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From the feeling around his fingers, he suspected she did Kegel exercises, and he couldn’t wait to feel her squeeze his dick.
Time to push her over the edge.
He sucked her clit in his mouth and teased the bud with his tongue then crooked his fingers on her G-spot as though telling it to ‘come here.’ The first signs of her orgasm were the little tremors in her belly and thighs, then her pussy started to spasm, and Paula wailed as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her.
Jackson eased her down from her climax, until her only sounds were shuddering moans and ragged breathing. He grabbed a condom from the nightstand and ripped off the foil package. After he sheathed his dick with the thin latex membrane, he looked over at Paula and almost came immediately. She was still gripping the headboard. Her shoulders and arms had to be hurting by now, so he pried her hands away and eased down her arms.
Paula groaned as he massaged her arms and shoulders, and blood started to flow again. When Jackson was positive she was comfortable again, he settled between her legs and aligned the tip of his cock with her entrance.
“Look at me,” he ordered hoarsely.
Paula opened her eyes, and he looked down into her as he entered her. Strong muscles gripped him, and he groaned in pleasure.
“Squeeze down on me when I pull back.” Jackson started moving, and once again Paula did as he told her.
His eyes rolled back while he pounded his hips. Determined to take her over with him, he found her clit and started to play with it in time with his thrusts.
Paula started to thrash her head around on the pillow, and her hot pussy squeezed the hell out of his dick. She was covered in a thin sheen of perspiration, flushed from her breasts to her cheeks—a sight to behold in all her passion and abandon.
Sweat collected on Jackson’s back and began dripping from his forehead.
All coherent thought left his mind as he pummeled into her and drove them both to orgasm. His spine tingled and his balls drew up, preparing to shoot his load. He pressed down on her clit, and her orgasm billowed around him taking the last of his reserve.
Paula curled her arms around him and pulled him on top of her. They both lay panting for a moment. Jackson swirled his hips one last time with a lazy motion, before withdrawing. Her shudder pained him, but he needed to take care of the condom.
As he returned from the bathroom with a damp washcloth, sleepy eyes met his. “Jackson Cagney, you’re a stallion. Let’s do that again sometime,” Paula mumbled, splayed out on her back as she promptly fell asleep.
Jackson looked down in wonderment at the blonde who had been the star of so many of his fantasies. Her cool exterior and her turning down all advances from people at the police department had given her the nicknameHäagen-Dazs, because she was cold as ice and everyone wanted a taste of her. He now knew that under the layer of ice smoldered a fire that burned hotter than Mount Doom in Mordor.
He put away the washcloth and pulled the sheet over her. Her body would cool down soon.
Jackson shook his head as he started to gather and fold her clothes. To his utter amazement, there was a sexual submissive hiding under that harsh outer shell. He needed to talk to her the next morning to find out how deep that submissive streak ran. Could it be possible that they were compatible in more ways than only sexually? He went to sleep dreaming of a future with her.
CHAPTER TWO
Paula woke with a full bladder, a foul taste in her mouth, and a heavy arm draped over her middle. The arm belonged to a muscular male body with impressive morning wood pressed against her back.
Nothing unusual there.
What was unusual? She remembered exactly who that erection belonged to, remembered all too well the tousled blond hair, cocky smile, and golden-boy good looks. Jackson Cagney.
Shit.
Not some faceless hookup. Not just another notch. A detective. A cop. And what… thirteen, maybe fifteen years her junior?
She’d danced. She’d flirted. She’d absolutely, knowingly invited this. But waking up tangled in limbs and consequences? That hadn’t been part of the plan.
She’d not only gone home with Jackson, but she’d also had the best sex of her life. It wasn’t because she didn’t have sex often.
After her divorce, Paula had made sure she had plenty, but only on her terms.
The previous night had been different. Jackson had been bossy, taking complete control, and she’d liked it. The way he’d insisted she hold onto the bed had made everything more intense. Paula had to stop herself from rubbing an orgasm out to the memory. First, she had to get the hell out of here.
Paula looked around the room, masculine and well-organized with a valet stand in the corner.
Who the hell has a valet stand in their room?
A closer scan of the room revealed three large, framed posters from theLord of the Ringsmovies. Paula did a double take.
