Turned out, she liked being watched.
But this was all about creating a fantasy. Jack was a fantasy. Nothing more. Once he fucked her into a stupor of pleasure, and he’d spent himself inside her, their raging hormones would be sated. Logic would take over.
And she’d tell Jack good bye, for good. She could never let herself be vulnerable like she was with him, or she’d lose the edge of control that kept her life just the way she wanted it.
If Jack stayed, he’d continue to turn her inside out, upside down. He’d constantly challenge her, and fulfill her on so many levels—too many levels. She would start to need him…if she didn’t already.
It was dangerous to count on someone else. She needed order. She needed her life back. She needed to get over Jack.
Most of all, she needed to come, badly.
Lids heavy, she glanced down at Jack. His pulse throbbed in the vein beneath his jaw, and he looked like a man hypnotized, entranced by lust, watching her please herself.
Regaining control over her emotions, she stared down at him, slowing her movements before she came. “Do what you want with me, Jack,” she said in a silky murmur. “I’m yours to tame.”
A naughty grin curved his lips. His eyes glittered with dark promises and wicked attraction. “It’s about damned time.”
Chapter 3
The way Jack touched her, taking total control, sent shocks of jarring pleasure through her. He slid two fingers into her pussy, while tracing her fingertips with the tip of his tongue as she touched herself.
The slickness of his tongue, so close to her clit but blocked by the pleasure her own fingers gave her, made for a heady escalation toward bliss.
Then, he enhanced the sensation. Without changing the tempo of his thrusts, he crossed his fingers inside her. The ridges of his fingers twirled through her channel, nudging her g-spot over and over.
Then he rotated his wrist, intensifying the twirling inside her. The pleasure was almost too acute to bear.
“Don’t stop.” She moaned and thrust her hips. “Jack, please!”
A grin tilted his lips. “How bad do you want it?”
“Please, make me come. I’ll do anything—anything!”
His sent her a cocky grin of satisfaction. “Good girl. Now that you remember the right way to ask, I’ll give you what you want.”
He plunged his fingers deep into her pussy, pumping her with a rhythm that made her eyes roll back in her head. His mouth bathed her fingertips, her knuckles, the seams between, as she increased the tempo of her self-pleasure.
Just as her body trembled, warning of the peak ahead, she lost herself to sensation. She yanked her hand away, grabbed him by the back of his head and shoved his face into her pussy.
He plunged deep and rough inside her, as though punishing her for the control she stole from him. But that, combined with the hot wet swirls of his tongue on her clit, made her whole body draw up tight. The orgasm she’d begged for burst through her, rippling the walls of her pussy, tingling along her arms and legs, shaking her to her core.
She wrapped her thighs around his head and shoulders, keeping him there. He tongued her pussy, seeking every last ripple of her orgasm, still going. She gave it all to him. Every tremor, every quake, every gasp and moan and shiver he induced, she gave in to freely.
Emotion tumbled through her heart. I need you , Jack. I want to be with you like this always. Unexpressed, the words echoed inside her, quelled by the lump of vulnerability stuck in her throat.
Ignoring those complicated feelings, she luxuriated in the afterglow of orgasm. No one delivered ecstasy like him.
Is that why he came to her this way? Shoving past the brass doors of the elevator, past the iron gates guarding her heart, to give her pleasure? To remind her how much she needed him, didn’t want to live without him?
Her notions of right and wrong clashed. You’ve got to move on , she told herself . Jack isn’t the one for you .
But her body didn’t believe that, as her clit throbbed against his tongue, swollen with gratitude for his expert caresses. Her limbs were numb, her blood sluggish, her mind intoxicated with pleasure.
Tiny shivers still rippled through her, and the flicks of his tongue slowed to gentle, lapping caresses. He was so good. He knew exactly what she needed, how to take care of her.
I can have this…every day…for the rest of my life?
Kate stiffened and moved away from his mouth. Jack wasn’t the stick-around-forever type. More fly-by-night. He lived life in the fast lane, on the edge, recklessly riding the fine line between daring and stupidity. He worked on and raced motorcycles for a living, for crissake.
