Page 12 of Size Doesn't Matter

When was the last time he’d wanted to simply talk with a woman? With anyone, for that matter? He’d spent so much of the last few years alone that even his family were surprised when he showed up to events. Even more so when he actually engaged someone in conversation.

“Because… you want sex but you’re not pushing me for it. You’re willing to sit here, obviously uncomfortable physically, and wait for me to eat and drink, wait for me to become comfortable enough with you to let you fuck me.” She grabbed a slice of watermelon and topped it with a small slice of brie. “And also….”

Jack smiled as she hedged around whatever she was about to say, her gaze dropping like it had before, her grin growing shy, and a blush staining her cheeks. “What?”

She glanced at him sideways, then pressed the snack to his lips. He greedily accepted it and swallowed it down, then grabbed her wrist to stop her retreat and sucked her fingertips into his mouth, licking clean the sticky sweet melon juice. He enjoyed the way her throat bobbed when she swallowed hard, her burning gaze now glued to his mouth.

She licked her lips, then shook herself, presumably to refocus on whatever it was she was about to say before he derailed her thoughts. “Ah, your groan, it wasn’t an ‘oh my God, you’re too fat and heavy for my weak little matchstick legs’ groan.”

His mouth twitched at the corners again. “No?”

“No.” She smiled. “It was a good groan. A sexy groan.” She popped a wedge of cheese in her mouth, then wriggled her arse against his thighs, brushing against his rock-hard cock and making him groan again. “And I’m gunna go out on a limb here and say you never miss leg day, do you?” She wriggled again, and it took all his restraint to stay still and let her torture him. “Your thighs are freaking impressive.”

Jack’s body shook with his amusement. “Thank you. And you are correct. I never miss leg day.” He grabbed her hand again and held it against his chest, his smile growing as Sophie began exploring his body on her own, stroking her fingers over the muscles he’d spent years cultivating in the gym. Leaving those fiery little trails he craved in her wake. “I never miss any day.”

Her eyes narrowed playfully. “Gym junkie, eh?”

Jack shrugged. “I’m single. I have to burn off my excess energy somehow.”

Her gaze turned contemplative, and he had a hunch she was comparing him to his brother. Ethan had a very different way of burning off energy, and it didn’t involve suicide sprints.

Before he could internalise that thought and let it eat at him, Sophie wriggled her arse again and grinned.

“I bet we could sit like this all night, and you wouldn’t complain, would you?” She popped another piece of brie in her mouth. “I bet these tree trunks you call thighs could withstand pretty much anything. Hell, I’m more likely to end up with a sore arse from sitting on rock-hard muscle before you tell me to get off your lap.”

“Hmm, let me think about that one,” Jack said, biting back his amusement while pretending for all of three seconds to contemplate her words. “Complain about a beautiful woman sitting in my lap half naked, feeding me snacks and making me laugh more in the past few minutes than I have in the past few years?” He nodded slowly. “Yeah, I think I’m okay with that. As for the other thing….”

“Yes?”

“The second you say you’re done,” he growled, nodding at the food, “I’m ripping that lingerie from your body and using the scraps to tie you up.” His grip tightened on her thigh until she whimpered. “Then I’m going to give you something else rock-hard to sit on, and by the time I’m done with you, you willdefinitelyend up with a sore arse.”

Sophie sucked back another sudden breath, her breasts heaved, and her hand fluttered to the base of her throat. She moved to lower her face again, but Jack caught her chin and made her meet his gaze, revelled in the fire he saw staring back at him. The wanting, the need that flooded her dark eyes was like a siren’s call, willing him to close the gap between them and take her.

But she beat him to it when she leaned into him, her mouth hovering over his, and whispered, “I’m done.”

5

Sophie’s hunger for food was forgotten as her hunger for Jack took over. She’d wanted cheese, and what he’d said to her was pretty damn cheesy, butfuckif it wasn’t sexy too.

The moment she said she was done, his mouth crashed against hers, hot and demanding. Forcing her lips apart, his tongue slipped inside her mouth, and the second it met hers, she moaned, long and unashamed.

His kisses were near perfection, able to drive every irrelevant thought from her mind. Probably a few relevant ones too. Thoughts likeAm I really going to do this? Am I really going to sleep with my ex-hook-up’s brother?AndWhat does that say about me as a person? As a professional?

But then Jack squeezed her thigh again and hauled her closer to his insanely tight body, and the strength required for him to do that wiped her brain clean of pretty much every thought she’d ever had.

Everything other thanI want this man. Now.

She whimpered when he pulled back from their kiss but forgave the rude interruption when he said, “Should we take this inside?”

Her head seemed to nod of its own accord, and Sophie readily agreed. “Yes.”

Jack slid his hand into her hair and pulled her back for one more searing kiss before slapping her arse and urging her to her feet. Her pussy throbbed, his dominant actions speaking to her on a level she’d never been able to deny, and if he hadn’t figured it out yet, he soon would.

Sophie was a sexual submissive.

She liked it hard and she liked it rough and she really hoped Jack could deliver.

Taking her hand, he led her back inside, then shut the door and closed the curtains. She appreciated his caution. Ethan would have left them open, daring people to watch them and listen to them, evenfilmthem. That man had so many sex tapes on the internet he could start his own porn channel. And while he’d assured Sophie more than once that he’d never discovered one with her in it, there was always a niggling doubt at the back of her mind. It was definitely possible that someone had caught them together at some point and filmed the event for posterity.

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