Page 94 of Enticing the Enforcer
We watch them climb the stairs before I turn my attention back to the man next to me. Jefferson lost his jacket two hours ago. His tie sometime after that. The top of his shirt is unbuttoned giving a small peek at his broad chest underneath. “I like them,” he says quietly. “They suit one another.”
“Some days, yes,” I admit, fighting back a yawn. “But they’re also really different. I think that’s why it works. They meet each other’s needs.”
“Right now, I’m ready to meet your needs.” He tilts his head and sucks a hot kiss on my neck.
“Yeah? What is it that you think I need?” I ask, preparing myself for a filthy response.
“My tongue in your pussy, followed by my cock.” He doesn’t disappoint. “You need me stretching that tight little cunt of yours until you can’t take it anymore.”
My breath hitches. “I’ve missed you and your dirty mouth.”
“And my magnificent cock?” he teases.
“It’s magnificent, huh?”
“I’ll just have to prove it.”
God, he’s so sexy, so much fun. I’m not kidding about missing him, it’s only having him this close that makes me realize how much.
In a swift move, he lifts me off my feet, cradling me under my back and legs. “Jefferson!” I squeal, but I love being in his strong arms. He strides toward the steps, but before we make it to the stairs, Madison steps into our path.
Her eyes flick between us, how he’s holding me, and her expression tight. “I was hoping we could talk?”
Jefferson eases me back to the ground, hands never leaving me. Grounding. Steady.
I need it for what I’m about to do.
“Not tonight.”
“Please.” Madison swallows, eyes shining. “I thought I was doing the right thing. After everything–your breakups, the rumors, the press always circling…I thought it was my job to protect you. To keep you safe, even if that meant stepping in where I shouldn’t have.” Her throat bobs as she swallows. “I crossed a line. I went too far. And I hurt you, which is the opposite of what I ever wanted.”
The words hang heavy between us, a mix of guilt and something close to relief, like finally saying it out loud is breaking her open. Tears slip down her cheeks, and she doesn’t even bother wiping them away.
For a long moment, I don’t know what to say. My chest is tight, my mind spinning back through the months of tension,the silences, the mistrust. “I’m glad you’re thinking about your actions and how hurtful they were, but like I said, I’m not talking about this tonight.”
Madison blinks hard. She nods, lips pressed together, then steps aside, giving us a clear path up the stairs. I don’t look back. My hand tightens around Jefferson’s as we climb the stairs, heart hammering. “I know that was harsh, but–”
“Hey,” he tells me, “you don’t have to make excuses for people when they upset you. She can wait another day.” He pulls me against his body. His erection is thick and hard against his leg. “Me, on the other hand? I can’t wait another fucking minute.”
His mouth dips, capturing mine in a kiss that’s all hunger and need, hot and unrelenting. It steals my breath, leaving me dizzy and wanting more. My fingers tangle in his hair, and he groans, a sound that makes my stomach flip. Every inch of him presses against me, and the world outside ceases to exist.
I lead him upstairs to my bedroom. The massive room sprawls around us, vast and luxurious. The canopy bed dominates the space, swathed in silk and velvet, soft lighting casts shadows on the walls. I step back just enough to catch a glimpse of him, my body aching in anticipation, and he grins, teeth brushing his bottom lip, eyes dark with intent.
Jefferson’s hands are gentle when he pushes the silver straps off my shoulders, letting the fabric pool at my feet. His eyes drink me in, skimming down my body. I don’t feel self-conscious. I feel worshipped.
“Touch me,” I beg. When he does it’s teasing, a rough thumb grazing my nipple, mouth dipping down to take the other in his mouth. He works me into hard, aching peaks, a slippery heat building between my legs.
“Fuck, I missed you, Angel.”
There’s no doubt that he wants me. It’s in his every touch and kiss. It’s in the hard erection threatening to tear the seam of his pants. Reaching between us, I unbuckle his belt and take him in my hand, heavy and hot. Giving him a long stroke, he growls low in his chest and snaps, lifting me up and throwing me on the bed.
I land on my back and look up at him as he removes the rest of his clothes. His body is a temple of hard cut muscle. I watch him closely, his cock swinging heavy between his legs, yelping in surprise when he grabs my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed.
“This first time is gonna be fast, but after that we can take it slow.”
He says it like there’s no discussion, and I realize how incredibly hot that is. Someone taking charge that isn’t me. He strokes himself, and I do the same, touching myself between the legs. Getting myself ready for him.
“That may be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He groans watching my fingers turn slick. Flattening his palm on my inner thigh, he spreads me apart, then eases a finger inside, curving it in the most deliriously, delicious way. “You’re so fucking tight, I want to feel you around my cock.”
