Phoenix Rising(20)

The heels jogged Jessa’s memory. The leggy brunette was Alex’s lover.

Apparently, it was a regular thing between the two of them because she was flinging off her clothes as she walked to meet him. Her transparent camisole went flying through the air and fluttered to the floor. It was quickly followed by Alex’s shirt, which he obligingly tossed on the growing pile.

“Been waiting for you all night.” Alex’s grumble belied his grin.

“Anticipation makes it better.”

“Saucy wench,” Alex murmured before grabbing the back of her head and devouring her mouth.

She sighed with pleasure as his hands settled on her bare breasts. Alex flicked his thumbs back and forth to make her nipples harden into tiny pink peaks. Pulling his mouth away from hers, he lowered his head and pulled one of the hard buds into his mouth. She flung her head back and writhed against him.

Alex tightened his grip on her full breast and drew his teeth across her nipple. The pale pink areola was vivid against the white of his teeth. Jessa pulled her own lip into her mouth and bit down hard but couldn’t stifle her tiny gasp. Alex looked up at the noise. His blue eyes sought hers and held as he laved his tongue around the swollen, elongated nipple.

Jessa’s soft cry of surprise rang in her ears.

“They like it that we’re watching, Jessa,” Connor’s voice brought her abruptly back to the moment. “That’s why Alex is looking over here. He’s enjoying your reaction.”

“I’ve got no reaction,” Jessa snapped.

“None?”

The question in his voice was unmistakable. It was a growl, his chest rumbling as he stepped behind her. The front door was still open. Cool air swept across the heated flesh of her arms and neck, raising gooseflesh. She desperately wanted to lift her long hair away from the nape of her neck to feel the wash of air on her flushed skin. She resisted the urge. She didn’t want Connor to know how much the whole scene affected her.



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She was desperately fighting the arousal. A fine sheen of perspiration coated her face and neck. Tension racked her muscles. Connor wondered what it cost her to deny her own sexuality each and every day. And more importantly, why did she do it?

Jessa’s eyes continually moved back to Alex and Isabel. The slender secretary with the long black hair and gray eyes was his latest favorite. And while Connor generally enjoyed their frantic rendezvous, he had eyes for none but Jessa.

It was so tempting to take her, bend her over the bar, and fuck her; forget the sensitive bullshit.

But it wasn’t that simple anymore. Connor might have wanted to get her out of his system, but Jessa wasn’t a one-night stand. And one night wasn’t going to be enough. He wanted hundreds of nights. A thousand chances to spread her thighs, stretch her cunt wide with his fingers and press his cock deep inside her wet pussy wouldn’t be enough.

He was a God damned fool.

So instead of roughly spinning her around and pushing her against the bar only a few steps away, Connor gently lifted her hair from her neck. The thick mass of honey-colored silk was heavier than it looked. He reveled in the texture while inhaling deeply of the faint rosemary and mint scent of her shampoo.

“What are you doing?” she demanded tensely.

“I’m going to help you relax, Jessa.”

“I’m fine. I don’t need to…Oh!”

Jessa’s words died when his big, supple fingers began to work the knotted tension from her neck. Her chin dropped and Connor saw her eyes begin to slide shut.

“No, keep watching them, Jessa.”

She wanted to tell him to stop. Connor could feel the protest in the tension of her spine. But he ignored her inhibitions and continued his slow assault.

Connor moved closer before pulling Jessa back against him. Her voluptuous frame was small in comparison to his. The top of her head rested against his pectorals and his groin nestled in the small of her back. Her body heat fueled his lust and made his cock leap to full attention. Connor considered shifting his body to keep her unaware of his erection. But he wanted her to know how affected he was by her.

She was still watching Alex and Isabel. A smile ghosted over Connor’s features. Alex’s jeans barely rested on the tilt of his hips as he stood with his back braced against a column. His thick cock was deep inside Isabel’s warm mouth. The way she suckled and laved over his shaft and sac you would’ve thought she needed their sustenance to live. Her moans were punctuated with sharp shouts of pleasure from Alex until he could no longer take the torture. He abruptly grabbed the sides of her head with his hands and held her mouth still while he pumped his cock in and out of her throat. She squealed in excitement and grabbed his ass to pull him closer.