by Skyla Madi
“Perhaps you don’t want slow?”
I shake my head. “Not right now. Later.”
Desperately, our mouths collide and my heart instantly begins to pound in my ears. The back of my knees hit a bed, but Jesse doesn’t stop. Shoving me back, our mouths separate for the briefest second as I fall against the mattress. Then he’s on me all over again. In the next heartbeat he’s between my legs and I bite down on his lower lip as he thrusts his hips into mine. Desire, strong and unwavering, rushes through me as he pushes his pants down his legs. I feel him then, hard and ready and pressed right against the apex of my thighs. His tongue glides roughly against mine as he hooks one arm under my leg and pushes it toward my chest. Jesse pulls his mouth from mine and all I can hear is the rapid, uneven beat of my heart and our heaving breathing. I feel him line himself up and add a little pressure. I rake my fingers through his hair and tighten my hands into fists as he lowers his delectable mouth to my right breast and sucks a nipple between his lips. As my back arches, he thrusts with a groan and fills me completely. Air is forced from my lungs, and burns when I forget to breathe. With each hard, deep thrust his length fills my hot core and each and every eager moan spurs Jesse onward as he moves against me with star inducing force.
I pull his hair and he growls as he releases my nipple, gliding his tongue across my collar bone before coming up and dipping it inside my mouth. I can feel my insides barreling toward the one thing it has wanted from Jesse this entire time, but now that it’s within reach, I want to prolong the feeling. The second the thought ends, Jesse reaches between us and flicks a rough, thick and hard finger over my sensitive bundle of nerve and I fall.
“Jesse!”
I fall and I fall and I fall. I spin down an endless spiral of absolute pleasure. As it happens, I feel Jesse smiling. He pulls out and for a brief second, I think it’s over until he rolls me onto my stomach and pulls my ass up in his direction. I inhale sharply as his hand flattens on my lower back, and he presses the very tip of his length against my entrance.
“Again?” He pants as he smoothes his hands over my backside.
If he thinks he’s up for the challenge, who am I to stop him? “Again.”
With a dark chuckle, he digs his fingers into my hips and plunges in hard and deep. He reaches points inside me that are almost painful, but when I think about the circumstance… and how this might be the only time that this happens…every feeling is worth it.
His hand smoothes over my ass once again… then it disappears right before crashing back down against my sensitive flesh. I jolt forward with a squeak, but Jesse’s hand catches my hip and he pulls me right back. My ass cheek burns with pleasure as blood rises to the surface.
“Maybe I do like spanking,” he admits, his voice husky and breathless.
I rake my teeth over my bottom lip. “I knew you would.”
I feel his fingers snake through my hair before he tightens his fist and my scalp burns as a result. He pulls me back, until my neck is bent on an almost painful angle. “Maybe I like hair pulling too.”
He thrusts even harder and I breathe his name loudly whenever my lungs gather enough air. Jesse releases my hair and wraps an arm around my waist. He slows his hips and pulls me back onto him, and I shiver as his tongue traces my ear. “You know what I like the most?”
Oh, sweet fucking hell. “Tell me.”
“I like making you come.”
Fireworks explode in my body, filling it with immeasurable excitement. “Yeah?”
“Fuck yeah.” He pushes me forward and I catch myself on my elbows. “You thought you were the one who was going to teach me about sex, but you have no idea.”
His palm slaps down on my ass—on the same spot he smacked before, and I jolt forward again. Just like last time, he catches my hip with his hand while chuckling the sexiest chuckle I’ve ever heard.
“That was the last one. Promise.”
He keeps his promise. Instead of using his hand to spank me, he slides it around my body and reaches between my legs. Just like last time, I feel my climax growing with each thrust and stroke of my sensitive clit. Bunching as much of the bed sheet up in my hands as I can, I feel it igniting my body sector by sector. I sink my teeth into my lip and groan as my orgasm builds to maximum point before finally popping over the edge like a champagne cork. That’s all Jesse can take too. He pushes me on to my back, pulls out and groans loudly as he comes all over my stomach. I wonder briefly why he’d do something like that until I distinctly remember a condom not being used.
“Good thinking.” I tell him as the very last bit drips out onto my soft skin.
With a lazy smile, he sits back and exhales.
“You’re not so vanilla, are you?”
Jesse laughs and slides off of the bed. “I am vanilla. I just have a few hidden chocolate chips.”
