Page 133 of Behind the Net

“Really.” He says it like he’s not surprised.

I nod, eyes closed, and sigh again as his big hand cups my breast, weighing it, massaging.

“I can’t stop thinking about last night,” he tells me, lips brushing my ear, and I shiver.

“Me neither,” I breathe. “And this morning.”

“Seeing you come is a dream, Pippa. I’m addicted to it.” His hand drifts down my stomach, trailing light touches that I feel in every nerve ending. “I’ve pictured making you come in a thousand different ways. Bent over the kitchen counter. In the back seat of my car. In my bed. In your bed.” At the brush of his hand over my clit, I jerk, muscles tightening.

He cups my pussy, and on instinct, my hips tilt, seeking friction. My clit aches as my legs press outward into his.

“Needy.” Without moving his hand, his teeth nip my shoulder and my hips tilt again. “So fucking needy.”

“You’re playing with me.”

His laugh is low and pleased. “What do you need?”

“Touch me. Fuck me. Fill me, Jamie.”

I can’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. I’ve never said these things before, but then again, I never felt this way before.

He lets out a hoarse groan. “That mouth. That pretty, dirty mouth.” His mouth traces the shell of my ear. Heat builds low in my belly, and I know that whatever he does, it won’t take long to make me come. “Now what? Show me.”

My hand covers his, and I slide it lower, pressing on two of his thick fingers near my entrance. He pushes them inside me, and I gasp, arching against him at the delicious stretching ache as I accommodate him.

“Like that?” he asks, smug.

“Youknowit’s like that,” I manage as he strokes in and out.

“What else? What else do you need to get there?”

“Clit.” My voice is thin and strained, and I’m clutching his thighs, trying to breathe.

His palm presses against my clit, dragging over it with the movement of his fingers, and my eyes roll back. My head spins at the intensity.

“There we go,” he murmurs against my temple, and his pleased tone makes me flush. “Such a good girl for me. Such a fast learner. Are you ready to come?”

I nod frantically.

“Use your words.”

“Please.” It falls from my lips as a moan. “I need to come.”

His groan vibrates through my back, and his cock presses into me insistently. “Love it when you beg me.”

He crooks his fingers inside me, finding the spot that blanks my thoughts out. His fingers are just a little too thick, but the light, aching sting nudges me closer to my release. His other hand settles around my neck, gentle but possessive, and I only want to be his.

I cry out at the first tremors.

“Yeah.” His tone is smug, and I wish I could see his face. “That’s it right there, isn’t it?”

I shake as intense pressure builds. When he touches that spot, my body floods with bright, intense sensation.

“Jamie,” I whimper.

It feels too good. Too much. The friction on my clit, his arm around my waist, anchoring me to him, his lips against my temple, his thick fingers punishing me—electricity courses through my muscles as the wave gains strength.

It peaks, and I crash.

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