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A new sense of anticipation and excitement crashes into me.

Soon.

I’m taking steps at having everything I’ve ever wanted.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Stevie

I’m barely inside the door when I’m being spun around and pressed against the wall. I yelp in surprise as I’m caged in place by two strong arms and a body that makes women cry in joy.

“Hello, Sweets,” Jack murmurs, pressing his lips to the pulse point in my neck.

“Hello, Jack,” I practically sing, turning my head enough to give him better access.

“I’ve missed you.”

A whimper slides from my lips. “Missed you too.”

His hand runs up my side, slipping easily beneath my oversized sweater. Thank God I left my coat unzipped for quick access. “Mmm,” he hums, nipping at my neck as his big, warm hand cups my left breast. “This is exactly what I’ve been thinking about all day.”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck, yes,” he insists, rocking his hips and grinding his erection against my wet core.

I close my eyes and just feel. “Show me.”

He carefully removes my coat, tossing my bag onto the floor and out of the way. Even though there’s an urgency, a roughness to his actions, Jack is incredibly gentle and careful as to not hurt my piercing. He lifts my sweater, swiping his mouth across my non-pierced nipple before raising the material over my head and tossing it behind him. My leggings go next, being pulled down my thighs until he reaches my feet, where he removes my slip-on boots too.

A hiss falls from his lips. “No panties either?” he asks, sliding his fingers between my wet, achy folds. “No braandno panties. What am I going to do with you?” He looks up, his eyes blazing with desire.

“I can think of a few things,” I quip, a coy grin on my lips.

He removes his clothes just as fast. Since he’s been home for a while and already showered after work, he’s wearing socks, black joggers, and a crewneck sweatshirt. It all comes off quickly, and within moments, he’s standing before me, gloriously naked.

I reach for his cock, giving it a gentle stroke. “I think you’re forgetting something,” I purr, waiting for him to realize it.

Jack practically dives for his pants, pulling the single foil packet out of the pocket and ripping it open.

I can’t help but snort. “Someone was prepared.”

“Call me a Boy Scout,” he mutters, rolling the protection over his cock.

He bends down and lifts, pinning me against the wall once more and adjusting his arms beneath my legs to help hold me up. Of course, the positioning helps open me up for him.

“Grab my cock, Sweets. Help me out.”

I reach between my spread legs and take him in my palm. After giving him a few gentle strokes and squeezes, I shift him to my entrance. He holds my gaze and slowly presses forward, filling me completely in one glorious stroke. Our mixed groans fill the space around us as his hips start to move.

Jack sets a fast pace, pumping hard and driving us both straight for release. My orgasm builds quickly, and there’s no stopping it. He slams into me, making my entire body quiver. My pussy starts to convulse, and all it takes is one good thrust and the rock of his hips as he grinds over my clit to send me spiraling into another stratosphere.

Crying out as I come, his name is the one word on my lips before he presses his mouth to mine and follows me over the edge. Our tongues dance as our bodies finally start to slow, the euphoria of release glistening on our skin.

“God, you’re amazing,” he murmurs, kissing me softly before pushing off the wall and carrying me to the couch.

He places me on the couch and heads for the half-bath to dispose of the condom. When he returns and sits, I straddle his lap again as Jack reaches for the blanket and tosses it over our bodies. Careful not to put too much friction on my nipples, as we continue to kiss.

He releases my lips and glances down, taking in the sight of my single piercing. “I know I’ve said it before, but this is the sexiest thing ever.”

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