Page 22 of Hidden Heart

She opened the condom and placed it over the head. With slow deliberate movements, she rolled the condom down his shaft, enjoying the long hiss he released as she reached the base of his dick.

Once finished, she sat up and gave him a cocky grin. Something about him gave her the nerve to be daring, to do things she’d dreamt of but never tried before.

He pulled her to him and kissed her again with a new fire. Without breaking free from the kiss, he brought her up to straddle him.

She needed no instruction. She guided him into her and groaned into his mouth with the full sensation he caused. Stilling her movements once she was fully seated to adjust, she then rocked her hips, rubbing her clit against his pelvic bone. His hands remained on her hips while she ground into him, and he licked her nipple. A long, tongue-dragging lick.

Up and down on his shaft, she rode him hard, searching for the fulfillment only he could give her. He threw his head back, and she kissed his neck, sucking gently before he yanked her away by her hair. The pain came quickly, but the look in his eyes soothed it away.

“Ask before you come,” he directed her.

Instinct made her want to disagree, to declare her freedom…but the tingling inside her at his instruction hushed her brain.

His eyes warmed at her agreement, and the tingling intensified. A dark storm swirled. His pleasure drove her own deeper. She didn’t understand the mixture of the emotions rattling through her.

She continued to bounce up and down on him. He captured both her nipples in his hands and began twisting them with gentle pressure. The bite ignited her, stripping away the last bit of hesitation. Her breasts were still sensitive from the crop and clothespins; his slight touch drove her to the edge.

“Can I?” She dug her nails into his skin.

“Can you what?”

“Can I come?” she growled.

He laughed. “I’m sure you can. I’ve seen it.”

Her nails dug deeper into his shoulders, her frustration building.

He released one nipple and reached between their mingled bodies, flicking her clit as she continued to ride him.

“MayI come!?” She panted and ground her hips into him harder, her eyes rolling back from the pleasure. She teetered at the brink and wouldn’t last much longer.

“Yes, you may,” he called out and found his own release as she bucked against him with all the eagerness of a predator. She screamed out her orgasm. His chest vibrated against her as he roared out his orgasm. Clutching to each other they moved in unison as their orgasms tore through them, each lending strength to the other until they fell limp with exhaustion.

When the waves passed, she fell onto his chest, her head resting in the crook of his neck. They panted and wrapped their arms around each other.

Beneath her cheek, his heart beat strong and steady—just like him.

“Jess?” Royce searched her face. “You okay?” He wiped a strand of hair from her eyes.

“Yes,” she answered and moved from his lap.

He sighed. “You don’t have to talk about it yet if you don’t want to, but don’t lie to me. One more, and you’ll have your first punishment.” He leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Are your breasts sore?” He turned to examine her.

“No, I mean, yeah, a little, but not bad.”

“You did extremely well.” His dimple appeared again.

“Thanks?” She’d never been complimented after sex before and wasn’t entirely sure how to respond.

“I want to ask you something, and I’d like your honesty.” He pulled away from her and held her chin in his fingers.

She searched his face for a hint at what he was about to bring up. “Okay. I’ll try.” She took a deep breath and waited.

“Why did you become a paralegal instead of going into publishing? There has to be a reason.”

She wanted to pull away from him, to ignore the question. Feelings didn’t work well for her and trying to talk about them only made it worse.

“It just wasn’t for me,” she said, avoiding his gaze and focusing on his chin.

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