her nipple, and the feel of his hot mouth on her, suckling her, while she rode him was almost too much.
She pressed her palms to the headboard. “Jack…Jack…that feels…so good.”
Taking his time, he savored first one breast, then the other, circling her nipple with his tongue while kneading her. She groaned as flames of desire licked through her. With his mouth and his cock both pleasuring her, she rode him faster, longer, harder.
Each pull of his mouth triggered a response deep inside her. Her blood heated and the wetness spilled from her as she moaned and increased her pace.
His tongue stilled and he groaned as she flexed her inner muscles in an intimate caress. Then he tugged hard with his mouth, and the first tremors of her release rippled outward. She opened her mouth in a wordless cry as she came, her climax hitting her in waves as she shuddered and stiffened over him.
He gripped her hips and thrust into her, straining toward his own orgasm. She tightened her muscles as the aftershocks of her climax flickered through her, and he found his release.
She wrapped her legs around him and rolled to her side, taking him with her and keeping her body joined with his. A state of peace descended over her. Never had she felt more complete.
Jack pressed a kiss to her cheek. “I’ll be right back.”
She groaned in protest as he pulled away from her to head into the bathroom again. The man was at least clean. She should follow him, slip into the shower with him. Unless…
She stared at the ceiling. What if he hadn’t gone in there to clean up? What if she’d made him ill?
Sitting up, she clutched the sheet to her and strained to hear any sound from the bathroom. A hysterical laugh choked its way out of her as the significance of her actions dawned.
What in heaven’s name had come over her?
The possibility that she might have made him ill sent panic through her. How could she have forgotten?
Jack emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, a washcloth in his hand. His eyes sparkled as he slipped into the bed. “Why don’t you relax and let me clean you?”
She scooted away from him. “I’m so sorry. I’ve never been so… If you want to hire another designer, I can make a few recommendations.”
“Erin.” He took her hand. “You don’t want to quit because of this?”
“I don’t know. Maybe I should. I’ve never behaved so unprofessionally. I’m not sure what came over me. It’s shocking, really.”
He rubbed circles around her knuckles with histhumb. “Look, we didn’t plan this. It just happened. There’s obviously something between us. I don’t know about you, but I thought what we just shared was pretty incredible. Is there any reason why we can’t continue to work together and at the same time explore this attraction?”
The hope in his eyes was almost more than she could resist, but she had to. The energy between them was definitely different—much more intense than with any of her previous lovers. Would her effect on him be stronger? The last thing she wanted was to make him sick.
“I know this is going to sound bizarre after that little episode,” she said, “but I’ve decided to give dating a rest.”
He stilled. “Oh.”
“It isn’t you. Really. That was probably the most incredible sex I’ve ever experienced.” Why did she feel compelled to speak so honestly with him? “It’s me. I promise that when I say we shouldn’t pursue any kind of a relationship, I’m thinking only of your best interest.”
Disappointment swirled out from him and she held her breath.
“What if I don’t agree that it’s in my best interest for us to not see each other?” he asked.
“You have to trust me that it is.”
Could it be that her gift was different in that it worked only with certain men—or with one man? And was it possible that such a man wouldn’t be adversely affected by her gift?
She’d had sex—great, fantastic sex with a client. What kind
She pressed her palms to the headboard. “Jack…Jack…that feels…so good.”
Taking his time, he savored first one breast, then the other, circling her nipple with his tongue while kneading her. She groaned as flames of desire licked through her. With his mouth and his cock both pleasuring her, she rode him faster, longer, harder.
Each pull of his mouth triggered a response deep inside her. Her blood heated and the wetness spilled from her as she moaned and increased her pace.
His tongue stilled and he groaned as she flexed her inner muscles in an intimate caress. Then he tugged hard with his mouth, and the first tremors of her release rippled outward. She opened her mouth in a wordless cry as she came, her climax hitting her in waves as she shuddered and stiffened over him.
He gripped her hips and thrust into her, straining toward his own orgasm. She tightened her muscles as the aftershocks of her climax flickered through her, and he found his release.
She wrapped her legs around him and rolled to her side, taking him with her and keeping her body joined with his. A state of peace descended over her. Never had she felt more complete.
Jack pressed a kiss to her cheek. “I’ll be right back.”
She groaned in protest as he pulled away from her to head into the bathroom again. The man was at least clean. She should follow him, slip into the shower with him. Unless…
She stared at the ceiling. What if he hadn’t gone in there to clean up? What if she’d made him ill?
Sitting up, she clutched the sheet to her and strained to hear any sound from the bathroom. A hysterical laugh choked its way out of her as the significance of her actions dawned.
What in heaven’s name had come over her?
The possibility that she might have made him ill sent panic through her. How could she have forgotten?
Jack emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, a washcloth in his hand. His eyes sparkled as he slipped into the bed. “Why don’t you relax and let me clean you?”
She scooted away from him. “I’m so sorry. I’ve never been so… If you want to hire another designer, I can make a few recommendations.”
“Erin.” He took her hand. “You don’t want to quit because of this?”
“I don’t know. Maybe I should. I’ve never behaved so unprofessionally. I’m not sure what came over me. It’s shocking, really.”
He rubbed circles around her knuckles with histhumb. “Look, we didn’t plan this. It just happened. There’s obviously something between us. I don’t know about you, but I thought what we just shared was pretty incredible. Is there any reason why we can’t continue to work together and at the same time explore this attraction?”
The hope in his eyes was almost more than she could resist, but she had to. The energy between them was definitely different—much more intense than with any of her previous lovers. Would her effect on him be stronger? The last thing she wanted was to make him sick.
“I know this is going to sound bizarre after that little episode,” she said, “but I’ve decided to give dating a rest.”
He stilled. “Oh.”
“It isn’t you. Really. That was probably the most incredible sex I’ve ever experienced.” Why did she feel compelled to speak so honestly with him? “It’s me. I promise that when I say we shouldn’t pursue any kind of a relationship, I’m thinking only of your best interest.”
Disappointment swirled out from him and she held her breath.
“What if I don’t agree that it’s in my best interest for us to not see each other?” he asked.
“You have to trust me that it is.”
Could it be that her gift was different in that it worked only with certain men—or with one man? And was it possible that such a man wouldn’t be adversely affected by her gift?
She’d had sex—great, fantastic sex with a client. What kind
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