Page 41 of Her Property

Once more he nearly exploded. Instead, he dropped back down and pulled her pussy to his face, curling his arms under her thighs, bringing his tongue to her clit and flicking at it so fast she came almost instantly, bucking against him and crying out his name again and again.

When her sounds finally died down, he came up beside her and laid next to her. She panted into the pillow, sweat glistening on her temple.

“My god,” she said. “I can barely catch my breath... that was the most intense—”

But his fingers found her wetness and grazed her clit once more.

“What was that?” he asked, his voice teasing.

But Cat didn’t answer. She cried out, her body writhing against him. “Jake,” she said simply. “I want you inside of me.”

This time it was his turn to shudder with pleasure. “As you wish,” he whispered. He reached for his jeans, grabbing the foil packet from his wallet and saying a quick prayer he’d thought to stick it there after the night with the bath. Just in case. He made quick work of getting it unwrapped and on his cock. Finally he was hovering over her, his head pressed against her entrance.

He paused, wanting to extend the moment. Cat’s eyes were closed, her lips parted. Now it was his turn to see her, to take her in while her eyes were unseeing. The curve of her cheek, her shoulders, her breasts, her hips.

“Wait,” she said. She got up and turned around, gripping the headboard and presenting her pussy to him.

He moaned, his fingers toying with her for a moment before he couldn’t stand it anymore, he brought his cock to her entrance and plunged inside. The gasp of pleasure she made and the warmth of her body wrapped around him made stars shoot around the backs of his eyes before he’d even finished. She arched her back, and he reached for her tits as he thrust into her over and over again. His other hand went to her clit, and he played it with his fingers as he fucked her. His balls slapped against his fingertips and her clit and then the release came. The explosion was so strong his whole body seized against her. He’d never felt anything like it.

He stayed with her, his head dipped into her back, until his breathing steadied.

“Are you okay?” he whispered.

“Better than that,” she said, as they collapsed down onto the bed together.

Cat

Catherine had just had the absolute best sex of her life, and it wasn’t even dinnertime yet.

“I’m starving,” she said from the place she’d claimed as her personal home—the crook in his shoulder; her hand playing with the soft line of hair going from Jake’s navel downward.

“If you keep it up with your hand down there I’m going to have to figure out a way to rally. Again.”

She laughed, a glowing warmth running through her. They’d made love three times, with the last time Jake collapsing with his arm flung over his forehead, claiming she was trying to kill him.

“Death by pleasure,” he’d said, still breathing hard. “I’ll take it.”

Cat moved her hand up to his chest. “I’ll lay off for now. I’m spent.”

“Oh god, I’m glad you said something,” he said, sliding onto his side and resting his head in his hand.

Jake ran a finger along her arm, down her ribs, and onto her hip. Then he gripped her there with his whole hand and growled.

“I can’t believe you walk around the world like this, as if it’s perfectly normal to have the body of a goddess under your clothes.”

“A goddess, really?” she said, her brow arched. She settled her head back down into the pillow. She was curvier than most. Nothing all that spectacular that she could remark on.

But Jake was on her in a heartbeat, his forearms resting on either side of her head in the pillow. He lowered his body onto hers.Hewas the one with the Adonis body.

“Yes, goddess. One hundred percent goddess.” He bent down and kissed her, his lips against hers sending sparks through her. They’d made love for hours, becoming familiar with every part of each other’s body. Yet every touch of his skin to hers still felt electric, like she was some kind of live wire. But he was heavy, too.

“You’re squishing me,” she said, laughing.

“Sorry,” he said, rolling off of her and grinning that gorgeous grin of his.

The afternoon had been so incredible she’d almost forgotten why she’d come over here in the first place. She’d come here to try to see if she could solve the problem of Jones vs. Colson. If she didn’t at least try to talk to Jake about it, Alfred was going to come after him guns blazing. Jake would lose and would probably have to sell the property, depending on damages. Alfred would have destroyed a man for no good reason, and she’d have failed again. Not to mention she’d have betrayed Alfred’s trust for nothing.

And she had betrayed Alfred’s trust. She knew she’d already gone too far. Even if she fixed this thing. If Alfred knew how close she’d gotten with Jake, he’d never forgive her.

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