Page 71 of Second Act
“With pleasure, sir,” his driver said. All his chauffeurs considered it a point of honor to be able to shake off the paparazzi.
He yanked out his phone to send Jessica a text saying,Don’t leave. I’ll be back once I lose the bottom feeders.
I’ll be here.
Fifteen minutes later, the limo glided back into position at the fire hydrant. Hugh waited for a few moments, but no lurking photographers leaped out of hiding places.
As he walked up the steps, the door swung open. “Did you get rid of them?” Jessica asked, peering around him.
He stepped inside. “All clear.”
“How do you stand that?” she asked.
Unease prickled through him, but he shrugged it off. “It comes with the territory. Let’s get out of the hallway.” He needed to kiss her until her distress melted away, so he started toward the stairs down to the kennel.
“Emily wants to thank you,” Jessica said, veering toward the upward staircase.
“Later.” He seized her hand and pulled her into him so he could murmur, “I think you should thank me first.”
Her eyes lit with amusement that went hot when she met his gaze. But it wasn’t just desire he saw in her face. There was something more, something that she hadn’t allowed him to see before. Suddenly, his need went beyond distracting her from the underbelly of fame. Now he wanted to feel this new thing between them, to wrap himself in it as he moved inside her.
“Oh, in that case.” She grinned before tugging him along at a brisk pace.
When they reached the bottom of the steps, the dogs set up their usual high-volume welcome, but he didn’t care. He spun her back to the wall and leaned against her, reveling in the soft push of her breasts against his chest and the sigh of her breath on his mouth when he brought his lips down on hers. Her fingers were in his hair, then gripping his shoulders, then digging into his buttocks to bring him closer as she rocked into his erection.
“We can’t do this here,” she said as he slipped his hands up under her scrubs to fill his palms with the round weight of her breasts. Her nipples hardened when he rubbed his thumbs over the delicate lace of her bra, making him want to suck on her. His cock stiffened further at nothing more than the thought.
“The storage closet is private,” he said. “All we need is something to brace under the handle. There has to be a broom here somewhere.”
“Hugh! We can’t!” But her voice was a breathless rasp.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to suck on your breasts while I drive into you over and over again until your orgasm explodes through you?” He put every ounce of seduction he could command into his voice.
She went still in his arms for a long moment while he waited. “I know where the cleaning supplies are,” she said at last.
“I adore you,” he said, giving her a fast, hard kiss before he slid his hands out from under the green fabric of her scrubs. “Lead the way.”
They retrieved a broom, and Hugh shoved it under the doorknob of the storage room before he ripped his jacket off and tossed it on the dog bed. Jessica shrugged out of her lab coat and added it to the pile. Then Hugh lost track of who unbuttoned, untied, unbuckled, and unzipped what until they were naked and Jessica had stroked a condom onto his cock.
“I’m not using that dog bed,” he growled.
“It’s more comfortable than you think,” she said, reaching down to cup his balls.
“The corner,” he hissed, walking her backward while her fingers danced over his sensitive skin and made him almost unable to think. He slid his hands under her naked buttocks and lifted her so she could wrap her legs around his waist, the hot, slippery center of her hitting his erection with the power of a stun gun, but one that gave pleasure, not pain. She levered herself up with her hands on his shoulders and let him slide into her in one swift movement.
“Jess,” he hissed through clenched teeth as he felt her heat envelop him. “I want you so much.”
“Yes!” she said, her inner muscles doing something wonderful to his cock. He took handfuls of her firm, round bottom to lift her so he could move, pushing up and half withdrawing, feeling the drag of her taut nipples against his chest, the bite of her fingers on his straining shoulder muscles, and the moist huff of her breath as she said his name every time he came into her.
Then all he could do was feel, as his world narrowed and focused on the place where the two of them joined, the tension building with each shift and thrust. She arched back, her body completely still for one suspended moment, and then she clenched around him, her orgasm stroking and kneading his cock so hard he had to fight not to come with her. He wanted to absorb every ounce of her pleasure before he took his.
As soon as she dropped her head onto his shoulder in completion, he let himself go, driving deep into her before his release tore through him, blanking his mind to everything except the detonation between his thighs.
As he held them both upright against the wall while they recovered, he realized he had been right. Things had changed. This time, there had been nothing held back, no barriers between them. “Jess, will you come to the hotel with me tonight? I want to have you in my bed, to sleep with you in my arms.” He’d kept the penthouse suite in the hope that she might spend another night with him.
“Yes,” she breathed against his bare shoulder without a moment’s hesitation. “I want that, too.”
His heart felt as though someone had made a fist around it and squeezed. Strangely, it felt as much like fear as joy.
