Page 93 of The Love Wager

“Dammit, we only have a few minutes before the bouquet toss,” she said, her voice almost a whisper. “Please hurry, Jack.”

Her words almost made him dizzy with lust, and he clenched his teeth as he said, “By ‘hurry,’ you mean...”

She answered him with her hands on his belt.

Hallie

Apparently that was all it took.

Jack muttered a string of obscenities as he hurried to multitask things like belts and zippers. She felt she was going todie waiting as he slid his hands up her dress, his fingers drawing a line up the sides of her thighs as he raised the skirt and bunched it in his hands.

And then he wasthere—oh, God.

They groaned in unison, and after that his hands were on her hips and she might’ve lost consciousness as he drove her absolutely wild.

“This doesn’t count,” he said, his voice thick and hot, “as our first time post-hotel.”

“Don’t,” she replied, bending a little lower and arching her back, making him growl, “be bossy.”

“Honey,” he rasped, and then her knees nearly gave out as he touched her with a talented hand. “At this moment, I will be whatever you want me to be.”

“Jack?”

They both froze at the sound of Hallie’s mother’s voice. She started knocking on the kitchen door, pounding, and Jack said, “Shit.”

“Don’t you dare stop,” Hallie said.

“Your mother—”

“Is locked out.”

He groaned into her neck and said, “I didn’t lock the door.”

“I did.” She looked at him over her shoulder.

He lifted his head and his eyes were hot blue on hers. “You did?”

She nodded.

“You fucking hero,” he said, making her gasp as he started moving again.

She laughed and moaned at the same time.

He muttered into her hair, “I want to see your face.”

“What?”

“Your face.” He turned her, breaking contact for only a split second before sliding right back inside her.

“Well, hello,” she breathed, her eyes heavy as he smirked down at her.

“Better,” he said, his face going all intense as his hands found her ass and he lifted her, pinning her against the freezer door with his big body.

“So much better,” she whispered, letting her head fall back against the door as she grasped at his back and he continued moving in a way that made her want to scream.

“Like the hotel,” he panted, at the exact second she whispered, “This is just like the hotel.”

She opened her eyes and smiled at him, but it quickly fell away as his body pushed her harder, drove her deeper, as his blue eyes penetrated hers in the hottest way.

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