Page 12 of Recipe for Satisfacton (Madewood Brothers 1)

He thrust his pelvis into her back.

She giggled. “Oh.”

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Jack turned his back to Sterling while he spoke with the driver, blocking her view. But Sterling did see him reach for his wallet and extract a few bills.

A one-night stand. She had just agreed to casual sex. Penn would be so proud.

A flurry of butterflies kicked up a commotion in her stomach. Her sex ached for more of his skilled touch. She’d thrown caution to the wind and let a stranger bring her to orgasm in a public place. Pretty good for her first night of fun. Thank God her stomach cooperated, too.

He turned back to her, his sexy smile unlike any she’d ever seen. No other man made her want to drop her panties with a simple smile. But Jack Vaughn…he made her want to drop her panties, lift up her skirt, and bend over.

“Shall we?” he asked. He opened the limo door and ushered her inside.

“What did you say to the driver?” she asked.

“We’ll be getting a VIP tour of the city.” He closed the door and the inside went dark. Her heart rate skyrocketed when he moved closer and nuzzled her neck. His breath caressed her skin, sending a tingle through her body. “If we’re not too busy doing other things, that is.”

She shivered at his words. A VIP tour of the city while getting it on with the hottest man she’d ever laid eyes on. Sterling, one. Boring old life, zero.

Jack’s hand rubbed back and forth across her breasts, which were straining against her bustier. He obligingly freed one breast, then the other. His strong hand closed over her skin, igniting a fire between her legs. Her nipples puckered under his touch. She wanted to feel his mouth on them…and everywhere.

As if knowing what she was thinking, he dipped down and licked, taking one between his teeth and tugging lightly. He was aggressive. He wasted no time. She wanted only one thing. And he knew just what to do to give it to her.

If any other man had skipped the pleasantries and gotten right down to the action she would have called it off, but with Jack, the faster she got what she wanted, the quicker she could cross casual sex off her list.

Jack knelt on the floor of the limo and rested between her legs. He cupped each breast, alternating between the two, licking and sucking, the metal of his tongue ring smooth against her skin.

She moaned. It was better than she had imagined earlier.

“I love the noises you make,” Jack said. “It lets me know what you like.” He kissed her neck and she moaned again. “You like that.” He lowered and kissed her nipple, laving his tongue around the tip, then sucking it hard into his mouth.

She moaned, louder this time.

“And you like that.” He gripped her legs and tugged, positioning her at the edge of the seat. His breath caressed her core, eliciting an ache between her thighs.

She lifted her pelvis in invitation, wanting desperately for him to put his mouth where she needed it most.

“I think I know what else you’ll like.” He slipped his hand under her skirt and removed her thong, sliding it down her legs. It tangled around her strappy sandals but he, ever so skilled, ripped them away with ease.

He straightened and lifted her legs. “I love these shoes.” He kissed her ankle, up her calf to her knee, then switched legs and did the same. He sat on his heels and peppered kisses along the inside of her thigh. She shook, her legs quivering in his hands.

She let her head fall away, giving in to his attention, letting go of everything, all worries, all expectations. She expected to be scared, but instead, a sense of calm washed over her, reassuring her that she was in the right place, with the right person, at the right time.

Her blissful sensation was abruptly interrupted when for the second time, her phone rang.

“Let it ring,” Sterling panted. She wasn’t stopping now.

“I want to see all of you.” He ignored the phone and wasted no time bringing his request to fruition.

After slipping his fingers inside the waist of her skirt, he let it glide down her body.

His tongue snaked out and licked up her folds. She jerked. His licks became harder and more frequent as he tongued her. God, she was melting. His fingers massaged the skin of her mound, exposing her clit. He turned his head at a right angle, licking from side to side, the metal ball on his tongue adding an extra layer of pleasure.

She cried out, completely giving herself over to sensation. His lips inched up, kissing her stomach and the underside of her breasts. She lifted her head and stared right into his heated gaze.

The intensity staring back rocked her. Not just her body, but her mind, and her heart, which she’d had no intention of involving tonight. With a simple look he had managed to get her to open up, let go, and push through every barrier she’d ever erected to protect herself. But she didn’t need protection with Jack Vaughn. They wanted the same thing.

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