He broke that vow in one swipe of his tongue against my slit, tickling my clit, tasting my slickness, and then completely imbedding within my tight pussy.
“Oh, my God, Jack!”
I gripped his shoulders, fearing I’d rip the shirt from his chest. His lips sealed around me, nibbling and feasting, and I collapsed against the leather as his prodded touch drew more desperation from my voice.
Shivers upon shivers.
I arched, offering more to him. Jack grinned, his lips wet with my own desire.
“Kiss, you’re sweeter than chocolate.”
I should’ve been embarrassed. Mortified. Fighting my need to wrestle my panties from his hands and cover the parts of me that should’ve been hidden from a playboy, trouble-maker like him.
Instead I offered myself, gasping his name and begging to feel more of his wide tongue spreading my slit and tempting the silken wetness within.
And Jack knew exactly how to play me. He wasn’t just a skilled athlete; he was a sinful lover. He knew how to make me groan, when to tease my gasp, and what little trick of his tongue would whisper an undignified plea for more of his attention. No woman was safe in his arms. He left no innocence unconquered.
His pants unzipped. A thrill tickled through me. He didn’t leave the pulsing slit between my legs, still feasting, licking, driving my body to the absolute peak.
But Jack needed his own relief. I drove him insane with a lick of my pussy, so much that he had to pump himself as he gobbled me whole. My eyes fluttered closed, but I tried to stare, to see just what made Jack Carson so goddamned arrogant.
He wasn’t cocky.
He was all cock.
A pulsing, thickening, insanely large cock.
Even with his quarterback hands, he couldn’t hold the entire length in his fist. The head of that delicious looking weapon glistened with pre-cum, hardened with desire, and throbbed with the tease of my pussy so near his body.
Jack growled against my petals. The hum of his words and the heat of his breath melded into an absolute warning against the threat of what he wanted to do.
Why didn’t I heed that warning?
I should’ve pushed him away, gathered my things, and scampered off to safety like the good little girl that I was.
I meant to refuse the man who prayed on innocence, stole inhibitions, and corrupted the virtuous into crazed vixens.
Instead I came.
My body arched in a ripple of cascading agony, a perfect pain that exploded, sizzled, and rent through my every muscle. It punished me for surrendering and prepared me for what else I’d give up in exchange for the moment my breath whispered his name and my fingers gripped his hardened shoulders.
Jack didn’t let me breathe. He forced himself up, cast off his shirt, and kicked his pants low enough to free the entirety of his monster cock and heavy balls from the material. He tugged a packet from his pocket and ripped through the foil with a growl. His cock twitched in need.
I didn’t have the strength to consider how quickly, how dangerously he moved. He sheathed his cock in protection and moved over me for a kiss, letting me taste how much I had desired his lips on my other delicate places. Jack shifted my legs and coiled me around him.
He was so big. Too big. Huge.
I stared at him with wide-eyes and found my voice in a soft admission.
“I…haven’t done this in a while.”
Jack laughed. “Can’t say the same, but I’ve never left a girl unsatisfied.”
“Yeah, but with a cock like that…do you leave any alive?”
“Alive, satisfied, and spent from orgasm after orgasm.”
“Promise?”
Jack grinned. “Trust me?”
“Absolutely not.”
“And that’s why you’re still a good girl.”
He spread my legs and fell over me, his weight supported by a thick arm bulging with muscle and tensed with a need to take and rut and seize me.
I leaned up to kiss him, sucking along his lip, baiting him with my tongue. Jack growled. The head of his cock pressed against my slit.
And that was the moment my phone rang.
“Let it go—” Jack pulled away as I twisted, lunging for my phone. “Kiss, what are you doing? Get that perfect ass back on the couch.”
“It’s Jolene.” I recognized the ringtone, more obtrusive than ever. I wiggled away from Jack only to plop off the couch on my apparently perfect butt. “It could be about that journalist.”
“Fuck that sleezeball.”
“I’m afraid he’s going to fuck you.”
“At least someone will.”
