Page 139 of Capri

Seeing him again only solidified my love for him. Not only does he somehow look more handsome than ever, his hair a little longer and his tan a little deeper, but his grace and kindness toward me was extended without conditions.

That’s the kind of love I’ve always wanted. The kind I know I have.

After our talk, Jones led me to the other side of the boat, where the infinity pool is, looking out on the endless Mediterranean Sea.

“You miss me, sweetheart?” Jones asks, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

“More than you know.” The loneliness was indescribable. A feeling I never want to experience again.

“Think I’m gonna use that IOU right about now. Time to show me how much.” His growl is carnal. He’s been anticipating this moment just like I have.

Two months without each other is far too long.

“Whatever you need,” I tell him, seeking his instruction.

“Get in the pool.” My adrenaline has me practically running.

Back turned, I enter the bottomless pool, giving me views of the sea beneath, and my gaze lifts to Jones on the deck, finding him stripped down to nothing.

“Holy hell,” I gasp, a shiver of heat running through me.

Jones grins, muscular body glistening and cock at large. He’s an adonis. Sometimes, I forget I’m the woman who gets this side of him. Hopefully the only woman for years to come.

I glide into the water, stopping at the edge below him, and peer into his hungry eyes. “What kind of plans you got for that, Captain?”

He grips himself from the base and takes a long stroke. “Gonna shove it down that pretty little throat. How’s that sound?”

I moan, my nipples tingling and my core throbbing. “Please.”

Jones settles himself in front of me, calling me to him with his eyes.

Suddenly, I’m starving. Famished for his cock.

His muscular thighs act as the perfect spot for my hands, spurring him on as I caress the length of them. As many times as I’ve seen Jones naked, it’ll always feel the same to me—like a privilege.

He’s striking. Tousled hair and wide smile.

But that cock…I want it in my mouth. Yesterday. Two months and three days ago, if I’m being technical.

“Open up, sweetheart. Take me in.”

He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I’ll gladly take the lead. Gripping him from the base, I run a slow lick from root to tip before taking him all the way.

“Fuck yeah,” Jones growls, his hands grabbing my hair in a frenzy.

Running my tongue along the underside of his shaft, I bob my head up and down, thrusting his thick length into my mouth.

“Mhmm,” I moan, losing myself in his pleasure.

Nothing is more satisfying than watching the strong and steady Jones Archer forfeit control.

“Choke on it, Capri. All the way down, and let me hear you gag.” His hand shoves me down farther, and I love how ruthless he is to have my mouth on him.

I feel his length thicken, his legs tense, and his breathing quicken. He’s getting close, which makes me happier than I care to admit.

It means it’s been a while for him.

Praise. Glory. Hallelujah.

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