Page 19 of Intrigued By Love

A moment of sanity broke thought the haze of lust.

“This is only going to lead to a broken heart.”

“Can it get more broken than the way we feel right now?”

I had no argument against that. Could it hurt more than when I’d left Vegas? At least this time I’d know what to expect. Three weeks. I could do this. Then I’d go about my life here in Bora Bora and he’d go back to Vegas.

“Yes or no. The choice is yours.” He moved closer, slipping his other hand to the back of my neck.

I closed my eyes, unable to handle the emotions in his gaze.

“Look at me.” His voice changed to that deep timbre that affected me to the core of my bones, the one he’d use when we played our games. “I’m not going to let you hide. Give me your answer.”

Lifting my lashes, I licked my lips, inhaled to steady my nerves, and then whispered, “Yes.”

Relief flashed on his face before it was replaced by an intensity that matched the voice he’d just used.

I lifted my face, expecting him to kiss me, but he shook his head.

“You want me to kiss you, you’ll have to earn it.”

A tingle shot down my spine.

“You can’t be serious. Here?”

He nodded. “You know the rules. Don’t move your hands or come unless I give you permission.”

“Yes, Jax.” My fingers flexed on the granite I held on to.

He pushed his palm past the edge of my bikini bottom, through the soaked seam of my sex, and to my swollen clit. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

His cock grew against me, thick and hard.

I bit my lip, trying to hold in the moan that wanted to escape. Dammit. I was loud when it came to sex, and I’d have to keep it in or my family would rush down here.

“Let me see if we can get you to scream.”

I narrowed my gaze. “You wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t I?” He circled the aching bundle of nerves. “Besides, I know you’ll be a good girl and keep all those sexy sounds you like to make inside. I promise, I’ll make it worth your while.”

My pussy flooded with my desire as he drove up my need. I threw my head back and gazed up at the ceiling of the kitchen, trying to hold in the desperate urge to cry out.

Jax pushed two fingers deep in my pussy, and I couldn’t help but gasp.

“Ssshh, baby. You don’t want us to get caught with my fingers deep in your cunt. With your juices soaking my hand. With your pussy walls clamping down as I thrust into you.”

“Jax, this is cruel.” I inhaled deep and closed my eyes.

I loved it when he described everything he was doing to me. It had always turned me on when the refined businessman turned into the dirty-talking rebel.

He pulled out and then plunged in, repeating the slow motion, driving me crazy. “Tell me you don’t like it when there’s a chance of getting caught, and I’ll call you a liar.”

His thumb worked my clitoral nub as his fingers thrust in and out of my quivering pussy.

“Yes, but not the possibility of my parents seeing us.”

“Then keep those moans internal.”

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