Page 68 of His Surrender
The sting began to subside as he pushed in deeper. His eyes never left me.
“More,” I begged.
“Can you handle more?” he asked, back to his cocky self.
“Bastard.” But even as I said the word, I reached down and placed my hand over his.
Jay linked our fingers and leaned forward, laying his body over mine as he rested our joined hands above my head. I adored the way his hair fell into his face as he peered down at me. In that moment, he looked so young but definitely not innocent.
“I kind of like that dirty mouth of yours,” he muttered before kissing me.
He thrust forward, burying himself deep inside my ass, and I groaned against his parted lips. The sex was hard, fast, and all I had expected it to be. What I didn’t expect was the sudden swell of emotion in my chest when Jay kept holding my hand, gripping it tighter as he pounded into me. It was almost like he’d craved the intimacy just as much as I did.
“Come for me, Remi,” he rasped, reaching between us to stroke me.
His thick cock hit my prostate with every thrust, and I felt that familiar tingle travel down my spine. I looked into his eyes as he took me faster.
“Jay.” I wrapped an arm around him and crushed our lips together, groaning against his mouth as my orgasm hit. White-hot pleasure had me moaning and gasping for air. Nothing had ever felt more powerful. Intense.
That’s when I truly knew, despite all the warnings to myself, my heart had gotten involved. It didn’t scare me as much as I thought it would.
He bit the top of my shoulder as his whole body tensed, and then he was coming too. There was nothing sexier than the way Jay Foley moaned as he was caught in the throes of orgasm. His mouth slammed against mine as his hips rocked into me, gradually slowing as his body calmed.
Afterward, he rolled off me and pulled me into his arms. I laid my head on his chest, hearing the wild beating of his heart. It matched the rhythm of mine.
“Thank you for coming to my show tonight,” I said, out of breath.
“I enjoyed it.” Jay ran his fingertips up and down my bicep. “You’re too damn sexy when you play. I’m glad you wore your hat too.”
I snorted and pressed my face into the crease of his neck.
“Aw, don’t be so shy.”
“I’m not shy,” I mumbled. A big fat lie.
Pillow talk with Jay was more nerve-racking than having sex with him. I felt so damn awkward. But happy too. Maybe because my feelings for him had shifted. Each tender moment meant so much more now.
“I probably won’t be able to see you much over the next two to three weeks,” Jay said. “The trial is gettin’ more intense and I’ll be working late hours.”
If it was any other man, I would’ve taken it as some bullshit excuse to create distance between us. But not with Jay. He didn’t play mind games like that.
“Are you still mad at Emery?” I asked. He’d told me about Emery suppressing vital evidence due to an oversight on a document. Things had supposedly gotten extra heated in the courtroom the other day, as well.
Jay softly inhaled before releasing the breath, his hand continuing to move along my arm. “It’s complicated. This isn’t the first time Emery and I have battled it out in court… but it’s the first time we’ve ever had this much tension between us. Our personal relationship has no place in the courtroom. That’s something we always say to each other.” He turned more to his back, staring up at the ceiling. “It’s just hard not feeling personally attacked sometimes.”
“You have enough on your plate to worry about, so don’t add me to that list,” I said, wanting to reassure him. “It’s cool if we can’t hang out as much. I’m a big boy and can take care of myself.”
“Big?” Jay nuzzled the side of my head. “But you’re so small in my arms.”
I scoffed and pushed against his chest. “I’m notthatsmall. I can still kick your ass, Jay.”
“Um, excuse me? That’s Mr. Foley to you, peasant.”
I laughed and flipped on top of him, sliding my fingers through his. He smiled and held my gaze.
“Can I ask you something?”
Instantly, he became guarded and his smile fell a little. “Sure.”
