Page 23 of Break: Vol. 2

"So am I," he said. "I'm so serious that I think you should hurry up and fall asleep so that you can be well rested for our trip to the islands tomorrow." I gasped as his hands found the bottom of my sleep shirt and jerked it over my head. "I know just how to help you fall asleep," he continued. "I'll just tire you out so that you can sleep soundly."

"Oh, is that what you're going to do? How magnanimous of you." I tried to sound sarcastic, but my voice came out breathy. I shuddered against him as he tossed my shirt away and yanked my chest against him. My nipples rubbed against the softness of his dress shirt.

"I'm a magnanimous kind of guy," he whispered as he leaned forward and claimed my mouth in a rush of fiery heat. I closed my eyes and groaned against him, losing myself in the kiss, letting it take me over.

Dex released my mouth and gave me a moment to breathe so that he could divest himself of his shirt. I couldn't wait, though. I reached for the top of his shirt and yanked, ripping the fabric and popping the buttons off as the shirt gaped open. He blinked at me as if surprised while my chest rose and fell, my cheeks flushing.

"You're just begging for a spanking, aren't you, Baby?" he asked as he slipped out of his shirt and tossed it away.

Wickedness filled me. "Not yet, I'm not."

He grinned and it struck me how much I fucking loved this man. I loved it when he smiled. When he was happy, I was happy. It was the same feeling I got when I saw Taylor or Darren or Cody smile. I couldn't believe my luck, really. Some women waited years to findoneman, and I had foundfour.

"Baby?" Dex held his hand up and cupped my cheek, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb. "What's wrong?" His eyebrows bunched together as he frowned.

I laughed and shook my head. "Nothing," I promised. "I just love you."

Slowly, as if he wasn't quite sure if I was being honest or not, he started to smile—his lips tipping up at the corners, his eyebrows pulling apart and un-bunching. "I love you, too, Jamie. You know that, right?"

"I know." I tipped my face up, begging for a kiss, and even though I knew he was about to make an awful mess of me, Dex caved and pressed a kiss to my lips. He slipped his tongue inside and stroked mine. Behind my closed eyes, I could feel fireworks bursting. I loved it. I loved him. I was beginning to think I would always love him and the others. There was nothing that could break us.

"Now," Dex said, drawing back to look down at me. His hand slid from my cheek to my neck, which he circled and held firmly. "What have I told you about wearing panties?"

My eyes widened as his other hand moved down and found the evidence of fabric between my legs. He pushed his fingers against my crotch, rubbing hard enough to make me tighten.

"I-I thought you liked it when I wore your gifts?" I replied shakily.

His expression turned decidedly devilish. "Not right now, I don't," he answered, gripping them and snapping one side of the thin fabric before reaching for the other and doing the same. I jumped and bit my lip as wetness leaked from my core. "Spread them," he ordered.

My lips parted as I tried to draw in more air. I lifted one leg and slid it over his thigh before doing the same with the other as he sat before me on his knees, his hand still on my neck. He squeezed lightly and my core spasmed. I whimpered.

"Hmmmm. You like it when I hold you like this, don't you, Baby?" I closed my eyes, heat sliding across my cheeks. He released my neck and my eyes popped open. "Answer me," he commanded. In stilted movements, I nodded. "With words," he snapped.

"Yes, sir."

His hand returned to my throat, and I sighed my pleasure. "Good girl." His fingers returned to my core and stroked up and down, teasing. Involuntarily, my hips lifted towards his movements. I tried to wiggle and squirm and spread my legs as wide as I could—anything to get him to touch where I needed him most. I wanted his hand on my clit, his fingers circling the bundle of nerves and driving me insane. But no matter how hard I twisted against him, he avoided it, all the while sending me amused glances.

"You're so pretty down here, Jamie. So fucking pretty." I gasped as his fingers finally—finally!—latched onto my clit. He squeezed it lightly—with the same amount of pressure he was currently holding my throat. "You know, I was talking to Darren the other day and he was telling me how much he fucking misses this pussy of yours."

"I-I—" I stuttered as he pinched my clit again.

"Oh, were you trying to say something?" He leaned closer, turning his head.

"I—oh fuck!" I screamed as he clamped down on my clit harder than before. My legs spasmed and jerked and I groaned, rolling my hips. I writhed against him, my eyes begging. My lips parted in both shock and want. "Please..."

"Baby, I can't understand you if you don't finish your sentence."

I sent him a pleading look. "Dex, I just—" I stopped gritting my teeth as Dex abandoned my clit and, in a quick motion, tilted my hips up using their position on his thighs and shoved a finger up my asshole. Sure, it was lubricated somewhat by my own wetness, but it was so sudden that I tightened up all over.

"What do you fucking call me when we're in bed?" he asked lightly. He could've been asking for the weather for all his tone gave away.

"Sir!" I gasped. "Sir, I call you sir. I'm sorry, sir. Fuck, sir."

"Yes, you'll do that soon enough," he replied, drawing his finger out of my forbidden hole and then slowly sliding it back in. Desire churned in an inferno, pooling low in my stomach. I could feel myself reaching for the edge and he hadn't even entered my pussy yet.

"What do you want, Baby?" Dex asked, leaning close so that he breathed the question against my lips.

"Y-you," I whimpered. "I want you."

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