Page 30 of Synnr's Ride

That got him to meet her gaze again. "I should be asking you that. How can I make it up to you?"

"Only one of us got off." Her words dropped like a bomb.

Hanna shouldn't have said it. It was one thing to suck him off when their cover depended on it. Otherwise they were supposed to keep things professional. But it had been a long day. She was stressed.

And she'd spent hours trying and failing not to think about how Jori could return the favor.

His breath turned rough. "That's true." He put the ball he'd been messing with aside and leaned forward.

Hanna needed to get up. She needed to step into a cold shower and pretend she hadn't said anything. Her fingers were more than adequate for relieving the tension. She didn't need Jori.

But her body craved him.

"We shouldn't," she managed to say, even as her body swayed closer to his.

He reached out and placed his hand on her thigh, his palm burning against her skin as he slowly slid it up to tease the hem of her skirt. "It's a bad idea," he agreed, letting his fingers flirt with her inner thigh.

Hanna let her legs fall open. "We're just making things even."

"Yeah," he breathed out as she surged forward and captured his lips.

Jori tasted of whiskey and something else smoky and sweet she couldn't place. His hands clamped onto her hips, holding her on his lap as he took control of the kiss and devoured her.

She wanted to be devoured.

Jori's cock was hard between them, a promise of what he could give her if only they could get out of all of their clothes. Need burned hot within her, smoldering right along with her spark.

She could practically feel electricity arc between them, but it was impossible, a flight of fancy brought on by pleasure and need.

Jori flipped them and Hanna held on, but he wouldn't let her tumble to the ground. Suddenly she was the one sitting on the couch while he went to his knees and looked up at her like a supplicant.

Had he felt this exposed in the hallway?

He slid his fingers up her legs and under her skirt, hooking onto her panties and pulling them down. Hanna felt stripped bare, even though she was mostly covered. But from where Jori was kneeling, he could see it all.

And the man was famished.

He kissed up her thighs, each a promise of pleasure that sent shivers down her spine. The anticipation was almost enough to make her moan with need.

When his tongue touched her pussy, Hanna's back arched and she didn't recognize the wanton noise that spilled past her lips. It was pure sensuality, a whole language that didn't need syllables.

And he was only getting started.

Hanna clutched at the couch cushions, biting her lip in pleasure as Jori explored further, delving into her with an expertise that terrified and thrilled in equal measure.

Jori licked and kissed like his life depended on it, teasing delicate circles around the tightly wound bundle of nerves between them before finally falling into an almost dizzying rhythm that sent tendrils of pleasure spiraling through Hanna's body in time with every stroke he made.

Hanna clung desperately onto whatever shreds remained from reality—but that reality was quickly dissolving under Jori's tongue. What did she care about the world when she had Jori between her thighs, bringing her to heights of pleasure she could barely imagine?

She could feel the tremors of orgasm building, threatening to overwhelm her. Hanna reached for control, for something that would keep her on this cliff's edge. She wasn't ready to tumble over just yet, not when it felt like they'd barely started.

She wanted all the pleasure he could give her, she greedily wanted to come and come until it was all she was. But if she came, it was done. And she couldn't let this end, not yet. She wasn't ready.

How was she supposed to get up and walk away like everything was normal between them?

Her fears and worries washed away as Jori's fingers joined his tongue, and then everything else fled too. She gasped out Jori's name as release wracked her body. The pleasure was so strong it almost hurt, but all she could do was beg for more.

Jori didn't stop. He kept up his tongue hot on her until the waves of pleasure ebbed into something calmer, something almost manageable. It wrecked her harder than the orgasm.

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