Page 2 of The Billionaire's Knight

“I’d love to, Jase.”

One side of his mouth lifted. He turned, placing his hand at her back, then led her through the shadows toward another door. The noise of the party faded behind them. He found an unlocked door and held it open for her, allowing her to proceed him into the room.

“Give me a sec, and I’ll find the lights,” Jase offered.

“Leave them off.”

“Hard to pour us a drink if I can’t find the liquor,” he countered, pushing the door shut.

She let his jacket fall then stepped into him, pressing her body firmly against his. She skimmed her hands up his chest to catch his shoulders and lifted up as he leaned down. Their lips met, brushed, skimmed, then crashed back together. Teeth nipped. Tongues soothed. Then mouths opened and every nerve in Gwen’s body came awake.

Jase gripped her hips, jerking her closer until she felt the pulse of his erection against her stomach. His hands moved along her back until one slid up into her hair, cradling the back of her head, urging her impossibly closer. His kiss robbed her of thought, robbed her of the need for oxygen. Robbed her of everything but the incredible need for a man she still hadn’t really met. When he released her mouth, she leaned her head back, gasping for air and felt her dress glide to her feet when he put space between them.

“God,” he moaned reverently. “I knew you’d be beautiful.” He shook his head as his gaze ate her up. “You take my breath.”

Then they were even.

She reached for him again and found herself lifted and pressed against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist and speared her fingers into his hair in a bid to urge his mouth back to hers. His hands were everywhere. Each touch left a trail of fire to burn her desire higher. She ground the drenched gusset of her panties over his length then cried out at the feel of him there.

“Jase!”

“Fuck,” he growled.

His knuckles brushed over her panties. She heard the rasp of a zipper, the rip of material, then Jase drove his cock inside her. His lips swallowed her cry. He thrust hard, fast, his shaft hitting deep and filling her. Each stroke rubbed her walls, the bulbous head dragging back to her entrance before he forced it deep once more. He fisted a hand in her hair, the other gripping her ass as they fucked. His mouth trailed sucking bites along her neck, and she knew her skin would bear proof of their liaison long after the night ended.

He dipped lower, teasing her nipples through the lace of her bra then sucking them hard, the wet material adding to the erotic play. She was so close, and as if he knew it, he used his grip on her ass to lift her a bit higher. Just enough so every swing of his hips had his groin rubbing against her swollen clitoris.

She buried her head against his throat, biting down on cloth-covered muscle as her pussy clenched tight around his pistoning cock, drenching him as pleasure ripped through her. He joined her with a low groan, his dick jerking inside her as his cum mixed with hers.

They panted. His head fell against her neck as tremors wracked her body. When thought returned, it brought the brutal reality she’d just had unprotected sex with a stranger. She groaned. She’d never had unprotected sex. Never. And she was due for her birth control shot again soon.

Her brain scrambled to bring her calendar to mind so she could be sure she hadn’t missed scheduling it. God knew, she wasn’t as organized in her personal life as she was in her professional one. Plus, it had been so long since she’d had a man in her life or sex that birth control wasn’t her top priority. Plus, there was that very basic tenet she’d always adhered to. Don’t have unprotected sex. Fuck!

“I’m clean,” she murmured into the silence, and he stilled, his softening cock still deep inside her. “And there shouldn’t be any permanent reminders of our…liaison.”

He growled, and for a moment, she thought he might be upset she wouldn’t get pregnant. That made no sense though.

“Hello,” she prompted when he didn’t comment.

He eased his hips from hers, his cock tugging free and allowing their combined releases to run down her thighs.

“I don’t have unprotected sex,” he snapped.

She merely lifted a brow, running her hand along her bare thigh and rubbing her glistening fingers together as his avid gaze took it in.

He turned and stomped across the room. Gwen tugged her ripped panties down her legs and used them to clean up as best she could.

“Here.” Jase held out a hand towel, one end damp. Her panties were taken as she used the towel. He was completely zipped and put back together. Even his hair refused to show the effects of her fingers gripping it in the throes of passion. She didn’t need a mirror to know she looked anything but put together. She felt the disarray of her hair. One breast was still popped out of her bra, and she wore only her shoes. She looked like a woman ravished, and god, she was.

A low hum filled the air, and he pulled a phone from his pocket and barked a greeting.

“What?”

She began putting herself to rights while she listened to him.

“When?” His gaze sought her out before he turned and walked into the shadows, his voice lowering so she couldn’t hear his side of the phone call.

She grabbed her dress from the floor and pulled it on, reaching back to work the zipper. Fingers covered hers as he did the honors for her. She glanced over her shoulder as he jerked his jacket from the floor.

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