I answered the call, realizing all too late I was completely naked, slick with desire, and sweating in anticipation. My curves were on display for Jack, and his cock bobbed obscenely hard, waiting for me to return.
Jolene talked fast, but I kept up, eying Jack as he was sure to get the news too. I ended the call.
He shrugged. “What?”
I didn’t know how to cover my nudity, but folded arms offered me a bit of protection.
“Were you supposed to go out with Bryon tonight?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“He was just arrested for sexual assault.”
I pulled my dress from the floor and did my best to shimmy into it. Jack still had my panties. He could keep them. A memento of the mistake that might have been.
“What do you mean arrested?”
“You need new friends, Jack,” I said. “I am so glad you weren’t out with him.”
“Wait…they’re wrong. He wouldn’t do that.”
I arched my eyebrow. Jack broke my gaze first. Bryon was exactly the type of man to do something so heinous.
“He’s in custody now. Jolene got a call from his agent. They want to hire us before it gets bad. I gotta go in to work.” I held my hand out. “Panties, please.”
Jack reluctantly handed me the crimson silk. “What about…?”
“Sorry.” I covered my face. “Sorry, this got out of control. We never should have—”
“Yes, we should have.”
“No, Jack. We can’t. We just…” I wished I had a glass of water, something to ease whatever flames burned through me. “You are so lucky you weren’t with him tonight. Half of the damn offense is at the police station with him. If you had been there…”
“I wasn’t.”
“And that’s why we need to be careful,” I said. “This. What we’re doing? This fake relationship is for our protection. We can’t jeopardize it. No matter what happens. We can’t let ourselves…”
“I get it.” Jack didn’t look like he wanted to understand. “Fine. Need a ride?”
“No, I’ll call a taxi. I want you to stay here, okay? That journalist was bad enough. I don’t want anyone to even start a rumor you were with Bryon.”
He tossed his shirt over his shoulders. It couldn’t button. His cock still raged hard in his pants. I tried not to look at what might have been.
“Thank you for dinner,” I said. “I…uh, I won’t bill you for it.”
Jack scowled, returning to his beer on the bar. “Bill me, Kiss. If this is our professional relationship now, I don’t want anything to ruin my reputation. At least my credit is impeccable.”
“Jack—”
“This is how you want it?” He held his arms out. “This is how you get it. No fooling around. Nothing more than sheer respectability. I possess some self-restraint, but thanks for the vote of confidence.”
“I didn’t mean—”
“Yes, you did. I’m not your type. I’m your one wild moment. The one man you could’ve looked back on while your future husband lays over you for thirty seconds to finally give you that baby you want so much.” He shrugged. “Fine. I’ll spare you the guilt of having sex and using me to feel good about yourself.”
“I’m sorry!”
“I’m not some mistake to be made,” he said. “If I get you, I want all of you. Not just your curiosity. Not because I’m your one bad thing you do. I want to fuck you, and I want you to like it because you wanted me.”
I couldn’t answer. Jack didn’t expect one.
Well I didn’t have a choice. If I was protecting myself and my career and Jack’s reputation, we had to be responsible.
Even if it meant denying something we both wanted.
Even if it meant denying each other the only thing we both needed.
Chapter Six - Jack
I kicked my ass from one side of the field to the other and worked my muscles raw, and still I couldn’t punish myself enough for being so fucking stupid.
I made a lot of bad calls in my life. Yelling at the most gorgeous woman in the world seconds after her legs wrapped around my head?
Rookie. Mistake.
What the fuck was happening to me? God damn that woman—that beautiful, sexy, infuriating woman. Leah was the only girl I’d ever wanted who hadn’t wanted me back.
No—she was the only one who ever refused me. Even after she liquefied on my couch. She didn’t just reject me. She denied herself.
Leah. Wanted. Me.
She couldn’t lie to me with my head between her legs. Her thighs had tightened over my ears, but I didn’t have to hear her moans to sense what she craved. I tasted it. Savored it. I was practically burned by the searing heat in that perfect pussy that trembled so sexy against my tongue.
It wasn’t enough. It wouldn’t be enough until I was balls deep in that woman.