She needed boring, predictable, safe. She definitely did not need anyone to take care of her. Damn it.
Her hands curled into fists of resolution. When he slid his fingers from her channel, nudging her g-spot one last time and causing a shudder of pleasure to skip through her, she hopped off the countertop. Her heels clicked and echoed in the sex-scented room as she headed for her skirt draped over the sink.
“I don’t think so.” Jack’s low voice boomed behind her.
“One of us has to use our brains. Might as well be me.” She didn’t pause or veer off her intended course.
Until his powerful forearm came around her stomach from behind, hauling her back against his solid chest. Anticipation mocked her determination to get back to court, back to reality.
“You haven’t made me come yet.” His rumbling tone sent shivers down her spine.
She remembered how his sleep-roughened voice sounded the nights when she’d torn back the covers, straddled his hips and guided his hard cock inside her as he roused from sleep. The man didn’t have an off switch! Amen.
“You can go for hours,” she retorted. “I need to be in court. In thirty minutes. With the best closing argument I’ve ever made.” The one she hadn’t perfected .
“I’ll make it quick. I need to be inside you, Kate. I know you need it too.” His lips traced the rim of her ear, tongue darting inside the shell. “You remember how it feels. My cock deep in your pussy. Pumping you. Slow. Then faster. Harder.”
Kate bit her lip, fighting desire, fighting the word “yes” that burned in her throat.
“You want me to give it to you. Just like that. Don’t you?”
Need drenched her already damp panties. His free hand slid down her hip bones, her mound, and rubbed the dampness between her thighs. Then he unclipped her garters. He inched her panties down her thighs until they cascaded to the floor.
“Step out of your panties,” he instructed, and she complied as always under his spell that rendered her subject to his command. “Go stand in front of the open window, hands on the sill over your head, legs spread.”
“Jack—”
“Do it!”
Her pussy quivered, and she wanted him inside her so badly. The quicker she obeyed, the sooner she’d have the satisfaction only he could give her. And the sooner she could get him out of her mind so she could focus on her responsibilities. She was always responsible—to others, rarely to herself.
This was her moment, her instant of bliss. The one indulgence she allowed herself. Jack was like a long-awaited dessert she denied until she couldn’t stand it anymore and had to have a taste.
“Yes, master.” Powerful desire swept through her.
Unbidden, a secret fear about their relationship snaked through her mind, one she hadn’t examined since she broke it off with him three weeks ago. Kate had always achieved every goal she’d set for herself. Jack was unattainable, she’d told herself that from the beginning. He’d never be hers. She’d never be his. This was about pleasure and release, most of all temporary. She knew it forward, backward and inside out.
Now, as he came up behind her and settled his hands on her hips possessively, her heart thumped violently against her ribs. It squeezed harder with every beat. She wanted to be his. She wanted to be possessed by him. To belong to him.
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“Take me,” she whispered, distressed by the emotion underlying her words. She refused to let him see the moisture gathering in her eyes.
“You are mine, Kate,” he growled. “Mine. You’d best accept that.”
Her pulse hammered and her pussy throbbed at his territorial words. “I do.”
“Say it like you mean it.” The pressure of his fingertips on her hips increased, as if he intended to brand his touch into her skin. His sleek hard cock stroked between her ass cheeks. “I own you right now.”
God, he sounded so rugged, untamable. Spellbinding. She spread her feet further in invitation. “I belong to you.”
“Damn right. You’ll take what I give you.” The thick head of his shaft dropped to her damp opening. “You think I have nothing better to do than lock you in a bathroom to get off? If you believe this is just a fuck, you’re wrong.”
Did he mean that? Her heart clenched with hope and desire. “Show me what this is.” She thrust her ass up so the head of his dick lodged an inch inside her pussy. “Take what you want from me.”
“I want it all, Kate.” He slid in a little further. “I’m not meeting you halfway anymore. I need all of you.” Then he sent himself deep inside her, as deep as he could go.
