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“As long as you tell me one.” She nodded toward his boxer briefs.

“Deal.” He lowered his mouth to hers again. Her lips moved against his, her tongue colliding with his as his hands released her wrists and then slid to her breasts. His thumbs brushed against her nipples, over the fabric, and she moaned.

His fingers quickly unlatched the hooks, and he pushed the bra away, revealing her breasts to the cool air. He pulled his head back, staring at her breasts. “You are spectacular, Jen.”

His head lowered, and he kissed her nipples, one after the other, sucking on them until white heat curled through her. His hands pulled the thong from her hips, and he parted her legs with his knee, his fingers seeking her entrance once again.

As his kisses grazed lower, she trembled. He paused briefly, taking her in with his gaze, then pushed her knees so they were bent, her feet flat against the comforter. He dropped his head between her legs, his kisses gentle, then more demanding as his tongue explored further. “Jason...” she breathed, and he held her hips.

“You taste incredible,” he whispered against her, pushing two fingers inside her.

As his tongue stroked her, her hips rose against his mouth, her body feeling like it was floating as the movement drove her to heights that made her moan uncontrollably. She dug her fingers into the top of his head, gripping his hair. “Jason—”

“Yeah, babe?”

The term of endearment almost undid her. “I want you inside me.” She looked down at his head, nestled between her legs, his eyes cutting to her with full control of what he was doing to her. “Please.”

“Soon,” he promised, and then his tongue stroked her harder. She groaned, her hips rising against his mouth, and he locked her there, holding her hips as her body tried to get away from the incredible rise of spectacular bliss that poured through every nerve ending of her legs, making her feet tingle, rising through her in waves. She was moaning louder than before, crying his name.

Her heart didn’t slow as he lifted his head, then kissed her mouth. “You’re so wet. And I’ve wanted you for days. So it might be rough, is that okay?”

She nodded. She wasn’t sure when he’d taken off his boxers, but staring at him now, her own lust took control. He was bigger than she’d expected he’d be. As he reached for a condom in his jeans, she tried to catch her breath.

Once he’d covered himself, he pushed her legs apart once more, holding her hips. He encircled her entrance, pushing against her with gentle pressure, and then he took her in a swift motion.

Oh my God.

She closed her eyes, the pressure of his length hitting deep inside her, ripping a scream of pleasure from her throat. She’d forgotten how good this could be.

Had it ever been this good?

He pushed harder and harder, her hips rising to meet her movement. Then he stopped, pulled away, and she gasped at the lack of him. He flipped her onto her stomach. “Can you get on your hands and knees again?”

She nodded, and his palms cupped her ass, and he pushed inside her once again, going deeper this time.

Thank God they were in a suite. Her volume was too loud. She was practically screaming cries of pleasure as he drove deeper. One hand slid around her hip and down between her legs, playing with her once again. “I want you to come again for me,” he told her. “I’m going to keep fucking you until you come again.”

She drove her face into a pillow, holding it against it as he continued to pound against her, his hand relentless in stroking her until he’d brought her to another height of pleasure, shattering her completely.

His own release came soon after, and he stilled, then withdrew, collapsing on the bed beside her. His chest heaved, his eyes closed.

Jen lay there, out of breath, then reached out for a chocolate-covered strawberry. She took a bite, then turned her face toward him. “Two things.”

He laughed. “I don’t know if I can even talk right now.”

She could barely think straight, the euphoric feeling of pure bliss still cascading over her body. “Number one, sex with you is better than this chocolate-covered strawberry. Which is the actual best chocolate combo of all, by the way, so that’s saying a lot. And thank you.” She offered him the rest of the strawberry.

“Thankyou.” Jason opened one eye. He grinned, then finished the strawberry. “And I concur.”

She smiled. “You concur with what?”

“Definitely the strawberry thing. Best combo. But also—sex with you. I may be addicted.”

He was probably just saying that, but she still liked to hear it. “And number two...I really like you, Jason Sutter. And I don’t think that’s going to end with tonight.”

ChapterSeventeen

Jason had really messedup this time.

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