Page 48 of Jolene's Justice

As her words settled, a smile broke through the uncertainty. Something inside him eased, as if the knot that had been constricting his organs suddenly loosened. He could breathe easier, and his heart felt lighter.

“You better watch out, woman. You just gave me carte blanche to spoil you rotten.”

“A little indulgence never hurt anyone,” she answered, using his own words from their doomed helicopter ride. Then she snatched a gummy worm from the bag he’d added to the breakfast tray and bit it in half. Swiftly, he bent down and seized the other half from her grasp with his teeth. It was hard not to laugh when her eyes widened so comically in shock.

She pounced and wrestled him to the bed. He didn’t put up much of a fight. Flat on his back on the bed, she straddled his hips and pinned his hands down beside his head.

“That was mine,” she complained.

“Yup,” he answered, popping the P.

“What happened to spoiling me?”

“I’ll start tomorrow.”

Her grin took on a mischievous quality as she peered down at him, and he knew her head was going someplace dirty.

She let go of one hand to grab another gummy worm. This time, she stuck one half in her mouth while leaving the other half hanging out. As she leaned over him, her naked breasts brushed against his chest. He wanted to crush her to him and run his hands all over her silky-smooth skin, but she still had his hands pinned.

She teased his lips with the gummy worm. When he tried to snap at it with his teeth, she withdrew. His dick was so hard it could hammer nails. His missed attempts only fueled his desire. Each time she laughed, his erection twitched with anticipation. Seeking what it craved most, like he sought that gummy worm.

Finally, he caught the candy with his teeth. Or she capitulated and let him catch it. Either way, he wasn’t complaining. Especially when their tongues were dueling it out with each other after they’d each swallowed their half.

She let go of his hands, and he tunneled his fingers through her hair, holding it away from her face. Her hair was so thick and silky that he found himself lost in the sensation of it wrapped around his fingers.

Lost in her kiss and the feel of her hair, he hadn’t noticed where her hand had gone. He gasped into her mouth when she wrapped her hand around his cock. She had managed to push his sweatpants down just far enough to release him. How she pulled that off without him noticing would forever remain a mystery.

“Want you. Can’t wait,” she panted.

“Fuck,” he hissed. She rose up on her knees and positioned him under her before sinking slowly down on his erection. They both groaned as he filled her.

She sat up, and he sank in even deeper. A perfect fit, like she was tailor-made for him. He never wanted to be removed from her. He could happily stay in this position for the rest of his life. She was everywhere. A sensory feast. Her scent, that tart citrusy flavor, would always spark his cravings now that he’d gotten a taste.

She began to explore, moving her hips, seeking out what gave her the most pleasure. He let go of her hair and moved his hands to her breasts, unable to resist as they bobbed in front of him with every move she made. He rolled her nipples, loving the sharp cry that burst from her lips.

The way it felt to touch her was nearly overwhelming. The feel of her tight channel surrounding him. The way she gasped his name. He gritted his teeth, determined to hold back.

“Need you to come, Jolie,” he rasped, moving one hand down her body. Finding that nerve bundle that drove her wild, he pressed it with his thumb at the same time he pinched her nipple. Her legs tightened against his hips as she cried out. Her movements grew harder, more focused on reaching that ultimate high.

He moved his gaze up her body and lost his breath. Her head was thrown back, and the long curtain of her hair hung down her back. It made him think of the waterfalls that, when the light hit them just right, looked like fire. Fire falls.

The woman was fire. The moment she caught, her blaze scorched.

She came in a glorious eruption that left him breathless and unable to look away.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he hissed. Still lost in the throes of her climax, she didn’t respond, but he felt her pulse around his dick, as if her pussy heard him and appreciated the words.

He sensed her tiring, so he reluctantly removed his hands from her tit and clit to grip her hips. He held her in place as he took over, thrusting up into her. She opened her eyes and gazed down at him. He could read so much in that simple look, but it would take him a while to categorize it all. For now, he embraced the emotion that he read as love.

That emotion spurred him on. As did the sensuous smile that played on her lips. He thrust harder, deeper, but lost his rhythm when she reached up and plucked her nipple with one hand while the other moved lower to manipulate her clit.

“Jesus H. Christ, Jolie. Warn a guy. Fuck, that’s hot.” He wondered how his mouth could still form words, since the rest of him was lost in the sexy display writhing on top of him.

“Fuck me, Finch,” she cried.

He bucked his hips hard, and she gasped. “Yes, ma’am.” For once, he didn’t mind being bossed around. Especially when they both gained so much pleasure from it.

“Fuck. Fuck. Oh. I’m . . . shit. Right there.” Her words spilled rapid fire as she burst once more. She came with one long moan.

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