Her aching pussy clenched around his delicious length, wrapping him in the slick heat of her body, clutching him tight inside, a dark, wet, intimate embrace.
Intimacy .
The truth seeped into her veins. Tingles of anxiety zipped along her arms, heightening the tremors of pleasure he produced within. His cock coasted slickly in her channel, pumping her slow, hard, building the tension of orgasm and the friction of fear inside her.
That’s what she feared. That he would reach inside her, past all the protective layers she’d built around her heart. See her fears, her inadequacies, her vulnerability—the parts of her she’d never shown anyone.
As if affirming her suspicion, his next words rocked the cage barring him access to her heart. “I want every part of you, Kate. What you refused to give me before. I want what no man has ever had.”
Abruptly, he pulled out. She whimpered in protest, shocked by how thoroughly his absence affected her—his sexual absence and the soul-shredding thought of him absent from her life.
When he returned to her, his hand stroked and massaged her ass cheeks. Only this time the head of his shaft probed another opening, the tight bud of her anus.
Kate tensed at first, then released her edginess. See? she insisted inwardly. He wasn’t talking about her heart, or emotions, just sex—anal sex. Something she’d never done with him, or any man. Though they’d indulged in a few toys that had warmed her to the possibility.
He wanted to know her in a way no man had. He wanted to take her anal virginity.
That she could accommodate. Licking her lips, she threw him a spicy look over her shoulder. “Why didn’t you just say so?”
“Lately, you haven’t wanted to hear what I have to say. It’s always ‘show, don’t tell’ with you, isn’t it?” Pulling a small pouch from his jeans pocket—he was still half-clothed while she stood before the window nude except for heels and thigh-highs—Jack tore it open and drizzled the contents along her ass. The gooey liquid was cool, then tingly, then icy-hot. Her anus spasmed with erotic delight.
“I think we’re speaking the same language now.” Wicked delight scattered through her. “You’re making two of my fantasies come true at the same time.”
“I know more about you, your fantasies, and your needs than you care to admit.” He slicked a few beads of the liquid over his cock, stroking himself, then aligned the head with her relaxed anus, probing with firm nudges.
At his telling words Kate looked away, through the open window at the city’s canyon of skyscrapers. Her eyelids were heavy, half-lowered with the heady pleasure of anticipation. She wanted to stay immersed in this fantasy as long as he’d let her.
A sudden gust of wind picked up, sailing through the window, tossing her disheveled hair. Her nipples hardened, sensitive to the slight chill in the air as the invisible currents caressed her naked skin.
“God, Kate. You’re so fucking hot.”
Then he pushed inside her anus. The stretch was tight, tense, pushing her to her erotic limits. Kate cried out.
“Too much?” he panted.
She shook her head. “Not enough.”
“I told you I knew what you needed.” His low chuckle matched the naughty grin on her lips. This felt amazing. She rocked back and he slid forward. The friction was so intense, so good, it sizzled through her entire being. As his cock moved slowly in and out, it caressed nerve-endings that had never been explored at length. Her whole body throbbed with the newness of this exotic delight. She tingled everywhere. Her nipples beaded to diamond hardness. She pinched one between her fingers, holding herself steady with her other hand as he continued to ride her tight ass.
A moan vibrated in her throat, her vocal pleasure escaping out the window where someone far below might look up and see her—her breasts bouncing as he pumped her, her mouth shaped around a continuous “o,” moaning around ecstasy—watching her as she hit the peak of orgasm and came in front of them. Her exhibitionist fantasy coming true. Though at this height, no one could actually see or recognize her.
A fierce shiver wracked her body. Her ass clenched around the hard penetration building incredible sensations inside her. Behind her, Jack’s groan said he appreciated the added friction. And he began to move faster.
“That’s it, Jack.” Kate reveled in being taken this way. She’d always wanted to try it. She’d pleasured herself like this on occasion, along with her sex toys, always achieving a more intense orgasm with anal stimulation. “Good. So good. Just like that.”
Jack massaged her ass—and sent a hard smack to her left butt cheek. The sting ebbed to a scattering of tingles in the shape of his hand. “Like that, don’t you?” he said through choppy breaths.
