Page 25 of Size Doesn't Matter

Her back arched, and her mouth fell open in a silent scream, his permission the final catalyst she needed to let the cresting wave of ecstasy break over her, through her, surround her. She’d held out for so long, and now she was going to drown in her abandon, shaking, shivering. Clinging to Jack like a life buoy.

And when he came, too, and pressed his hips into her, held still over her as he emptied himself inside her quivering body, a quiet sob escaped her.

She’d thought her previous orgasm was the best she’d felt in years, but it paled in comparison. She was in Heaven.

Soft kisses rained down on her, dashing away her tears. Then they were rolling, and she found herself tucked in tight to Jack’s side, his strong arms around her, his commanding voice telling her what a good girl she was. How proud he was of her.

He pressed a gentle yet lingering kiss to her mouth. “I’ll be back in a sec,” he said, staring down at her with that tender look again before leaving to dispose of the condom. “Are you all right?” he said when he returned. “Would you like some water?”

Sophie nodded, and he disappeared into the other room. She took the opportunity to go to the bathroom and freshen up. When she returned, she found the bedding turned down and Jack propped up against the pillows in the middle of the bed, sipping water. He’d placed another bottle on the bedside table closest to her, so she grabbed it and took a drink.

She hadn’t had a one-night stand in a very long time and was unsure of the protocols involved, but she figured it was time to leave. Before things got awkward. The thought made her sad. She’d had fun with Jack. And not just because the man was a certifiable sex god.

He was sweet, and she didn’t want to leave.

But what if he didn’t want her to stay?

Just then he tapped the mattress beside him. “Get over here.”

Her heart raced, and she had to tamp down her immediate reaction to leap onto the bed and snuggle into him.

Her hesitation made him frown. “Unless you’d rather go?”

Shaking her head, Sophie smiled shyly. “No, sir. I don’t want to go.”

“Good, because the only place you’re going tonight is over my lap.”

Her eyes widened, and she bit her lip to rein in her smile, then crawled over the bed and knelt beside him. “You still have the energy for that?”

Jack chuckled and tugged her forwards, encouraged her to lie across his lap, then grabbed her arse in both hands and squeezed hard. “I told you, beautiful,” he said, his voice a warm purr. “I intend to worship this arse tonight.”

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Sophie slowly blinked her eyes open only to squint them shut again and block out the sunlight flooding the bedroom. Rolling onto her back, she dragged her hands through her hair and tugged at the inevitable knots, then swiped the back of her hand over her mouth.

“Morning, sleepyhead.”

Oh God.

Squeezing her eyes even more tightly shut, Sophie prayed Jack had not just been witness to her daily morning ritual of removing the drool from her face, but the humour in his voice suggested otherwise.

Fighting with the sheets that were twisted around her, she managed to sit up and face Jack where he sat in the chair at the side of the bed. The intensity in his bright blue eyes made her drag the sheet higher until all of her wobbly bits were hidden. When he frowned at her, she doubled down, scrunching the sheet in her fist. If he tried to pull it away now, he’d have a fight on his hands.

“Morning,” she mumbled, quickly shoving her free hand through the wreckage of her hair again, wincing when it got caught on a particularly heinous knot. “Ouch.”

Jack rose from the chair and moved to the bed. His hair was dishevelled, as though he’d recently rolled out of bed, and he wore a fresh pair of boxer briefs that hugged his strong thighs and showcased his erection perfectly.

But….

She frowned. “Were you watching me sleep?”

“Yes,” he said, his tone completely lacking remorse.

Her eyes narrowed. “For how long?”

“Long enough,” he said, shrugging. “You’re very cute when you snore, by the way,” he added, grinning.

Sophie felt the heat of her embarrassment stain her face and neck.

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