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Marge places a hand on my shoulder. “Bear just pulled up with the truck. Let’s get you both home.”

Jim helps me into the back seat, then climbs in. Marge twists in the passenger seat as she buckles her seat belt and glances back at me. I offer her a weak smile and she only turns back around when Jim sidles up to me.

Bear pulls away from the curb and I can’t help but lean into Jim’s strength as the truck bounces along. I am safe with him—tethered to him.

Jim lowers his face until his mouth is near my ear. “Are you okay?”

I lean my head against his and close my eyes. “Yes. You’re here, so I’ll be fine.”

The silk of my dress moves in tandem with the sway of the truck, my breasts bouncing without a bra to hinder their movement. It would’ve been weird for Jim to buy me new underwear and I hadn’t wanted any lines interrupting the lay of the dress. Plus, my tits are so small it didn’t seem worth it to wear one. I was fine for much of the night, but now I feel exposed.

I look up at him and his eyes are dark, heavy-lidded and hungry. With his cap gone and his hair freshly cut, it’s impossible to miss the sharp lines of his face. It’s almost criminal for his lips to look so soft, and my gut twists with an answering hunger when he growls softly.

My nipples are hard and aching, and I press them against his arm, hoping the pressure will ease at the touch. Is he hard? I want to see, but I’m afraid to look. If he is, I’ll probably moan and end up drawing attention from Marge and Bear.

But the truck lurches to a stop a moment later. Marge turns and smacks her husband’s arm. “Easy on the brake there.”

I chuckle and Jim shifts to open the door then offers his hand to help me out. I scoot across the seat and place my hand in his as I step down and onto the asphalt. “Thank you both for the ride home.”

“Hope ya feel better,” Bear says.

“Thank you.”

They pull away and Jim places his hand on the small of my back as we walk to the front door. Inside the house is dark, and my heels click against the tile as I step into the kitchen. Aspirin, water and a couple of hours of sleep are needed before I head over to Inara’s. Nothing like coming down from an adrenaline dump. I sway and clip my hip on the corner of the island. After the sting subsides, I hold my hands out, searching in the dark until I finally reach the cupboards. “Um, where’s the aspirin?”

My skin heats when he reaches past me, his body pressed against mine. His—holy shit—erection presses against my ass. My back arches and I moan, my lips parted and hungry.

He stills.

The spicy cinnamon smell of Jim’s cologne fills my nose, the dampness of his hot breath a brand on my neck. His body is taut as if he’s afraid to move, but his dick twitches against my backside and I lean into him, picturing the veins running along the length of his dick. I want him inside me so bad it verges on need.

Jim spins me around, then pins me against the counter. “You going to tell me what exactly happened at the party?”

I blink rapidly. This isn’t where I thought it was going. “I told you already.”

He moves closer, pressing his body to mine. “Yeah, not buying it. Gonna tell me the truth? Or you going to make me drag it out of you?”

A small moan escapes me, and he looks down, making me shiver. I could do with a nice distraction and, considering his dilated pupils and shallow breaths, I may be able to distract him from this line of questioning as well. So, I reach up and grab the back of his head, pulling him down as I crash my lips to his. My teeth sink into his bottom lip before I graze my tongue against his teeth, begging for access.

Jim’s massive hands grab at my breasts, kneading them hungrily before traveling to my sides. His fingers claw at my dress, hoisting it over my hips as he parts his lips, allowing me to explore his mouth, his tongue.

He pulls back a little. “Do you want me to stop?”

I reach down and grab the hard bulge between his legs and squeeze hard. “Don’t you dare.”

His palms pull me into his massive frame as he grinds himself against me, kicking my legs apart with his. My arms press against the granite to steady myself. My body shakes as his hand travels between my legs, his thick fingers stroking the moist skin of my lower lips.

I moan, needing more. “Take me.”

Sweeping me up into his massive arms, he carries me across the space to my favorite place in this house, the bay window nook. He places me on the edge of the cushioned seat, my back propped up by the cushions and sprawled before him, dress hiked up around my waist. His fingers dip into my hips, and I raise one leg to give him better access. He steps between my knees, spreading me wide so he can look down at my wet thighs and hungry center. I arch my back and lift my hips, moving back and forth on empty air until his eyes blaze.

Jim practically rips his buttons loose in his rush to undo his pants. I’m not much help. The best I can do is make desperate little noises in the back of my throat while I part my lower lips with my fingertips. Jim’s eyes darken to nearly black. As soon as he pulls his heady, throbbing dick free, he’s pushing forward.

He sinks deep inside of me in a rush that drags a sharp cry from my lips. I gasp and grip the cushion as my body stretches to accommodate him. He leans over and thrusts again, so tight, so deep, I can feel his balls brush my buttocks. It would be so easy to come from just the feel of him filling me, making me whole. My inner walls spasm around his iron length, and my nails rake his skin.

Jim groans as his teeth graze over my neck and bite my earlobe.

“I saw you,” I say, unable to recognize the wanton desire in my own voice.

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