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couldn’t figure out what it was. Maybe that Alyssa wore diamond earrings and a diamond choker with shorts? Or was it anger toward Alyssa for hurting Jaxon?
He hooked an arm around her waist and lifted her onto his lap, and so she straddled him. “I need some time to decompress, and I can’t do it here. I thought I’d go to Aruba for a couple of months until things die down.” He swept his hand along her cheekbone. “Come with me.”
For a brief moment, she allowed herself the fantasy of them on a beach, watching the sunset and drinking those frozen daiquiris with the little umbrellas in them. But the reality was that she couldn’t run away from her goals. Not when she was this close to achieving them.
Besides, she wasn’t a daiquiri type of girl.
“I can’t. I’m sorry.”
“I thought you’d say that.” His hand drifted from her cheekbone down the length of her neck and across her collarbone. “Will you wait for me?”
She ground her pussy against his growing erection. “Hmm. I’m not sure. What will you give me in return?”
He growled. Growled. “Anything. Everything.” He splayed one hand between her shoulder blades and the other on the small of her back and then sunk his teeth into her neck.
The sharp sting of his bite and the rough scrape of his beard on her skin ramped up her arousal, her core clenching. Her pussy soaked his cock, making it glisten with their mixed fluids.
He released his hold on her neck. His face looked feral, the irises of his brown eyes swallowed by his pupils. “Sit on my dick. I need to be inside your hot cunt.”
Helpless to resist, she positioned him at her opening and sank down his length, taking him into her swollen tissue. This would be the last time he’d be inside her until he returned. The last time she’d feel the burning stretch of his thick cock, the friction against her clitoris. She wanted him to leave his mark on her.
He dug his fingers into her hips and slid her up to his tip and then slammed her back down. Over and over, proving he could still dominate with her on top. The tension in her lower belly built and built and built, the power of his thrusts relentlessly spiraling her toward another climax.
The cords of his neck strained, and his skin flushed a dark red. “Come for me, Katerina, and let me feel you milk the come from my dick one last time.”
She had no choice but to obey. The climax rolled through her like an earthquake, shaking her foundation and throwing her off balance. Her walls clamped down on him as if begging him to stay inside her forever.
Groaning, he grew still as a statue. His cock pulsed and hot semen jettisoned into her waiting pussy.
He fell back, taking her with him, and she curled into his side. She placed her hand over his chest and felt the strong beat of his heart. He drew up the covers, wrapping them in a safe cocoon where nothing else mattered and no one else existed but the two of them. Warm and sated, she closed her eyes, lulled by Jaxon’s slow, steady breathing. As she fell closer to slumber, the noise of the day cleared from her mind, leaving behind a single nagging question. Her eyes popped open and she stared at her lover’s peaceful face.
If she hadn’t stopped at Jaxon’s house tonight, would he have left town without saying good-bye? She reached to shake him awake and ask, but she couldn’t do it. She didn’t really want to know. `
Because if the answer was yes, it might destroy her.
Chapter Eight
Election Day . . .
T HE MORNING CAME all too soon. As she sat on the bed and slipped on her blouse, she thought about how much had changed. Two weeks ago, she’d been in a vanilla relationship with Tom, ignoring her sexual needs, and now she’d not only accepted her masochistic tendencies but was wearing Jaxon’s collar. Closer than ever to working for Joseph and Long, she was no longer sure if that was her dream. And she’d met a reporter she didn’t want to throw off a cliff.
Jaxon came out
He hooked an arm around her waist and lifted her onto his lap, and so she straddled him. “I need some time to decompress, and I can’t do it here. I thought I’d go to Aruba for a couple of months until things die down.” He swept his hand along her cheekbone. “Come with me.”
For a brief moment, she allowed herself the fantasy of them on a beach, watching the sunset and drinking those frozen daiquiris with the little umbrellas in them. But the reality was that she couldn’t run away from her goals. Not when she was this close to achieving them.
Besides, she wasn’t a daiquiri type of girl.
“I can’t. I’m sorry.”
“I thought you’d say that.” His hand drifted from her cheekbone down the length of her neck and across her collarbone. “Will you wait for me?”
She ground her pussy against his growing erection. “Hmm. I’m not sure. What will you give me in return?”
He growled. Growled. “Anything. Everything.” He splayed one hand between her shoulder blades and the other on the small of her back and then sunk his teeth into her neck.
The sharp sting of his bite and the rough scrape of his beard on her skin ramped up her arousal, her core clenching. Her pussy soaked his cock, making it glisten with their mixed fluids.
He released his hold on her neck. His face looked feral, the irises of his brown eyes swallowed by his pupils. “Sit on my dick. I need to be inside your hot cunt.”
Helpless to resist, she positioned him at her opening and sank down his length, taking him into her swollen tissue. This would be the last time he’d be inside her until he returned. The last time she’d feel the burning stretch of his thick cock, the friction against her clitoris. She wanted him to leave his mark on her.
He dug his fingers into her hips and slid her up to his tip and then slammed her back down. Over and over, proving he could still dominate with her on top. The tension in her lower belly built and built and built, the power of his thrusts relentlessly spiraling her toward another climax.
The cords of his neck strained, and his skin flushed a dark red. “Come for me, Katerina, and let me feel you milk the come from my dick one last time.”
She had no choice but to obey. The climax rolled through her like an earthquake, shaking her foundation and throwing her off balance. Her walls clamped down on him as if begging him to stay inside her forever.
Groaning, he grew still as a statue. His cock pulsed and hot semen jettisoned into her waiting pussy.
He fell back, taking her with him, and she curled into his side. She placed her hand over his chest and felt the strong beat of his heart. He drew up the covers, wrapping them in a safe cocoon where nothing else mattered and no one else existed but the two of them. Warm and sated, she closed her eyes, lulled by Jaxon’s slow, steady breathing. As she fell closer to slumber, the noise of the day cleared from her mind, leaving behind a single nagging question. Her eyes popped open and she stared at her lover’s peaceful face.
If she hadn’t stopped at Jaxon’s house tonight, would he have left town without saying good-bye? She reached to shake him awake and ask, but she couldn’t do it. She didn’t really want to know. `
Because if the answer was yes, it might destroy her.
Chapter Eight
Election Day . . .
T HE MORNING CAME all too soon. As she sat on the bed and slipped on her blouse, she thought about how much had changed. Two weeks ago, she’d been in a vanilla relationship with Tom, ignoring her sexual needs, and now she’d not only accepted her masochistic tendencies but was wearing Jaxon’s collar. Closer than ever to working for Joseph and Long, she was no longer sure if that was her dream. And she’d met a reporter she didn’t want to throw off a cliff.
Jaxon came out
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