“Again,” she insisted.
“Are you telling me what to do?” Both of his hands came down hard on her ass.
Kate ground her teeth against the rush of pain that followed. Searing tightness inside, stinging tingles outside. The combination, so erotic, stimulated her to new sexual heights.
One of his hands moved from her hips to her pussy. He slid one finger inside her opening, curling his middle finger toward the slick front wall where he found the rough patch of her g-spot. He stroked fiercely, plunging in and out, riding, stroking, stimulating that amazing spot that drew every nerve fist-tight with a pending orgasm.
At the same time, his palm connected with her clit. The hooded bead flared to the touch and suddenly Jack hit the perfect rhythm inside her.
Kate absolutely fell apart. She shook and sobbed. She gasped and moaned. Every single muscle in her body clenched as the rocking waves of a powerful climax rolled over her. Again…again…and again.
Jack’s stroking rhythm turned uneven, his breathing heavy. Curses exploded from his lips as his hands tightened on her hips. He seized her roughly, coming inside her.
Kate felt the warm splash. The careful way he held her as he gently pulled out. The trembling in his hands as he embraced her from behind. The soft press of his lips at the nape of her neck. He triggered a tangle of emotion deep within her. Not directly related to the residual shivers of ecstasy chasing through her. Or the fulfillment of long-awaited fantasies. Or the freedom of being naked eight stories above the world as breezes slid over her nude body.
It had everything to do with Jack.
Why would he go to such lengths? Steal her away like this, proving yet again he was the man she needed? Even after she’d given him the cold shoulder and shut him out.
Unless…
No. Impossible. He didn’t, couldn’t. There was no way he…
Had he fallen in love with her—as she had with him?
Chapter 4
Chills raced down Kate’s spine, as the heat of their sex
dwindled. The cool breeze intensified, along with mixed feelings roiling inside her.
Turning slowly, she forced her gaze to meet his. A gasp caught in her throat. She staggered back, shoulder blades bumping paisley swirls on the wallpaper.
She read the emotion in his dark eyes. His chiseled face softened when he gazed at her. All his hard edges smoothed with the expression on his face that offered complete and sincere devotion.
He exposed the truth she hadn’t wanted to see before. In herself or in him.
Were they falling in love?
No. No, this can’t happen. Shit.
A burning knot of longing tightened in her chest. She swallowed hard, crossed her arms stiffly, dropping her gaze. “I wish you wouldn’t look at me that way.”
He admitted, “I’m not the type to wear his heart on his sleeve, but that’s changed since we met.” He huffed a self-deprecating laugh. “Trust me. If I could stop it, I would.”
Frustrated, tormented, she shoved a tousled hank of blonde hair behind her ear. “Try harder.”
The smile died on his face. “Look at me, Kate.”
Instead she brushed past him, collecting her skirt and blouse. Walking into the furnished and carpeted portion of the ladies lounge, she tossed her stoic professional wardrobe onto a velvet-upholstered swooning couch. She stood in front of the full-length gilded mirror beside it, preparing to dress.
Jack wasn’t letting her off the hook. He tucked his package back into his fly, buttoning his jeans with the easy sexuality of a Levi’s cover model. Then he spanned the distance between them in four strides.
She reached for her shirt. He caught her hand mid-air, using her momentum to tip her off balance. She landed in his arms, and he refused to let go.
In a whisper laced with curiosity, he asked, “What are you afraid of, Kate?”
“Not up for discussion.” Digging her heels into the carpet, she struggled against his embrace. “It’s none of your business and not your problem.”
“Maybe.” He strengthened his hold. “But when you care about someone the way I care about you, you forget who the pain belongs to, because you feel it just as much. All I want to do is heal the hurt.” He leaned in, the tips of their noses touching. “I’m here, Kate. Whether you want me to be or not.” Securing her waist with one arm so she couldn’t retreat, he reached for her chin and tilted it up. “Talk to me. Tell me what’s tearing you apart.”
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