistband of his jockeys. As I brush my thumb over the seam of his dick, I smear the pre-cum in a circle, feeling him harden even more.

“You’re supposed to be relaxing and taking it easy.” He lifts his hands and caresses my cheek. “I promise. I can survive not having sex with you.”

I lick my lips as I caress his shaft, loving the feel of his heat and strength against my palm. “But I can’t. You need to strip.”

“You need to stop.”

“I can’t.” I sweep back the comforter and pull down the white underwear.

When the air hits his cock, it jerks toward me, and he groans. “Baby, this is about you.”

I ignore him and trace my tongue along the outside of his shaft, greedily tasting and exploring his body and loving his response to me. I want to know that he’s as desperate for me as I am for him. I need to know that. Want isn’t a strong enough word for the desperation I feel. I need to know that he can’t survive without me.

After wrapping my hand around his thickness, I lean over him, engulfing his heat in one motion. As I take him inch by inch into my mouth, I gag over the fullness.

“Jesus.” He grips my hair and holds my head in place. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come in your mouth and make a fool of myself.”

That’s too bad. If my mouth wasn’t full, I would’ve said the words, but I’m not about to let up at this point. I crawl to my knees and furiously suck him off while working my hand up and down his length. The sounds of my mouth moving over him has desire coating my sex. Gagging. Spitting. Licking. His moans intensify as I squeeze my thighs together.

“You’re killing me,” he groans the words out, drags my panties down, grips my thighs as he hauls me over him, using one hand to smash my ass toward his face and licks my pussy from hole to clit and back. My eyes roll back into my head as his dick slips from my mouth with an audible popping sound.

“God, that feels so good.” I rotate my hips to increase the friction.

He lifts me until I’m hovering over him. “I want your pussy on my face, so drop down and enjoy. And when I say drop down, I mean, spread your legs wide, and shove your cunt in my face.”

Oh, lord. I do what he says because I’m not an idiot. His tongue works in and out of me in a furious motion as he slurps in an attempt to clean my desire, but it’s futile as each lashing of my slit brings on a new wave of excitement. He wraps his arm around my leg, shoves me forward, where his tongue is deep inside my pussy, and twists his fingertips over my clit.

“Fuck, yes. That feels so good,” I whimper as my legs shake in anticipation. I’ve never wanted to come so bad and make it last for hours at the same time.

His cock jerks in front of me. I was supposed to be….

He clamps his arms on my thighs, holding me in place. Oh, fuck it. I raise up, brace my hands on his thighs, and enjoy the ride. My moans and whimpers fill the room as his intensity increases.

As I grow closer to climax, I’m groaning so loud that my throat hurts. But it’s so fucking worth it. I don’t want him to stop. He turns his face sideways. “Darlin’, I want you to fuck my face. Drown me with your pussy. Do you hear me?”

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