At his warning growl, a fresh wave of moisture gushed from her, coating her already
swollen flesh. Oh, how mortifying. If Jack realized she’d responded to that threat... She
shivered.
With surprising force, Jack wedged a booted foot between her bare feet and pried
them apart. “Put your hands on the wall above your head.”
“What?”
Morgan struggled to close her legs, only to find Jack’s hard thigh between them. Lord,
would he feel her juices leaking through the thong and onto his jeans? Think her weak or
easy?
“Last time I’m going to tell you,” he swore. “Put your hands on the wall or things will
get a whole lot more serious.”
More serious? What was left, besides having sex? Her body jumped in anticipation at
that thought.
“You’re not listening… I guess you want to be tied down, Morgan.”
“No,” she snapped and put her hands on the wall high above her head.
But she wasn’t sure she hadn’t lied. The idea of bondage sounded primitive and tacky
on the surface. Something only people who couldn’t respond to “normal” sex did. But in
a handful of minutes, Jack had forced her to face her own fantasy.
“That’s better, but you’ve got to stop questioning what I say. I tell you, you do it. This
isn’t a negotiation.”
That grated against her independent nature…even as it made the knot in her belly
clench tighter.
“You’re arrogant.”
“And that isn’t going to change. You better start following directions, little girl, or
there will be consequences.”
Morgan wanted to rail at him, deny that his power appealed to her. It would only start
a fight they didn’t have time to finish. If she wanted to get out of here with her pride in
tact, she needed to convince him she was ready to leave here and fool her stalker. And
she needed to convince the people they’d see that she was completely familiar and
comfortable with Jack touching her.
“You got what you wanted. My hands are against the wall. I know you’re going to
grope me in public. I’ll keep any surprise or discomfort to myself. Can we end this now?”
“You’re not ready.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“So, if I do this…”
His hand slid back inside her thong, fingers circling her clit before dropping down to
her slick opening. He pushed two fingers deep inside her. His left hand traveled down
her stomach, then covered her clit.
Unable to help it, she gasped.
“See, you’re not ready,” he said and began massaging her clit, while the fingers
embedded inside her toyed with her until they encountered a bundle of nerves Morgan
hadn’t known she possessed. He rubbed there unmercifully, slow, insistent strokes
ripping a scream of tingles deep inside her.
Orgasm raced toward her, like a car speeding through traffic lights to the edge of a
cliff. Her channel clenched in weeping hunger around his fingers, her body begging for
release. His teeth nipped at her neck again. Then he pressed himself against her
backside, grinding an unmistakably large erection into the cleft between her ass.
At least she wasn’t the only one affected, she thought as her head lolled back on his
shoulder, perspiration breaking out all over her body as his fingers continued to fill her,
toy with her clit. Her chest heaved with every breath. This was insane. Madness! The edge
of pleasure was killing her. When had she ever been so aroused so quickly?
The feelings built, until she felt pleasure fill her up, nearly to the exploding point.
Then he withdrew his touch, easing his hands out of the thong and onto her hips. “No
coming, not unless I say so.”
Before she could stop it, a whimper escaped her throat.
Jack kissed her neck again, a brush of lips, a sting of teeth. “You’ll thank me later.”
Morgan couldn’t imagine why he thought so. Her body was so tightly strung. He’d
aroused her so thoroughly, she was tense, her mind racing. If he touched her in public,
she’d probably climax so viciously, she’d black out.
His hands grazed up her abdomen again, to her breasts. He fondled them, rolled her
aching nipples between his fingertips once more. She arched into his hand, grinding her
ass against the impressive erection behind her, biting her lip to hold in a groan.
He stepped away with a laugh. “Nice try.”
“Jack…” She didn’t want to beg. Really. But how was she supposed to keep her wits
around the bad guys when her body ached so badly?
“Are you going to question me again?”
The tone of his voice told her that would be a very bad idea. But leaving her wanting