Page 91 of Breaking News

“No. I want you to fuck me in front of the New York City skyline,” she declared. And then she must have remembered her submissive role in our dynamic, because her smile softened and she quietly said, “Please.”

I touched her jaw, running my thumb along her bottom lip. Gently, I stuck my thumb in her mouth between her teeth, and her lips closed around it. With her eyes locked on mine, I nearly dropped to my knees right then and there.

Jillian pulled her mouth off my thumb with a softpop, never taking her eyes from mine. “Do you want me on my knees?”

Oh, I would have liked that very much. But I wanted her spread out on the soft mattress even more. Not kneeling on this hard floor. I couldn’t enjoy this if I thought she was hurting. “No, but you’re wearing far too many clothes at the moment,” I said, tugging on the bottom of her loose white tank top. I slowlypeeled it upward, and she lifted her arms, helping me yank it over her head.

Jill reached for the clasp of her bra between her breasts, but I took over.

“Let me.” Her hands fell to her sides as I unhooked the clasp, and the second her breasts sprang free, my breath caught in my throat. It wasn’t like I hadn’t seen them before, but every time was like the first time.

“Fuck,” I murmured, pulling her bra away from her body and dropping it to the floor. I skimmed my hands down her bare skin. “You’re unreal.”

My hands slid down to her hips, where I tucked my fingers beneath the waistband of her shorts to pull them down. I planted kisses along her shoulder and down her breast as I pulled her panties down next, pausing to let her kick them away. She was completely bare before me now. But not just me. With a glance at the wide, open curtains, I asked, “Need me to close the curtains?”

“No,” she said, her hand trailing down her front until it dropped between her legs.

I gently nudged it away. “That’s my job. Lie down on the bed… close to the edge.” If anyone in this room was going to be on their knees, it’d be me.

Devouring her.

Worshipping her.

She obeyed and sat naked at the edge of the mattress. I knelt in front of her, putting my hands on her knees, smiling at the way we both pretended I wasn’t the one at her mercy.

“Open wider for me, darling,” I commanded, forcing her knees apart with my hands when she moved too slowly. “I want to see all of you.”

I let out a quiet groan as I shifted closer. I usually took my time with her—teased her, edged her, made her beg. But not tonight. There was no patience left in my body.

I kissed her thigh, then again a little higher. Her fingers latched onto my hair as I nudged her legs over my shoulders and wrapped my arms around her hips, locking her in.

And then I was on her, licking the length of her slit with fast, greedy strokes. She gasped like she wasn’t expecting me there so soon. She arched her back, pushing back farther against her palms but not fully lying down. And I liked her that way—it meant I could steal the occasional glance up at the blissful look in her eyes as I savored her taste like a man starved.

“Oh, oh!” she squealed, her chest heaving between words. I closed my lips around her swollen bud, sucking on her until her toes curled against my back.

I teased her entrance with a finger, but the way she moaned my name broke something in me. I needed her. Now. As much as I loved feeling her come undone on my tongue, the thought of her coming all over my cock made me hard as a brick.

Reluctantly, I dragged my mouth away from her slick skin. Her arousal was still wet on my lips as I stood up, her eyes following me the whole way. She watched me unbutton my shirt, chewing on her bottom lip as she drew her knees together.

“I’m selfish,” I said, my fingers hurrying on the last button before I pulled my shirt off. “I wish I could feel you skin on skin, with nothing between us.”

Jill’s lips parted, and I could sense her hesitancy.

And then, maybe stupidly, I admitted to her for the first time, “I’ve had a vasectomy.” I wasn’t thinking of the words I was saying and their implication—that I would not be fathering another child—and my stomach turned over as I waited for any sign of disappointment. This was not the conversation to have right now.

But a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Her knees fell apart again as she reached for my belt buckle with both hands, unfastening it as she looked up into my eyes. “I want to feel all of you,” she said, yanking my jeans down.

That was all I needed to hear, and I was fully naked within seconds. I nudged her gently until her back hit the mattress, her hair splaying out across the white comforter. I followed her down, bracing myself on my forearms as I hovered over her. Chest against chest, skin on skin.

I kissed her first. Slowly, because I didn’t want to rush this moment. With everything going on, it felt heavier than it had before, like we both knew this might be the last time we could do this without consequences. Once we left this city, everything would be different. We had to make it count.

Shifting my weight above her, I guided myself to her entrance as she parted her legs wider for me. She held her breath as I slid into her slowly, tilting her head back against the pillow. I exhaled a shaky breath against her mouth as I pushed all the way in. “God, you feel like heaven,” I whispered.

There were no restraints this time.

No blindfold.

No condom.

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