Page 37 of Hidden Heart

They were talking about strangers, weren’t they? They had no idea if they were even right about her motives or his reaction. But Royce seemed content to wait here out until she responded.

“Yes, Royce. I understand.” She pointed to the driver. “I think he wants to be paid.”

“Are you wearing your plug?” He handed over a few bills and opened the door. He wasn’t even looking at her when he asked the inappropriate question. “Jessica?” He stopped her from stepping away from the cab once she was on the sidewalk.

She sighed in frustration. “Yes. And you could have asked before there were other people in earshot.”

“I could have.” He shut the door to the cab and slid his hand into hers. “But I love the way you blush for me.” He kissed her cheek and opened the door to the restaurant.

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“I’m just saying,he thinks more of you than a friend.” Royce nodded to his doorman as they made their way through his lobby.

“Royce, I don’t want to talk about this. Alex is a friend. A really good friend, and that’s it. I have never seen him as more than that, and he’s never acted anything but friendly. Stop being jealous.” She pressed the button to call the elevator.

He gave a laugh. “I’m not jealous. I’m only stating a fact, and it was Kelly who started this conversation.” He dropped his smile.

It was her turn to laugh. “Of course, she did!” Kelly would be mortified if he knew she was as envious of Jessica as Alex probably was of Royce. Jessica knew Alex didn’t see her in the same friend light as she did, but he wouldn’t let that ruin their friendship. And she wouldn’t either.

When they stood outside his apartment, he turned to her and captured her shoulders in his hands. “Are you ready, Jessica?”

“Royce. We’re in the hallway.” She looked over her shoulder.

“And there’s my blush.” He opened the door to let her in.

Royce hung their coats in the front closet and instructed her to go into the living room and remove her clothing. No matter how many times she’d followed the exact same instructions, each time gave her a little thrill. It wasn’t until he joined her in the room that her anxiety surfaced. When his eyes roamed over her naked body, a tiny part of her doubted herself. One touch from him, as simple as a fingertip on her shoulder, and the doubt shattered, leaving only the two of them in the room.

He sat on the couch and crooked his finger at her. “Come here.” He helped her lie over his lap, her head resting on the couch cushion, and her ass lifted by his knee. She buried her face into her hands while his fingers trailed along her thighs, up to her bare bottom. “Such a beautiful ass.” He cupped her cheeks. “It’s even more beautiful with this plug in it.” His fingers tapped on the plug, sending a surge of desire through her.

Her cheeks were pulled apart by his hands. Everything he did was with purpose- to bring her pleasure, but beneath his prying gaze she became skittish. Slowly, the plug was turned. To the right, then the left. With a calculated movement, the plug slid out, and as it was to be fully removed, it was thrust back in. She grunted from the force.

Again, it was pulled out then pushed back in. “Royce.” She wiggled her ass. The need was growing with each teasing thrust of the plug.

“I’m right here.” One hand slid beneath her and flicked her clit. “See, here I am.” She pictured him grinning down at her with his evil smile. He enjoyed torturing her, teasing her until she was sure she would burst at the seams. “Are you ready for me? Are you ready to take my cock in your ass, Jessica?” Another thrust.

She decided to go with honesty. “I don’t think I’ll ever be ready for that.”

A harder shove on the plug. “Are you scared?” A slow pull on the plug.

“Nervous. Not scared.” A gentle thrust.

“Why is that?” The plug twisted as he pulled it back.

She lay over his lap, naked, while he slowly fucked her ass with an anal plug, and he wanted to have a conversation? “I know you won’t hurt me, not really—so I’m not scared. Just a bit nervous because I don’t want you to be displeased with my inexperience.” The plug stilled. After a moment of silence, she snuck a peak over her shoulder.

“I don’t think there is anything you could do that would make me displeased with you.” He trailed his hand down her back until it was on the plug. “I’m going to take this out now.” And, with one easy movement, the plug was gone. “Get in the bedroom, Jessica.” His voice was raw and stern, yet gentle and warming.

He didn’t wait for her to get into the room before he entered, instead he followed, hot on her heels. “On the bed, down on your elbows, and keep your ass in the air. Spread your legs.” All business.

His belt buckle jangled as he worked it open. Her cunt clenched in anticipation with the quick jerk of his zipper. The first drops of the sticky lubricant fell on her ass, slipping down between her cheeks and over her already wet pussy.

“Such a good girl.” His fingers ran up and down the cleft of her bottom cheeks, rubbing the lubricant into her ass, pushing one into the already opened entrance. She looked back at him. He was watching her, his hand, slick from the lube, ran over his cock. Her eyes were glued to his actions. Long slow strokes of his hand lubricated his impossible erection.

Resting her forehead on the mattress, his finger pressed against her untouched entrance. The first finger slid easily inside, then two and three were moving inside her.

She gasped.

“Steady, Jess.” His fingers pulled free of her, and the tip of his cock lined up with her next. “Push back toward me, pull me in. It’ll make it easier for you.” Both hands were on her, pulling her cheeks apart as the tip of his cock pressed against her hole.

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