Page 37 of Found By Him

“Fuck, Gisella. I cannot wait to be inside of you. You are gripping my fingers so damn tight.”

“Do it,” I goad breathily.

His deep chuckle tickles against my hair. “No.” As he pumps his fingers slowly in and out of me, his palm brushes against my clit. The sounds of my wetness and my moans fill the air. Against my ear, his lips tickling my skin, he says, “The first time my dick is inside you isn’t going to be rushed. I’m going to take my sweet time with this pussy.”

A few more swipes of his fingers on my clit have me crying out his name, my muscles pulsing around his fingers as they continue to move in and out of me. When he removes his hand from my pants, the wetness from his fingers leaving a trail on my stomach.

I flip over and flick my tongue over his nipple. His answering groan spurs me on as his fingers, still wet with my arousal, bury in my hair. I kiss my way down his stomach, his muscles clenching under my lips.

Gisella…” Jack moans as I catch the waistband of his boxer briefs and pull it down past his impressive length. “You don’t have to do that.”

I look up his body to find his eyes. They are dark and filled with desire. “I know I don’t have to. But I want too.”

His grip in my hair tightens and the sting at my roots has me moaning against him as I lick his tip before placing my mouth around it.

I’m already addicted to his salty and masculine taste. I shift so I can slide him to the back of my throat. His guttural groan encourages me to relax so I can take him even deeper the next time. Moaning, I swallow around him before pulling back to take a breath.

“Fuck, if you don’t stop now, I’m coming down that throat, baby.”

With a flick of my tongue along the ridge of the head, drawing more sexy praise from him, I glide my lips down his shaft until my nose almost touches his groin.

His fingers grip the back of my head as the first shot of salty release hits the back of my throat. I continue to swallow until the last drop, and Jack’s grip relaxes. Letting him slip from my lips, I wiggle back up the bed to lay my head on his shoulder. His palm presses to the side of my head as his lips find the top of my head. “Damn, Gisella,” he mumbles against my hair.

“Aren’t you glad I didn’t listen to you when you told me I didn’t have to?”

His laugh shakes me from where I’m resting against him. “Generally, I prefer you listen to me, but there do seem to be some exceptions to that.”

I roll my eyes, but my smile is unavoidable. He gives me a lingering kiss before climbing out of bed.

I lounge in bed while he goes and takes a quick shower, dressing in the same clothes from yesterday. I gave him anunopened toothbrush last night, so I hear him brushing his teeth before he comes back into the bedroom and sits on the bed next to me, a hand going to either side of my waist so he is hovering above, his eyes caressing my face. “What are your plans for today?”

I shrug. I honestly hadn’t even thought that far.

He nods. “I would like you to come to my office today and talk to me and Nate about what happened yesterday. I have a meeting this morning, but I can text you in a bit and send Tyler over to pick you up when Nate and I are available.”

All the apprehension from my work situation comes roaring back, and I take a deep breath to calm it. “Okay.”

Jack leans down and kisses me sweetly. It’s over much quicker than I would like, but I know he has to go to work.

“I hate to make you get out of bed, but I need you to come put the security bar in place after I leave.”

I follow him to the door, and he turns to face me before opening it. Reaching up, he runs his thumb along my bottom lip. “Text or call me if you need anything.”

It’s too tempting to resist when my tongue darts out and flicks across the tip of his thumb. I’m left with a deep chuckle and a smirk as he shakes his head in amusement, then pulls open the door and steps into the hall.

After it clicks closed behind him, I secure the lock and head into the kitchen to make coffee and start my first day as a newly unemployed person, all with a smile on my face.

Tyler is waitingfor me outside a few hours later. I hop into the SUV and greet him. I was sad he wasn’t at Becky’s for dinner. But it may have been for the best that he didn’twitness me and his mom getting drunk on too much wine. Despite everything, happiness fills me when I think about how much fun I had with her last night. When I remember the way Jack was watching me with a look of affectionate amusement, my cheeks hurt from trying to suppress the smile.

Then there was this morning…my body heats. I squirm a little in the seat.

“You okay, Ella?”

I freeze and turn toward Tyler, trying to disguise the guilt. I’m sure he wouldn’t enjoy knowing the directions my thoughts just took. “Yep, I’m good.”

“I heard you met my mom last night?”

“Yeah! I had so much fun getting to know her,” I reply honestly.

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