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Jacob licked the area between her breasts as one hand kept holding her breast, the thumb circling it. Then he took her breast in his hand and offered it to himself. He suckled, hard, using lips and tongue and teeth, devouring her and it was almost overkill. His hot penis was right over her mound and he pressed against her and she lit up. She arched, writhed, breathed out hard. He pressed even more against her. Somehow, even through the pajamas, her sex had opened up and his penis was between the folds. Every time he moved, he seemed as excited as if he were inside her, moving in and out, his breath harsh and loud in her ear.

His hips pressed against her, rubbing against her clitoris and it was so electric she couldn’t breathe for a moment. He moved against her again and she started climbing up a mountain, each movement propelling her further up, pleasure so intense she saw spots on the insides of her eye lids.

“Oh!”

He pressed again. And she came.

Just from that. From his mouth at her breast and pressing against her through two sets of clothes.

The most amazing thing. Her whole body was involved in the orgasm, shuddering and clenching. For a moment, she couldn’t breathe, it was so intense. Her whole body was aflame, the heat centered in her sex which was clenching.

So unfair. She’d never had anything like that happen to her, not even during sex with other men. Real sex, too. Penis in vagina, grinding away sex. That hadn’t done it for her, nope.

The most she might get would be a tight little orgasm, centered in her groin, over almost as soon as it began. Not always pleasurable and always leaving her wanting more, but not with the man she was with.

And here basically all Jacob had to do was touch her and she lit up like a rocket. A man who had left her eighteen years ago and she hadn’t had real sex—not the soft pleasurable type—since. Had felt so incredibly alone. Then he showed up and her body betrayed her.

Alex burst into tears. It was so freaking unfair. She was like a lock and only Jacob held the key.

Instead of disturbing him, or wondering what had made the crazy lady cry, he simply rolled until they were on their sides, and held her. She cried in despair, that the world of sex had only been shown to her now, and she was thirty-five years old. She cried at all the long, lonely years before this. She cried because she had truly tried to find a partner and yet every man she’d ever been with, even only dated a time or two, had left her so cold that she’d doubted herself. Doubted whether she’d ever find a man who would turn her on.

Well, she’d found one. It had taken her eighteen years and maybe they were going to die soon. She’d lost eighteen years of love and closeness. And for what?

The tears kept coming, hot and bitter. Her chest ached as she tried to repress the sobs. This was so ridiculous. The only thing she’d had these past years was her dignity and here she’d lost it.

Alex tried to cover her face with her hands, but Jacob held them gently in his. So she buried her face against his shoulder. It was the most primitive instinct—not to be seen as weak. She didn’t think he was the kind of man to make fun of her, but she hated this. Hated the tears that were spurting from her eyes, the sobs burning in her chest.

Out of control, when her whole life was nothing but control.

However, like all storms, it died down. Her breathing was less ragged, the tears eventually stopped.

She was lost, as if some outside force had grabbed her and shaken her.

“I had an orgasm,” she said, dazed.

“I know, honey.” That deep voice, low and lulling. She watched his face carefully but there was no smugness. None of that male pride in bringing the little woman to pleasure. He just looked serious, with a little undertone of tenderness.

Alex rubbed her eyes. “That’s never happened to me. Not like that.” She thought about it and punched his shoulder, knowing full well she hadn’t hurt him at all. It had felt like punching iron.

He was a smart man and simply took it.

“Hush.” He kissed her mouth, her cheeks, her closed eyelids.

Her mouth trembled. “It’s so unfair! I tried to feel something with other men but it just… it just didn’t work. And here you come along, after abandoning me brutally at my darkest moment, then you never get in touch for eighteen years, though you’ve known where I was all this time, and you drag me across the country and basically all you do is touch me and I explode!”

“Well, let’s take a part of that.” He took her hand and ran it along the scar on his cheek. It was long and deep. A knife scar. Well, he’d been in battle. When holding him, she’d felt another knife scar along his lower back and what felt a lot like a bullet scar on his shoulder. “You know what this is?” he asked.

“A knife scar. You seem to have a lot of scars.” And it occurred to her that she was really lucky he was alive. He could have died at any moment in all those years in the military. He wouldn’t have founded Black Inc. She wouldn’t have had a place to run to. And, she thought with a sigh, she would never have had that spectacular orgasm.

“I have a lot of scars, yes, but this scar is special.” He ran a finger down the side of her face. “My father gave it to me.”

Alex’s eyes opened wide. “Your father!”

He nodded. “He’d been drinking more than usual and there was something building up in him. Some kind of poison, and it centered on me. He’d always been a cruel father but there was something else brewing. Some kind of sickness. It came to a head and he knocked me out. When I came to, he’d handcuffed me to the table that was attached to the floor. I couldn’t get out. And my head hurt. I think I was concussed. I stayed handcuffed on the floor for two days.”

Alex listened to him, appalled. Her own parents had been so loving. She simply couldn’t imagine a father treating a son that way. But she’d seen him with her own eyes.

“I—I met your father.”

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