I giggle as he pulls on my ankles and forces me to slide down the edge of the bed more. Then, he scoops me up and carries me all the way to the bathroom.
***
I lie against him and close my eyes. I’ve never experienced bliss like this before. I’ve never been satisfied the way he has satisfied me… even if my butt does sting a little.
“Alixandra,” He whispers in my ear, setting my body alight once again. “I’m moving to Paris and I want you to come with me.”
I stiffen and my eyes shoot open. He gently pushes disintegrating bubbles around my nipple as he patiently waits for my answer.
“You’re moving to Paris?” My voice echoes around the bathroom and I hate that it sounds so… sad.
“My father wants me to keep an eye on the hotel there for a while. I’ll be gone a year, maybe longer and the thought of leaving you here…” He pauses, and a small eternity passes before he speaks again. “I won’t leave you here.”
Moving to Paris is a big step. I’d have to leave my apartment, quit my job and get rid of my stuff—all of my books—and what about Four? I won’t abandon him. More importantly, what if it doesn’t work out between us? What if it all falls apart? He loses nothing and I lose everything. It’s a gamble that doesn’t work out in my favor.
I push away from him and move to the other side of the tub. I stare at the bubbles for a little while until I can smooth my features out enough not to look affected by his news. When I’m certain I’ve mastered my poker face I turn around, but the look on Jesse’s face—the look of absolute determination—has me caving. I frown.
“I’m not going to move to Paris with you.”
“Why?” His question is stern and it makes me feel… little.
“Because that’s crazy—and I have a life here—a good one.”
He angles his head and the silence kills me as he analyzes my face. Then, he lifts his arms out of the water and rests them along the lip of the tub. “You don’t go out, you live in a small apartment, you work in a bar and you sleep alone.”
I flinch. Why is he making my life sound so horrible? I love my life. I grit my teeth as my eyes water. I don’t like having my life turned back on me. I love my life. I LOVE my life.
“You don’t love your life as much as you think you do, Alix,” he adds, reading my mind. “I discovered that after our first date.”
I glare at him. “You sure think you know a lot about me.”
He nods. “I do.”
“Then you should know that I don’t like change. Besides, I have Four and I’m not going to leave him.”
He shrugs. “So bring him. We’ll look after him in Paris.”
Bring Four? Jesse was disgusted when he first saw my kitty. “You don’t like my cat.”
“I like you. That’s enough for me.”
Silence falls again, but this time it’s different. This time, I’m using it to picture myself running around Paris with a cat and a millionaire.
“I have a life here…” Strangely, I don’t sound so convinced.
“I’ll give you a better one and if you don’t like it, I’ll bring you right back.”
But you won’t stay. The words fall silently to the back of my head. The more pressing issue right now is not in the material things… it’s the emotional ones.
“What if it doesn’t work out? What if we can’t stand each other?”
The look on his face tells me these are doubts he has too. It kind of makes me feel better.
“I don’t know what’s going to happen, Alix, but we’ll be in the City of Love. That has to work in our favor.”
Dammit. I feel my resolve wavering. “And what will I do for work?”
He gives me a knowing tilt of the head. “I’ll hire you as my personal assistant. My current one is leaving me anyway.”
I have another problem. A big problem. “And my books?”
His lips quirk. “I’ll have them shipped over.”
I arch an eyebrow. “All of them?”
“The lot of them.”
A wide grin spreads across my lips as my insides feel like they’re filling with so much helium. I could float away at any second. Jesse slides closer. I feel his hands on my legs first, as he pulls me in his direction. His lips touch my shoulder…
Then my neck…
Then my jaw…
Cheek…
And finally my ear. “Tell me the four words I want to hear, Alix.”
I realize then, for once in my life, I know exactly what I’m going to say before I say it.
“I’m moving to Paris.”
About the Author
Skyla Madi was born in the small town of Port Maquarie, New South Wales in 1993. She spent half her life growing up in Wauchope, a thriving rural town at the heart of the Hastings River Valley before making the leap to the busy city of Brisbane.
Whenever this young Australian writer isn't changing diapers, watching cartoons, cooking for her husband or doing other motherly-wife things she is actively working on her writing and improving her writing skills.
Skyla loves to read just as much as she loves to write and since discovering that YA/NA/paranormal romance/urban fantasy are her favourite genres, she has embarked on her own writing journey and is currently contracted with Limitless Publishing.
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
