Page 65 of Let Me Say It Again

Turning it back on me, huh? I shook my head, even though she couldn’t see me. Then I vocalized my thoughts. “No, but this does.” I leaned forward and placed a kiss on one of her cheeks.

She turned around, a smile creeping across her face as she placed her legs beneath her and got in position to straddle me. “You should know that I’m an incredible rider.”

I didn’t like her talking about how experienced she was riding other men’s dicks when my hands were on her hips, and she was lined up and ready to take me. “There’s a condom in the nightstand.”

Her eyes danced with amusement. Poking my chest with each word, she asked, “Did you know this would happen?”

“Hoped, actually.” What? Did that make me come off eager? Well, good.

“We could’ve done this instead of dry fucking, but you—”

“That was then. Don’t live in the past.”

Her head went backward, like someone just flicked her forehead, her facial expression colored with surprise. My blood pumped so loudly in my ears as I thought about every little thing I liked about her that I feared it’d burst my own eardrums. “What is it?” I asked, my eyes scanning her face, searching for the answer I wasn’t finding. She wasn’t always the easiest person to read. Even to me, the man who had been thinking about her, watching and observing her for longer than he cared to admit. No, I wasn’t a stalker. I was crushing. They were two different things. Plus, she had been my assistant, remember? I’d had to make sure she had been. . . doing her job.

She swallowed, her cheeks flushed. “I always say that.” She motioned to brush a strand of hair behind her ear, only it was already back there, so she only pushed it farther back. I’d never seen her. . . nervous. . . anxious. . . I didn’t know how to describe her at the moment. But I’d never seen her like this.

“I’m not surprised. Great minds think alike.” Smiling, I brought a hand to her cheek, and she leaned into my touch. It only lasted a few seconds—if that—before her whole body jolted like she’d caught a chill and arched her back.

“Let’s just forget about the condom, okay?” She cleared her throat. “I get tested regularly and I’m clean.”

Wait, what? I fought the urge to shake my head to make sure I heard her correctly. “I’m clean, too. But you want to take me bare?”

She nodded. “Do I talk to myself?”

“Just making sure.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t say shit I don’t mean. You should know that by now. For things to be crystal clear, I want to sit on that abnormally large, thick, bare cock of yours until I’m filled to the hilt, got it?”

Whatever emotion that had been flashing in her eyes was gone, replaced by desire that could have easily been mistaken for a cloak of avoidance. I wasn’t going to push her on the matter, though. Frankly, it would have been useless, and I knew when to choose my battles. This was not one of those times.

I grabbed the finger she had on my chest and brought it to my lips, swirling the tip around in my mouth. “You know what I like about you?” I asked, one corner of my lip curling slightly as I smirked.

“Hmm?” She stared at me, her eyes so intent on me that they followed me as I placed my hand between us and slipped two fingers in her wetness.

She whimpered, her warm breath hitting me square in the face as her mouth fell open on its own accord.

“The good news is I don’t think you need lube,” I stated the obvious, pulling out and observing my fingers, which were dripping with her arousal. I brought them to my lips and sucked every last bit of it off. “Couldn’t let it go to waste.”

She looked like she was about to say something, but bit her tongue and came out with something else instead. “You going to spit out what you like about me?”

With a coy grin, I asked, “Fishing for compliments?”

She rolled her eyes. “Please. Give me a break. I couldn’t care less. Your insufferably massive erection tells me all I need to know.” Then she fingered the tip, swirling it and picking up the liquid seeping out, causing me to groan. “And this.” She popped it into her mouth, closing her eyes on a swallow. “This tells me everything I need to know, too.”

“I like how you’re not entirely sweet.”

“You’re messed up.”

“You’re bitter with a hint of sweetness. And so is your desire,” I said, still tasting her on my tongue and all over my lips for that matter.

Could a man survive on pussy alone? Because I liked to think I could if it were Jade’s we were talking about. I fucking loved it.

Without another word, Jade made the next move, sinking down a little bit. My breath left my lungs as I felt how incredibly tight she was, the sensation nearly making my eyes water with the intensity. “You’re so fucking tight and soft. So damn soft,” I said through gritted teeth.

“God,” she screamed as she sank a little lower. Had I mentioned how much I hated it when she screamed the wrong fucking name? Because I did. I hated it.

I was about to say just that when she sank even lower, but as much as I knew she wanted this, her face looked pained almost. The center of her brows wrinkled and her eyes narrowed, the lines of her lips parting slightly. “You can take me, Jade. I know you can.”

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