Page 35 of Boyfriend Maintenance

His kiss falters, his breathing catches, and he drops his head to my shoulder as I adjust my grip for a better hold. I pump up and down only a few times before he pulls away from me.

Smugness clouds his face as he picks me up again—this seems to be his thing—and carries me to my bed. In the few steps it takes to get us there, he has my bra unhooked. He lays me down with more finesse than I expected, pulling my strapless away from my body, tossing it on the floor.

He leans down with determined swiftness and lavishes my breast. I can’t hold back the moan that escapes as it’s been way too long since they’ve gotten any attention. Minutes later, he makes his way down my body, over my quivering stomach before finally stopping at my panty line.

He must sense me watching him because, as he stops, he looks up and grins. “I’ve thought about this moment many, many times.”

“Oh yeah?” I blush at the thought of him having fantasies about me.

“Yes. I hope you don’t mind if I take my time.” His eyebrow quirks in challenge.

“When did you become such a gentleman?” I giggle.

“Baby, I’ve always been a gentleman.” His smile is so bright when he winks that I nearly swoon instead of rolling my eyes. Cheesy lines have always been for the birds until now.

“Just get on with it. The suspense is killing me,” I joke but I really may die if I have to wait any longer to feel that warm, attentive tongue of his.

With a smirk, he pulls my undies down my legs then tosses them on the floor with my bra.

True to his word, Jake takes his time with lazy kisses and drawn-,out licks. He pushes me to the edge only to pull me back, over and over again. A game that only he’s playing, yet one I’m enjoying. Finally, he lets me break apart on his tongue.

Allowing me several gratifying breaths, he pushes up from the bed and pulls his wallet from his back pocket, grabbing a condom. He tosses his wallet on the nightstand nearby and steps out of his pants taking his briefs with them.

He’s utterly magnificent and I’m speechless. All hard lines and smooth skin, yet soft to the touch. There isn’t a single inch of him that isn’t perfect. I’ll have to spend more time in the gym to even the playing field a little.

I'm lost in my perusal of his flawless body when the sound of a rip of foil draws my eyes to the girth between his legs. He rolls on the condom then grins as he crawls up my body.

“You like what you see?” His voice is gruff.

I’m so ready for him that just the sound of his voice causes me to shiver. On autopilot, my hands lift to him and I run my fingertips over his now cooled skin. “Very much.” My body is clearly acting on its own as my legs spread to make room for his hips. I bite my lip as I feel him line himself up with my center. My breath catches in my throat. I don’t breathe again until he pushes into me and both of us are gasping for breath.

He feels so right. A perfect fit.

Moving together, we fall into a natural rhythm. A rhythm that is comfortable and familiar but at the same time also new and exciting. When I start seeing stars, he presses his mouth to mine, kissing me through my orgasm. The act draws out my pleasure as his body tenses over mine. He presses his forehead to my shoulder and finds his own release.

At that moment, I feel the need for him take root in my heart, in every way. Like his soul has merged with mine, this thing between us far from done.

The sounds of our heavy breaths fill the room as I slowly ease the grip I have on his back.

As I do, he leans up, looking down at me. His gives me a soft smile then leans in and kisses my nose. “That was …” He trails off, maybe all his words were lost with my own.

“Amazing?” I offer.

He thinks about it, tapping his chin.

“The best sex you’ve ever had?” Trying again.

“Meh, it was alright.” The jerk shrugs.

“Hey! Be nice!” I push at him as I fake pout, fighting back a giggle. He laughs and rolls us over and pulls me into his side.

“I was.” He’s still laughing as I snuggle into his side, resting my head on his shoulder.

He draws lazy circles over my naked shoulder, his other hand under his head.

“So, if Becca knows about the money, do your other friends?” He’s casual, but I know there’s something more in his tone.

“Becca’s the only person from my old life that’s not family who I’m still in contact with. As for my new friends, it’s not that they don’t know, but I’ve never talked to them about it. Besides the fact that I live here, I don’t live like I have all the money in the world. Plus, I really don’t have a lot of friends outside of work.”

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