Page 170 of Merciless

He reaches out and steals my wine glass to take a sip for himself.

“Mmm,” he says, licking his bottom lip. “You have good taste.”

“Mav helped introduce me to a few of the finer things in life.”

“Well,” he murmurs, placing the glass on the tray and giving me little choice but to lie back when he looms over me. “Let me allow you to indulge in some more.”

He spreads my legs, settling between my thighs, resuming from where we were rudely interrupted earlier.

His nose gently brushes mine, making me whimper with need and my lips purse, searching for his.

“Julian.” I moan when he kisses the corner of my mouth, refusing to give me what I need.

“I love it when you’re all needy, Dove. Gets me hard as fuck.”

Reaching out, I grab him through his sweats, needing evidence to prove his filthy words.

“Oh fuck.” He grunts when I squeeze him.

My mouth waters, and my core clenches.

“Kiss me,” I demand.

“Fuck. You drive me crazy.” He groans before finally giving me what I need and plunging his tongue into my mouth.

He swallows my moan as I tuck my fingers under the waistband of his sweats and find him going commando beneath.

His shaft is like velvet as I wrap my fingers around him and slowly work him, my thumb bumping over every piercing.

“Jesus,” he mutters into our kiss, his hips jerking forward in search of more.

His hand that’s not holding him up slips under my tank and squeezes my breast, making me arch for him.

His kisses and teasing touch make my head spin.

“More. I need more.” I moan before I’m suddenly moving as he flips us, forcing my hand to slip from his sweats. “Hey,” I complain, “I was playing with that.”

“I thought you wanted to thank me for the food.”

Sitting up, I stare down at him.

“I thought I had Reid to thank,” I tease, grinding over the impressive bulge in his pants, making his jaw pop.

“Trouble is, Dove. He’s not here, and I am. It sucks, but someone has to accept your gratitude, and I guess it’ll have to be me.”

“Such a hardship, I'm sure,” I say, sliding my hands under his tank, exposing his abs. “Off.”

He complies happily, lifting from the cot and dragging the fabric over his head.

I take a second to appreciate the pure piece of art laid out before me. Muscles, ink, a cock that makes me see stars. JD really is the whole package. And I am more than happy to unwrap him and indulge while I can.

I’ve no idea how long I’m going to be stuck here. I’m not going to give Reid everything he wants willingly. I don’t want to think about the darkest days of my past, let alone talk about them.

Dipping low, I circle one of his nipples with my tongue as my hands explore, loving the way his muscles bunch under my touch.

“Dove.” He moans, his fingers threading into my hair. I expect him to push me lower, to take control, but he never does.

Instead, with his eyes locked on mine, he watches as I take my time, licking every single ridge and indent of his chest and stomach before I get to his sweats.

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