Page 69 of Hired Husband

“To my bedroom.” I slid my arms around her naked body, picked her up, and tossed her over my shoulder. “Don’t worry, you’re coming with me.”

“Isaac,” she groaned and laughed as I strode to the hallway. “Why?”

“There’s more space there and I plan on taking my time with you. I’m not doing that while my dick is squashed and your elbow keeps banging into the frame of the couch.”

“I didn’t even notice that.” She squirmed when I ran my hand up the back of her thigh as I carried her down the hall. “Isaac, no.”

“I think you mean yes.” I smacked her ass, not even a little surprised when it made her moan instead of protest. I ran my fingers farther up her thigh, gathering her wetness on my fingertips and groaning at the slick, velvety feel of her. “Definitely yes.”

“You can’t do that while you’re carrying me,” she muttered, but there was no fight in the words. “For a second there, I thought you were getting up to leave right then.”

“Never,” I promised, and I meant it too. Not only would I never leave her hanging like that, but I’d honestly forgotten for a little while there that I was leaving at all. “I thought we weren’t talking about that tonight.”

“We’re not. It was just the first thing that popped into my head when you stood up.” There was an undercurrent of sadness to her tone that I absolutely would not have right now.

As it was, I’d tried to stop her earlier because I knew how much worse doing this was going to make it when the time finally did come, and I was already hurting pretty fucking badly over the idea of having to leave at all, but I couldn’t let that reality crash in for either of us right now.

Thankfully, we reached my bedroom and I strode straight to my bed, laying her down on the mattress before straightening up and popping the button on my jeans. “Just stop thinking for now, okay?”

She propped herself up on her elbows, her eyes on me. I tugged down my zipper and pushed my jeans and underwear off seconds later. I smiled, just staring at her lying there on my bed, all lean curves and golden skin. Jasmine seemed to be allergic to body hair, not a strand in sight from the neck down, but I wasn’t complaining. It meant I could see every inch of her, even that glistening slice of heaven between her legs.

As I dragged my gaze back up to her eyes, I found them fixed firmly on my cock and I wrapped my fist around it. My muscles tensed when I started stroking. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips, but when she tried to sit up, I knew what she was about to do. It just wasn’t her turn yet.

“Nope,” I said, crawling onto the bed with her and spreading her legs nice and wide with my hands. “I was still busy.”

“I think you forfeited when you stopped.”

“I absolutely did not.” I settled between her legs, my face only inches away from her pussy, and ran my hands up the insides of her thighs. “Is this really something you want to argue about?”

“Have you met me? I want to argue with you about everything, but if you insist.” She smiled, then lay back against the mattress, her fingers already curling into the sheets. “Just remember that you already stopped once, and whatever you do to me, I get to do to you.”

“I can take it.” I smirked, sliding a finger into her wet heat and not missing the tremble that passed through her. “Can you?”

With absolutely no intention of finding out, I circled my tongue around her clit again, and this time, I didn’t stop until she’d come. Twice.

When I finally lay down beside her, I was right on the edge. She crawled closer and I shook my head. “I need a minute.”

“No, you don’t.” She tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled, getting comfortable on her knees before taking me to a whole other version of heaven. Her mouth was absolute perfection, hot, and wet, and bouncing enthusiastically before she wrapped her fingers around me and moaned.

I had no shot of lasting and she knew it, working me to the brink of insanity. Probably as payback for me stopping earlier to bring her to my bed. She brought me to a mind-altering climax. Pleasure exploded out of me and I tried to warn her, but she only pulled away after she’d swallowed every last drop of my release.

With my bones liquefied and my eyelids already growing heavy, I opened my arms and motioned her toward me. “Come here.”

“Are you crazy? I’m still playing. We’re just getting started.” She flashed me a smirk that proved she meant business.

A couple hours and several more rounds later, she finally crawled into my arms. “There. Now I’m done.”

I laughed, settling her against me and pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “Who knew you were so insatiable?”

“Who knew you had so much stamina?”

Chuckling again, I let my eyes drift shut, still thinking about my comeback when I opened them what felt like only seconds later, but suddenly, there was morning light streaming through my windows. Holy shit. We fell asleep.

I blinked a couple times, but when I finally managed to focus, Jasmine was still there, sleeping soundly with her back to my front and my arm draped across her waist. I pressed another kiss to her shoulder, trying not to think too hard about the fact that she’d spent the night as I slid out bed and pulled on some sweats.

That woman is going to be the death of me. I’m sure of it. What a way to go, though.

Padding to the kitchen without waking her up, I made some coffee and grabbed some bagels out of the freezer, only just getting them ready before she appeared in the doorway. She was wearing one of my button-down shirts with the shorts she’d had on yesterday, my sleeves rolled up to her elbows and the buttons only done up to about midway through her cleavage.