Page 31 of Cupid's Beau

“To waking up with you.” He drops a kiss on my shoulder. Surprising me with his honesty. “To not sharing you with the rest of the world.”

“Jack…”

“I mean it.” His voice turns even more serious. “I’m done hiding, baby.” He props himself up on an elbow to look me in the eye. Acres of smooth golden skin covering his massive figure.

His hand slides down my side.

And I arch into his touch.

“Come here,” he murmurs, rolling me under him. His lips trail down my neck. His mouth finds that spot behind my ear that makes me gasp.

We’re definitely going to miss our flight. Again.

Jack’s hand closes around my thigh, spreading my legs open. His hard cock presses against me. God. He feels so good.

His gaze darkens.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby.”

The words send a new wave of desire through me.

“Jack,” I moan, pulling his head down to mine.

Our tongues slide together. Our bodies moving in tandem in a slow grind of pleasure.

Jack’s hands cup my ass, holding me against him.

“You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen,” he whispers.

My heart races.

“Jack…”

“It’s true.” His fingers dig into my skin. “Every inch of you is fucking perfection.”

I don’t have a reply.

He kisses me again. Deeper. Slower.

I moan again, wrapping a leg around his waist.

He shifts his hips, rubbing the head of his cock over my entrance.

“Yes,” I gasp, reaching down to guide him into me.

“Fuck.” Jack’s voice is hoarse as he pushes inside me.

“God, you feel so good.”

The bed is rocking. His muscles are straining.

I hold onto his shoulders.

“Fuck,” Jack swears.

“Are you close?” I pant.

“Yes.”

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