Page 43 of Burn With Me

A cry leaves my throat as he enters a third finger, stretching my walls and making me feel impossibly full. I’m riding his fingers now, my hips jerking over his cock. “I want to make you come.”

“Keep riding me like that, and you’ll get your wish,” hegroans against my shoulder. His teeth gently scrape against my skin, as if he’s holding himself back from sinking them into my flesh.

My hands lift to tangle in my hair, pulling it up to bare my naked back to him. Letting go of all abandon, I let whatever comes to mind fly out of my mouth as I fuck his fingers and ride his cock through his pants. “I want you to make me come, then I want you to get undressed and fuck me.”

He grips the skin of my hip and says, “No, Little Ember.”

Thinking it’s just another way to get me to talk, I ask, “No? No, as in, not now? Or no, as in, never?”

My hips jerk as my breasts bounce in the air. The hand that isn’t fucking me wraps around my shoulder, pulling me down into him with every thrust of his cock into my backside. I feel in control. It’s like he’s caught up in howI’mmakinghimfeel, and he’s getting pleasurefromme instead of only giving ittome.

“No, as in, not tonight. I want to savor this moment. There will be time for other things.”

I can feel my orgasm beginning to crest, but I still need just a little more to push me over the edge. My hand snakes down to where his thumb is pressing against my clit, and I begin to rub my fingers over his digit, using him to fuck myself harder.

“Fuck!” he shouts, hips shuddering against me as he comes.

The fact thatIdid that to him, before he could get me off, allows me to let go. Crying out, I come as his fingers sink into me as deep as they’ll go, and I press his thumb against my clit as hard as I can.

My hips slow, eventually coming to a stop with his fingers still buried inside me. Sinking back against his chest, I let out a little giggle at his harsh breathing against the crook of my neck. “I made you come.”

“Proud of that, are you?” He sets his chin on my shoulder and slowly pulls his fingers out.

“I am.” Even though I can’t see, I spin around to straddle his lap and lean down to lay my head on his chest.

His arms wrap around me as he lays back against the pillows on the couch, legs stretched out as he holds me to him. Our hearts beat erratically, thumping against our chests like drums, trying to create their own music together.

“You know…I’ve never been able to get off with someone other than myself,” I mumble against his shirt.

His fingers start to draw lazy patterns on my skin. “I’m honored you agreed to let me help.”

Something seizes behind my ribs as Jackson flashes through my mind unwittingly. “Are you okay with me seeing someone out there? Do…do you have someone you go home to?”

His answer is immediate. “There’s no one I go home to, Little Ember. But if someone out there catches your fancy, he’s a lucky man to have your attention. I’m not the jealous sort. In here, you’remine.”

I wonder at his words, my head warring with my chest over how I feel. If I’m his in here, I’m beginning to wonder if out there…I’m Jackson’s.

The building that houses Tailor Industries is a giant, futuristic architecture with mirrored windows and darkly painted steel beams.

Still riding Cloud Nine from my weekend at the club, and from the fact that Chris is leaving in three days, I spontaneously decide to stop by Jackson’s work to surprise him. But from the look the woman at the front desk is giving me, it’s going to be harder to see him than I thought.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” she asks in a snobby tone. Her unimpressed eyes take in my outfit before she clicks something on her computer. I’m wearing a cream knit dress withtan suede boots that reach my thighs. The late-spring air is starting to turn—not quite warm enough to put away my heavier clothes in favor of lighter ones, but enough that wearing dresses is no longer uncomfortable.

“Ginny. He isn’t expecting me, but-”

“Jackson doesn’t take unsolicited visitors, and he’s in the middle of a very important meeting,” she interrupts me as though she’s on a first-name basis with him.

And who knows, maybe she is.

Jealousy flits through my chest as I try to smile nicely and calm my temper as I read her name plate. “Nikki, is it? If you just call up there, I’m sure–”

“It’s a no from me. Sorry. You’ll have to wait until he’s off work when the rest of the other kitty cats come sniffing around,” she drones on as if bored by my mere presence.

The fact that she put me in the same category with all the other women vying for Jackson’s attention pisses me off. Seconds away from saying some not-so-nice words, I pull my phone out and type out a message to him instead.

Parole officer here for random check-in. Your guard dog won’t let me up.

Not even ten seconds go by before Nikki’s desk phone rings. She barely gets her greeting out before abruptly halting as her eyes whip to me. “Absolutely, of course, sir. I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

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