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Thrust and thrust deeper.
“You’re drunk.”
Jack paused and drank in the nakedness before him. He had stayed in his office all evening, polishing off his fair share of cheap whiskey while seething over images of Braden Connelly’s lips on Maia’s. The man was laid up in a hospital and Jack had no outlet for his frustration. So when he walked in on his wife who was fresh out of the shower, he had completely lost control. He swiped the knick-knacks off the table, hauled her unceremoniously on top of it, ripped the robe from her body and slid into her without preparation. He needed to fuck her hard, to take the brand of another man’s touch off her.
“Not too drunk to fuck you,” he smirked. He released her hands and dropped to his knees as he spread her thighs before him. He was painfully excited as his hardness strained against him, but he wanted to taste her sweetness. “And eat you until you scream.”
“Jack.” Her breathy whisper took him over the edge as his tongue parted her folds and swirled around her clit. He buried his face further into her core, his tongue laving up the honey that was flowing from her. Maia started squirming, the heels of her feet sliding restlessly on his back. Her hands shamelessly kept his head between her legs, her fingers gripping his hair, further inciting him to plunge his tongue deeper, spearing her entrance.
“Oh god, I’m going to—” Maia panted.
Even in his inebriated state, Jack knew what his wife needed. He flattened his tongue and licked her hard from the base of her slit to the swollen nub of her pleasure. He fastened his mouth on her clit and sucked and felt the exact moment when his wife hit her orgasm.
“Ahh…Jaaack!” Maia screamed. “Oh god, don’t stop, don’t stop…there…”
Every convulsion against his mouth spurred his erection harder until he felt like he had an iron poker between his legs; his balls were aching for release.
Rising to his feet, he secured her hands behind her with his right hand while crushing her to his chest, his fingers digging into her left thigh, securing it firmly around his hips.
“What are you doing?” Maia gasped.
“Give me this, sweetheart,” Jack whispered hoarsely. He wanted to dominate her. He wanted her submission. Just this once. “Please. I need this, Maia.”
Maia leaned forward and took his mouth in a searing kiss, her acceptance washing off the simmering rage within him. He buried himself inside her again and tore his lips away, releasing her hands and yanking her hair down so her face tilted up, their faces close but not touching, their breathing heavy between them. He kept his eyes on hers as he started moving inside her. Her breasts rubbing against his chest with each thrust. The pleasure of her tight sheathe squeezing his shaft, pushing him madly up to his climax. He drove into her hard, the table rattling beneath them. Jack wouldn’t be surprised if they had already fractured the table legs by now. He lowered his gaze to where their bodies joined, grunting with satisfaction as he watched his cock sliding in and out of her.Fuck. He was going to come hard. It didn’t take long for her to reach another peak and a few powerful strokes was all it took for his own violent release as he emptied himself inside her.
“Ffuuuuck!” he shouted raggedly, shoving his face in her neck. He gripped her tightly until the last of his shudders waned.
Breathing hard and with their sweat mingling, Jack curled his hand at the base of Maia’s head and leaned his forehead on hers. “I love you, babe.”
7
Sophie wokeup feeling awfully warm, her blurry eyes focusing on the faded Georgetown University logo on a t-shirt that had seen too many washings. She was in bed with Derek. Her head was on his pectorals and as her gaze drifted lower, she flushed a few degrees warmer. Derek’s morning erection was in evidence, the mushroom head pushing out the waistband of his boxer shorts. He—Was—Huge. And thick. She was so tempted to run her tongue on its tip. Her mouth watered.
“It’s not going to bite, you know,” a deeply amused voice rumbled above her.
Gasping, Sophie pushed herself up on her hands and twisted her body to look at Derek in outrage. His eyes were barely open, but his lips were curved in a half grin.
“You…you…” She was tongue-tied. Embarrassed really, that he had read her lascivious thoughts accurately.
“Do you want to touch it?”
Oh my god. His eyes were open now, those chocolate eyes still in the haze of sleep. His dark blond hair was tousled bedroom-sexy, his voice was a raspy whisper. Everything about him screamed sex.
“Or do you want to straddle me? Sink into me, Angel?”
Sophie scrambled out of bed and huffed off to the bathroom. Derek’s easy chuckle followed her retreating form.Arrogant, arrogant man, she blustered inwardly. And yet she was incredibly turned on. She looked down her front and realized she was wearing a skimpy baby doll nightie. The morning light probably revealing more than she had wanted Derek to see. Memories of the night before came crashing back. She propositioned him. Damn! What was she thinking? She wanted to escape yesterday’s disturbing events: some people wanting her dead, watching Thalia getting gunned down, the haunting memory of Adam. All this darkness threatening to fill an existing void inside her, and she wanted to give in and let the depression take over. Then Derek showed up, and he represented a light to this darkness, a warmth to this chill. And he turned her down. She didn’t know whether to be relieved or angry with him.
She was bent down over the sink, rinsing off the mouthwash when she felt movement behind her. Nonchalantly, Derek took the side of the sink beside her and started splashing water on his face. He grabbed her bottle of mouthwash, unscrewed the top and took a swig.
Sophie wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and glared at him for his intrusiveness. The man was purposefully taking his time gurgling, but she caught his eyes angling toward her. Ugh! She hoped he choked on the mouthwash.
When he finished, he looked at her. “What?”
“You need to leave the bathroom.”
“Why?”
“I need to pee!”
