Page 97 of Chasing Paradise

I slid back over him, reaching down between us to work his button and zipper down.

By the time I reached inside, he was already getting hard for me, almost as wet as I was for him.

Wick’s hand moved outward, feeling around in the dark until his fingers moved between my thighs.

“You’re so wet for me already,” he murmured, his lips going to my neck, making shivers course through me.

His fingers slid inside me as mine stroked his cock. Both of us were unhurried, enjoying the teasing, the build-up.

“There you go,” Wick said, breath rushing over my skin, sending goosebumps prickling in its wake as his palm pressed against my cleft, engaging my clit as the orgasm started, then rolled through me, leaving me moaning against his shoulder as my whole body shuddered.

“Turn for me, baby,” Wick said, teeth nipping my earlobe as I came back down.

There was no hesitation as I turned on his lap, leaning back against his chest as his hand went around me, teasing my clit again as I rocked myself against his hard length.

“Fuck, baby, take me in,” Wick demanded a while later as I rocked and whimpered.

I lifted up as Wick fisted his cock to hold it for me to slide down on.

I did, my moan rising in the alcove as he filled me. The new angle had my thighs shaking and my sex clenching hard.

I leaned back against Wick’s chest, sucking in a slow, deep breath.

I was in no hurry to move, for this to eventually come to an end.

Despite what Wick said, I got the feeling that this might very well be the end for us.

And maybe it was crazy, but if I was going to die, I wanted to do it with him inside of me, with his hands around me, with his breath in my ear telling me how good I felt.

Eventually, though, we had to give in to the clawing needs in our bodies.

I rode him slowly up and through one orgasm before Wick shifted up, moving me onto all fours, then taking over, fucking me hard and deep, the sounds of our bodies tangling with our moans as we drove upward together. Before coming with cries of pleasure, bodies tensing and shaking.

Wick pulled me back on his lap afterward, wrapping me up tight, and pressing a kiss to my forehead.

Eventually, satisfied with this possibly being the end, I drifted off to sleep in the arms of a man that—yes, at this point I could admit—I had fallen for.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Wick

If I thought she slept hard when she stayed out cold when as I turned over the speedboat to move it while she rested, it was nothing compared to how she slept as I grunted and groaned and cursed while moving heavy rocks.

I started with the cave-in from the day before, since I knew exactly how far that hole was and where we would come out. Unfortunately, the more I dug out, the more the rocks fell.

Not wanting to risk a full cave in, I gave up on that area and turned toward the wall where a slight breeze blew in every once in a while.

After the sex, Violet had curled up on me and fallen asleep. The anxiety had likely sapped all the energy she’d gotten from a full night of sleep the night before.

As a whole, she’d been a real trooper through this whole journey. Sure, she’d had mild freak-outs about the bugs. But in her defense, those things were massive. Other than that, though, she’d been brave as fuck.

That panic attack about dying in a cave had fucking gutted me.

I had to make good on my promise.

I had to get us out of here.

With any luck, the assassins believed we’d either died in the cave-in or suffocated shortly after, so they’d taken their asses out of the rainforest, and we wouldn’t have to worry about them for the rest of the journey.

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