her teeth on his shoulder but didn’t break the skin.
“You okay?” he asked.
“As good as I can be with your big, throbbing cock inside me.”
He chuckled then eased out. When he drove back in, his cock filled her to the hilt. Stars swam in her eyes as her teeth sharpened and her nails elongated. It was as if he’d plugged her into an electric socket and hot pulses shocked her body. Passion consumed her. Desire nearly strangled her.
She pressed her feet onto his thighs, lifted up, and then dropped back down, encompassing all of him. When she tilted her head, their lips met, and he sucked on her bottom lip. She wasn’t certain if it was the sensual way he drew her in or how his cock was transforming her, but she almost came.
His nails dug into her back, and the ache shot straight through her. Every cell in her body was filled with his essence and her desires soared higher. He moved again, his thick shaft continuing to blaze a scorching path into her and taking her close to her climax while his grunts and moans surrounded her, cocooning her in a feeling of safety.
When he dragged her chin toward him and kissed her, all sanity fled. She wanted him. Needed him. And had to have him. Hanging on tight, she rode him hard, as shards of bliss charged through her.
Jackson plunged in once more and held her close. As his hot cum filled her, her climax swooped in, taking her to a new realm where the image of them running across a field filled her mind. As she was swept up in her tumultuous orgasm, her vision blurred.
Minutes passed, and as Selena’s energy seeped out of her, she collapsed her head onto his shoulder.
“I think we need to sit,” he said, acting as if the hot sex had done him in, too.
With his arms stilled wrapped around her, he walked her into the kitchen and set her on the cold counter. He retrieved a cloth from the drawer and wet it. When he dragged it across her opening, her swollen folds reacted to his mere touch. This sensitivity to him had to stop.
If she didn’t do something constructive, she’d ravish him again. “Don’t forget I need to fix your buttons.”
Jackson grinned, and when he slipped her off the counter and pressed his chest against her, all domestic chores evaporated from her brain—again. He leaned over and nibbled on her lip, reigniting her passions.
She gently pushed back. “We can’t keep doing this.”
“Do what?”
He knew what she meant. “This. Sex. All the time.” Jackson laughed, but she’d been serious. He didn’t seem to understand. “We have jobs to do and we can’t be making love every night.”
He dragged a finger down her cheek, stimulating her insides once more. “I see nothing wrong with two mates being together several times a day. We’re basically animals and have a need to scratch.”
Was that all it was? Pure animal instinct?
Selena tried to squash the disappointment but failed.
What was she supposed to do now that he’d succeeded in getting under her skin?
Chapter Eight
S elena was having a hard time concentrating at work, as she kept thinking back to last night and how amazing the sex had been. She wanted to believe her thrill level was all about having satisfied the animal inside her, but lying to herself wasn’t her style. A part of her had enjoyed Jackson’s antics. Not many men would have been willing to close their eyes when making love.
“Hey,” Danielle said, pulling up a chair. “You look lost in thought.”
Selena refocused. “I’m good. What can I do for you?”
Her friend smiled. “Nothing. I’m on break. Where’s Jackson?”
Once more Selena glanced over to his empty desk. “Don’t know.”
“I thought you two were partners.”
The word partner had always had such a negative connotation to her, but now she liked the idea of being with someone—that is, until they left or disappointed her. “We are.”
Danielle shrugged. “So how did it go last night?”
Selena jerked. “What do you mean? We caught
“You okay?” he asked.
“As good as I can be with your big, throbbing cock inside me.”
He chuckled then eased out. When he drove back in, his cock filled her to the hilt. Stars swam in her eyes as her teeth sharpened and her nails elongated. It was as if he’d plugged her into an electric socket and hot pulses shocked her body. Passion consumed her. Desire nearly strangled her.
She pressed her feet onto his thighs, lifted up, and then dropped back down, encompassing all of him. When she tilted her head, their lips met, and he sucked on her bottom lip. She wasn’t certain if it was the sensual way he drew her in or how his cock was transforming her, but she almost came.
His nails dug into her back, and the ache shot straight through her. Every cell in her body was filled with his essence and her desires soared higher. He moved again, his thick shaft continuing to blaze a scorching path into her and taking her close to her climax while his grunts and moans surrounded her, cocooning her in a feeling of safety.
When he dragged her chin toward him and kissed her, all sanity fled. She wanted him. Needed him. And had to have him. Hanging on tight, she rode him hard, as shards of bliss charged through her.
Jackson plunged in once more and held her close. As his hot cum filled her, her climax swooped in, taking her to a new realm where the image of them running across a field filled her mind. As she was swept up in her tumultuous orgasm, her vision blurred.
Minutes passed, and as Selena’s energy seeped out of her, she collapsed her head onto his shoulder.
“I think we need to sit,” he said, acting as if the hot sex had done him in, too.
With his arms stilled wrapped around her, he walked her into the kitchen and set her on the cold counter. He retrieved a cloth from the drawer and wet it. When he dragged it across her opening, her swollen folds reacted to his mere touch. This sensitivity to him had to stop.
If she didn’t do something constructive, she’d ravish him again. “Don’t forget I need to fix your buttons.”
Jackson grinned, and when he slipped her off the counter and pressed his chest against her, all domestic chores evaporated from her brain—again. He leaned over and nibbled on her lip, reigniting her passions.
She gently pushed back. “We can’t keep doing this.”
“Do what?”
He knew what she meant. “This. Sex. All the time.” Jackson laughed, but she’d been serious. He didn’t seem to understand. “We have jobs to do and we can’t be making love every night.”
He dragged a finger down her cheek, stimulating her insides once more. “I see nothing wrong with two mates being together several times a day. We’re basically animals and have a need to scratch.”
Was that all it was? Pure animal instinct?
Selena tried to squash the disappointment but failed.
What was she supposed to do now that he’d succeeded in getting under her skin?
Chapter Eight
S elena was having a hard time concentrating at work, as she kept thinking back to last night and how amazing the sex had been. She wanted to believe her thrill level was all about having satisfied the animal inside her, but lying to herself wasn’t her style. A part of her had enjoyed Jackson’s antics. Not many men would have been willing to close their eyes when making love.
“Hey,” Danielle said, pulling up a chair. “You look lost in thought.”
Selena refocused. “I’m good. What can I do for you?”
Her friend smiled. “Nothing. I’m on break. Where’s Jackson?”
Once more Selena glanced over to his empty desk. “Don’t know.”
“I thought you two were partners.”
The word partner had always had such a negative connotation to her, but now she liked the idea of being with someone—that is, until they left or disappointed her. “We are.”
Danielle shrugged. “So how did it go last night?”
Selena jerked. “What do you mean? We caught
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