Page 93 of Jett

I get up and take the condom off, throwing it away before I slide back under the covers with her.

It's a sultry night. We lie in bed, in the dim light of the lamp. Cari snuggles against me, her hand on my chest, her face near the crook of my arm. I love holding her. I love feeling her naked and damp against me.

We're a carnal mess of sweat and sin. She lifts up on her elbow, lying on her side as she stares at me with her big golden-brown eyes and gives me a goofy smile.

“Wow.”

My lips curl into a smile. “Wow?”

“I have no words.” She runs her soft fingers through my hair, and I fucking love this. Cari in my bed, looking at me like that, her smile wide, her eyes shining.

All that tension and gridlocked frustration has seeped away. I want this moment to linger forever. I want her like this—with me, alone in our own private heaven—forever.

“That's most unusual, it’s not like you to have no words, but ...” My hand skates over the dip of her waist. “Your sound effects more than made up for it.”

She blushes. The color shoots to her cheeks, just like it did when she came, her mouth open as she let out the dirtiest, sexiest groan. I felt her muscles clench around me, and it felt so goddamn good. I watched as she blushed from her face down to her breasts, and all I could do was savor that moment, pausing before I let out my release.

“Don't feel shy,” I tell her, tracing her lips with my finger. I want her again, and again and it feels like I'll never tire of her. This first time will stay with me forever.

Already I can see that things are different. Usually, I don't stay long enough to cuddle because something distracts me. My phone, or a message, or having to leave for a meeting, leaving my lover with nothing more than a kiss on the forehead.

But now, I want her in my bed all night. I tweak her nipple, and it stands to a peak. She's right. I am a breast man, and hers are perfect.

“I’m adjusting,” she says. “This will take some getting used to, the fact that you’re my—”

Boss.But she doesn’t say it. I don’t want her going there, allowing the office to encroach on our private haven. “You’re so relaxed, and there’s not a trace of anger in your face now.” She adjusts her words as her fingers skitter over my skin. I’m doing the same to her, touching, stroking, examining. We’re taking our sweet time getting to know one another. I don’t want this to be just something physical. I want to hold her close, breathe her in. I want her to tell me her innermost secrets, her fears, her dreams, her hopes. I want to ask her a million questions and discover all the hidden facets of her.

“If I'm relaxed, it's because I came hard. We're talking months of tension here, finally releasing.”

She giggles, and I swear it’s the most glorious sound.

“You laugh, but ... I'm not kidding when I tell you that I've had to jerk myself off most evenings. I have painted those granite tiles white.”

She scrunches up her face. “Mr. Knight!”

“I'm being honest with you. I like sex. Love it. I'm a physical man with needs and living like a monk was killing me.”

Her face falters and I realize I've been too blunt. Truthful, but blunt. “This isn't just sex.” I rush to say. She needs to know that. Months of fantasizing about her, and now finally getting to climax, have driven me insane.

Making love to her, I felt a connection I haven’t felt for a long time. I twist a lock of her hair between my fingers. “What we shared just now was something else. It was incredible. It was on another level.” I want to tell her that she's different, that this has blown me away. But I am scared to tell her the truth, because it’s not like me to gush or get excited, let alone talk about my feelings to a woman when we’ve been intimate.

I know Cari Summers. I know how she can doubt herself. She'll think I'm just exaggerating to make her feel better.

“It was the best sex I've ever had,” she says.

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yes. Maybe there's some truth in not wasting my time on boy-men.”

“Aren’t you glad you took my advice?”

“A seasoned, experienced,olderman is what I really need.”

“I’m not a dinosaur, or ancient,” I protest, sliding my hand between her legs again. Her eyes widen momentarily, and a tiny sigh escapes her lips.

“You do have a lot of energy. I’ll give you that.” She mewls again as my thumb circles her clit.

“An older man can teach you much. He can show you things …dothings …” I slide in two fingers and her mouth falls open.

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