Page 77 of Seal the Deal

He chuckles low as he kicks them off, and I trace my hands over him, feeling tension coiling in his muscles. He groans, tipping his head back, and I let my hand drift down to stroke him slowly.

“Fuck, Charlie…” His voice is taut, like he’s barely holding himself in check.

There’s nothing restrained about him—he’s all hard lines, raw strength, barely contained power. Like a god above me as he peels off his boxers.

He catches me admiring him, mouth curving in a dark smile as he leans in, cupping my breast. “Like what you see, sweetheart?”

“Hmm, the view isokay,” I tease, but my facade crumbles as he rolls my nipple between his fingers, the bite of sensation sending a thrill through me.

“Don’t tease me, baby.” His words are a rough demand, his mouth recapturing mine in a searing kiss that brands me.

After a beat, he pulls back, hands tracing up to frame my face, his expression turning serious. “I’ve got condoms,” he says hesitantly, but frowns when I laugh.

It’s not a mean laugh, it just feels like an awkward moment straight out of high school. Two responsible adults about to sleep together, and we’re both hesitating like it’s our first time.

“Would you prefer to?” I ask, and he raises an eyebrow. “I’ve had the injection,” I clarify, trying to sound casual.

His frown shifts into a slow, relieved nod. “Oh. Right. That’s, uh, good.” There’s a pause before he clears his throat. “I get checked regularly, you know. With the team and all.” He pauses, scratching the back of his neck. “But I mean, it’s been a while since, uh, anyone else.”

I can’t help it; a small snort escapes me. “Same. A very long while.”

“Right,” he says again, his lips twitching. “Cool. So we’re, uh, good?”

“Super good.”

His smirk finally breaks through as I reach up to brush my thumb over his bottom lip, but he ruins the moment by catching it between his teeth and biting.

“Ow!” I yelp, jerking my hand back. “What the hell was that?”

“Payback for laughing at me, Lady Lightning. It’s a serious topic.”

“Oh, very serious,” I deadpan. “So serious I can’t believe you didn’t write out a formal agreement first.”

“Don’t tempt me. I’ve got a pen around here somewhere,” he says, pretending to look around before tackling me back onto the bed.

We laugh and both move at the same time, colliding again, hands exploring, lips claiming, a tangle of breathless touches and heat. Every nerve in my body is attuned to him, and the tension that’s been building all day explodes. Nothing else matters now. Only him.

“Open up for me, Charlie girl,” he says, positioning himself over me and nudging my legs apart.

My breath hitches as his cock slides against me, slow and deliberate, teasing every nerve.

“Look at you, spread out and dripping for me like this. You’re fucking stunning.”

“Jake… please…” The words come out shaky, my hips tilting up in desperation.

His tip slides up and down, grazing over my clit, making me gasp. I squirm beneath him, desperate for more, but he just grins.

“Patience, baby,” he murmurs, like it’s a lesson I’m about to fail. “Tell me how much you want this.”

“I want you… I want this,” I manage, my voice breathless.

The dimple in his cheek deepens as he smirks, his thumb brushing over my cheek like he’s savoring every second of my unraveling. “Say it again,” he commands, daring me to hold back. “Tell me exactly what you need. Use those sweet lips.”

Heat floods my cheeks, but his gaze pins me there, and the desire roaring through me drowns out any hesitation. “Fuck me, Jake. Please. I need you.”

The second the words leave my mouth, his lips are on mine, stealing my breath. “That’s my girl.”

He draws back and positions himself at my entrance, eyes flicking up to lock on mine as he slides in.

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