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Her tongue darts out, catching the drop of moisture on my tip, and then she licks a line up my shaft that has me sucking in a sharp breath.
Holy fuck.
“Good?” she asks.
“Great,” I croak. I’m surprised I even managed that one word.
She sits back on her heels, looking up at me. “You can tell me what you like. Don’t be shy now, Vaughan.”
“Gonna be completely honest with you, baby. Anything you’re willing to do to me right now is what I like.”
She considers this, considers me, for a moment, and then she leans forward again. Her grip on my cock tightens as she lets the tip rest on her tongue.
When she takes me a little deeper, I place a hand on the back of her head. My fingers tangle in her hair as I coax her to keep going, and they tighten when she swirls her tongue.
A low moan vibrates her vocal chords, and the sound makes my hips jerk.
“Shit,” I curse. I pull back, drawing out of her mouth. “Did I hurt you?”
She shakes her head. “No, keep going.”
After a moment, I relent and ease back into her mouth.
She looks fucking exquisite, kneeling there with my cock in her mouth. I’m tempted to let her keep going, but I can feel my release threatening to build and I have other plans. So, reluctantly, I withdraw.
Meyer’s lips dip into a confused frown. “You didn’t finish,” she says.
I grab her hands and help her to her feet, grinning. “Not yet. I have something I want to do first.”
CHAPTER 34
MEYER
Jackson takes my hand,leading me out of the bathroom. I follow willingly as my heart gallops in anticipation. He may have just gotten me off, but I still crave him. Still want more.
Beside the bed, Jackson pulls me against him, and then he’s drawing my mouth to his. The kiss is quick, but it curls my toes and sends a lick of heat through my core. The orgasm in the tub was nice, but that need is building again, and I need him.
He pulls away, and I look up at him in confusion. He sits on the bed, leaning back against the pillows, and then he beckons me toward him.
“Come here,” he says.
My limbs are moving before my brain even has time to catch up. I climb onto the bed and settle myself on his lap. My fingers thread through the hair at his nape while his hands anchor to my hips.
Desire hums in my veins. Jackson Vaughan has veryquickly become an addiction, one I can’t see myself tiring of anytime soon.
When he kisses me, I lose myself in him. My hips bear down, grinding against his cock. He moans low in his throat as his tongue volleys with mine.
We’re both breathless when we pull away. Still, Jackson trails a line of kisses along my neck, and I tip my head, allowing him better access. I shiver when his teeth scrape against my collarbone.
“You’re really taking your sweet time,” I say.
The smile he gives me is crooked. “I’m trying to savour this. Unless you have a better suggestion?”
I nod. “I do. Fuck now, savour later.”
Jackson laughs. “A compelling argument.”
My thighs squeeze his hips as I grind against him again. I’m not sure how he’s able to hold this much restraint after he stopped himself from coming when I was on my knees in the bathroom.
