Page 88 of Miss Understood

“This looks good on you, babe,” Jesse says. I look over and realize he’s propped up, watching me. Those solid muscles glow with a slight sheen of sweat, making me think maybe I should have let him drag me back to our room after all.

“The suit?” I ask.

“Vacation.” He winks.

I set down my drink and tilt my head back, letting the heat from the sun wash over me. “Feels good too.”

Vacation, finally, after years of not taking one. And now that I’ve had a taste, I’m not sure there’s any going back.

Since we didn’t have a proper wedding, Jesse felt I at least deserved a honeymoon, even if it took us a few months to get here, given my new job and the pile of cases I had to acquaint myself with. Here we are—finally. A lavish getaway to Maldives with bottomless drinks and endless hours of sex.

The perfect escape with the perfectly imperfect man.

Turning to the side, I take in my drop-dead sexy husband sprawled out beside me and smile. He’s delicious. But he’s also surprisingly thoughtful.

Jesse made good on all the promises he made the night he proposed (the second time). He supported me through my transition to Troy’s firm. He even suffered through a dinner with Troy to play nice. He admitted that, in the end, they had more in common than he realized. Because although Jesse couldn’t see it, he and Troy are basically different versions of the same person. Driven, dedicated hardasses—something that has been way more fun for them than it has for me, but I’m tough. I keep them in their places.

Being away from Price & Davis was hard at first, especially because I missed having Jesse just a few offices down. But it’s been for the best. I’m spreading my wings in ways I never thought possible. And the whispers behind my back are no longer there to shake my confidence. In my new role, people fear me again, but in a way that commands their respect. I have no doubt managing partner is on the horizon in a year or two, and I couldn’t be happier.

And those conflict-of-interest cases Jesse was worried about, where we’re fighting on opposite sides of the courtroom—they’ve turned out to be not so bad. After all, we’ve learned that no foreplay compares to arguing with each other in the courtroom.

Simply thinking about it awakens a pulse in my core.

“Whatcha thinking about, babe?” Jesse says with a smile that is devious enough for me to know he’s seeing right through me.

I grin at him and take another long sip, making note of how he watches my lips wrap around the straw as I suck it down. Slowly, I pull it back out of my mouth and leave that O on my lips a second longer, to hypnotize him.

“Your cock,” I tell him with a smile.

“That’s it.”

Jesse gets up and picks me up with a laughing scream. He carries me back to our bungalow over the water and shuts the door swiftly behind him before slapping my ass and throwing me onto the bed.

The only problem with our vacation so far is we can’t seem to make it much farther than fifty feet from this room before we inevitably circle back.

I reach for the ties on my swimsuit, but Jesse stops me by pinning my hands above my head.

“I told you, I’m fucking you in this,” he growls as he slides away the scrap of white fabric that covers me between the legs. He sinks two fingers in, finding me already drenched, and his pupils dilate at the realization. His fingers curl, and it makes me squirm, but he only holds me down harder.

“Spread your legs wide, baby,” Jesse says, squeezing my wrists firmly overhead.

Slowly, I widen my knees and appreciate how he sinks his fingers deeper the wider I get. Even if I’m still slightly sore from last night’s insatiable fucking, I can’t get enough of him. I need him on me, inside of me, around me. And he gives me every bit. Controlling my pleasure, but never leaving me wanting.

Sliding his fingers out, he pauses just long enough to pull down his swimsuit and replace the emptiness with his cock. His thickness fills me, reminding my body in one hard thrust that it’s found its missing piece.

Our eyes lock, and he pulls out only to push in again, this time harder. There’s no foreplay or stalling as he does it again. And again. Just a carnal need to be one with each other. I wrap my legs tighter as he tilts his hips and pulses deep inside me, laying over my body and shaking me with each thrust.

“Jesse!” I cry out as his lips connect in a hard kiss. His teeth scrape over my bottom lip, and he bites a scream out of me before delving his tongue into my mouth.

I never used to believe a man would have the power to absolutely demolish me, but Jesse does it.

His chest presses against my soft breasts, and the hard peaks of my nipples skim against him with each thrust. My insides ache for a release only his body can offer.

Jesse’s free hand slides between us as he starts to work slow circles over my clit with his thumb. He’s watching my eyes for every reaction, speeding up, slowing down, moving just how I need him to.

He wraps his fingers through mine overhead, and he holds me in a way that is part power, part control, and all love.

He holds me like I’m his and he’s never letting me go.

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