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His body was sexier than any of the Greek gods I’d seen in marble. He was the real thing, living flesh, toned muscles, warmth and strength and desire all melded into a remarkable package. Jack was the ultimate fantasy, and I was finally going to experience the reality.
His tongue licked at my lips and my head fell back, a moan escaping. I could feel a wetness soaking into my panties, panties that suddenly felt confining. Especially when his fingers brushed along my slit through them.
I moved to follow his questing fingers, but he gave a dark chuckle, finding ways to frustrate me. When he finally pushed a finger beneath the material to touch me, I had to bite my lip to prevent myself from crying out.
Jack pressed a finger into my core and I could feel the muscles stretching around it. Although I’d been with a couple of guys, I was relatively inexperienced with sex. My father and brother had managed to scare off most guys who’d expressed an interest in me, often before we’d reached the sexual stage in our relationship.
I prayed Jack didn’t scare easy, because this was already the most sensual experience of my life, and I knew I’d want to do it over and over again.
Removing his finger, Jack gripped my hips and pulled me forward to grind his caged cock against my panties. “Please,” I couldn’t help saying. There were still too many layers of clothing between us.
“Please?” His tone was teasing, and in that moment, I hated him as much as I desired him. Must he tease me? Why couldn’t he just give me what I craved?
“Please,” was all I could say in reply, half out of my mind with lust but unable to form the words to ask for what I wanted.
“Shhh,” he whispered, placing a finger against my lip. It was the finger that had been inside me. As I met his gaze, my tongue peeked out of my mouth and licked him.
His eyes widened, going dark, and I knew then that he wouldn’t be able to hold back for long. He wanted me as much as I wanted him.
A few more twitches of my hips elicited a frustrated growl from him. “Time to give you what you’re asking for,” he said against my ear. Then he pulled aside my panties and slowly, ever so slowly, slid his hard cock inside me.
It was massive, and Jack was forced to go slow. But when he finally was buried to the hilt, I let out a sigh of satisfaction. He felt so good inside me, like no one had before. As he held there, he kissed my face, then my neck and lower, beginning to lick at my breasts.
I could feel him throbbing inside me, and felt an answering throb in my nipples as he began to tease them with his tongue and teeth. It wasn’t long before I was panting, trying to move my hips to get more blessed friction.
Jack smiled down at me and then pulled out, only to thrust back in. I moaned, unable to help myself, and when he did it again, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.
CHAPTER 11
JACK
I couldn’t stop myself. I had to touch her. Had to hold her.
When I’d found her in Jansen’s closet, I’d almost lost my mind. The thought of Emma in danger drove me crazy. I couldn’t let another woman die on my watch.
Especially not her.
Emma was the kindest, the sweetest, the most gorgeous woman I’d ever known. The anger I’d felt on the drive home had transformed. Now the swirl of emotions inside me drove me to possess her.
I could no longer control my longing. I had to have her. Had to taste her. Had to feel her trembling around me.
She pulled my head down, her mouth close to my ear. “You feel so good inside me,” she whispered, and I had to grit my teeth and close my eyes to maintain control of my body. I already wanted to release inside her, and I’d barely gotten started.
I picked up the pace, my thrusts taking on a wild quality. Something about this woman drove me to the edge of my control. I’d never been so turned on, had never had anyone feel so right in my arms.
Emma moaned, and it sent a shiver through me. I wanted her there, wanted her to surrender her pleasure to me. Reaching between us, I ran a finger over her sensitive nub. Her thigh muscles jumped, and her legs began to shake.
I traced little circles over her clit, loving the needy sounds she made as we came together. Back to begging, her head thrashing, I knew she was about to go over the edge.
I leaned closer, kissing her neck. “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, then nibbled her earlobe while pushing deep inside her.
The wave of pleasure broke inside her, and I could feel her climax ripple through her entire body. She was squeezing so tightly around me, I couldn’t help myself. With a groan, I let go, following her over the edge.
When I came back to Earth, I realized what had just happened. Here I stood, still inside Emma as she lay strewn across the conference table. Of the office that her father owned. What the fuck had I just done?
I just had sex with my boss’s only daughter. My best friend’s only sister. I’m a fucking asshole.
I moved back, pulling up my pants and fastening them, then bending down to retrieve my shirt. As much as I could, I avoided her gaze, trying to catch my breath and get my bearings.
