bedroom.
The light from the other room flicked off and he heard the muted sound of Chase's voice comforting her as he lay in that big bed with her.
He had never regretted not sharing a bed with a lover, until tonight.
He stared at the couch and breathed out tiredly before stretching out on it. At least it was long enough, comfortable enough. For the amount of money Ian was paying for this suite, it sure as hell should have been.
But, of all the years stretching out behind him, of all the lovers he'd ever known, none had compared to Jaci or the intensity of pleasure and satisfaction he felt now.
He'd forgotten the damned condom. He hadn't meant to, and he'd have to rectify that. But, God, it had been good. So hot and tight, her pussy flexing and milking his cock until he spilled himself inside her.
He'd never done that. Ever. Even with the first woman he'd fucked, he'd refused to do so without protection. And now, with Jaci, he hadn't had enough sense to remember to sheath his erection—because he hadn't wanted that between them.
As he stared at the ceiling, he admitted to himself that there were already so many barriers that he placed between them that he couldn't tolerate that one.
That one pleasure, unlike anything he had known in his life, was one he never wanted to give up.
Chapter 5
Jaci arrived at the Sinclair mansion the next morning at exactly ten, as per Courtney's demands, so furious with Chase and Cam that she could barely stand to breathe. Cam had been noticeably absent when she had awakened. She may as well have been alone in the bed, because Chase was on one side while she slept on the other. And Cam? The bastard. He had been asleep on the couch. As though sleeping with her were somehow dirty.
She should have known better. Seven years separated them, and Cam hadn't exactly stayed the same. The scar on his face, though not disfiguring, had been the result of something violent and painful. He had changed. He was harder—more demanding. And unfortunately, that didn't do a damned thing to turn her off.
So now, the morning after was like a bad taste in her mouth and the memory of both men, leaving as she had ordered them to do before she showered, only pissed her off more. The fact that she had left the hotel without coffee only compounded her early morning snit.
Coffee was waiting in the solarium, as were delicate breakfast pastries.
Courtney was sitting at the round table, sunlight falling around her long brown hair, no makeup—not that she needed any—and she was still wrapped in a robe. She looked like a sleepy, lazy kitten contemplating a long nap. Which wouldn't surprise Jaci. Courtney had been known for her afternoon naps before she married Ian Sinclair.
"Coffee's caffeinated and the pastries are to die for." The other woman smothered a yawn and blinked back at Jaci. "I hate you for looking so beautiful at this ungodly hour."
Yeah, real beautiful, Jaci thought with an inner snort. Covering the shadows under her eyes and her pale features while attempting to look natural hadn't been that easy. Especially trying to do it while she cursed the Falladay twins.
"Courtney, the sun has been up forever," Jaci finally pointed out as she sat across from the other woman and sipped at the delicious brew a young servant poured for her.
"Hmm. Well this is true. But I didn't get to sleep until well after it had risen." A curl of her lips, satisfied and filled with feminine pleasure, was all the clue Jaci needed.
"Party lasted that long, did it?" She pretended to misunderstand, because she really didn't want to blush and give Courtney a reason to suspect Jaci had had her own late-night party, one she promised herself would not be repeated.
"Well, Ian had much to make up for," Courtney informed her. "I get rewarded for behaving politely at these functions. You know, the ones where I have to allow piranhas like the Robertses under my roof."
Courtney's voice vibrated
The light from the other room flicked off and he heard the muted sound of Chase's voice comforting her as he lay in that big bed with her.
He had never regretted not sharing a bed with a lover, until tonight.
He stared at the couch and breathed out tiredly before stretching out on it. At least it was long enough, comfortable enough. For the amount of money Ian was paying for this suite, it sure as hell should have been.
But, of all the years stretching out behind him, of all the lovers he'd ever known, none had compared to Jaci or the intensity of pleasure and satisfaction he felt now.
He'd forgotten the damned condom. He hadn't meant to, and he'd have to rectify that. But, God, it had been good. So hot and tight, her pussy flexing and milking his cock until he spilled himself inside her.
He'd never done that. Ever. Even with the first woman he'd fucked, he'd refused to do so without protection. And now, with Jaci, he hadn't had enough sense to remember to sheath his erection—because he hadn't wanted that between them.
As he stared at the ceiling, he admitted to himself that there were already so many barriers that he placed between them that he couldn't tolerate that one.
That one pleasure, unlike anything he had known in his life, was one he never wanted to give up.
Chapter 5
Jaci arrived at the Sinclair mansion the next morning at exactly ten, as per Courtney's demands, so furious with Chase and Cam that she could barely stand to breathe. Cam had been noticeably absent when she had awakened. She may as well have been alone in the bed, because Chase was on one side while she slept on the other. And Cam? The bastard. He had been asleep on the couch. As though sleeping with her were somehow dirty.
She should have known better. Seven years separated them, and Cam hadn't exactly stayed the same. The scar on his face, though not disfiguring, had been the result of something violent and painful. He had changed. He was harder—more demanding. And unfortunately, that didn't do a damned thing to turn her off.
So now, the morning after was like a bad taste in her mouth and the memory of both men, leaving as she had ordered them to do before she showered, only pissed her off more. The fact that she had left the hotel without coffee only compounded her early morning snit.
Coffee was waiting in the solarium, as were delicate breakfast pastries.
Courtney was sitting at the round table, sunlight falling around her long brown hair, no makeup—not that she needed any—and she was still wrapped in a robe. She looked like a sleepy, lazy kitten contemplating a long nap. Which wouldn't surprise Jaci. Courtney had been known for her afternoon naps before she married Ian Sinclair.
"Coffee's caffeinated and the pastries are to die for." The other woman smothered a yawn and blinked back at Jaci. "I hate you for looking so beautiful at this ungodly hour."
Yeah, real beautiful, Jaci thought with an inner snort. Covering the shadows under her eyes and her pale features while attempting to look natural hadn't been that easy. Especially trying to do it while she cursed the Falladay twins.
"Courtney, the sun has been up forever," Jaci finally pointed out as she sat across from the other woman and sipped at the delicious brew a young servant poured for her.
"Hmm. Well this is true. But I didn't get to sleep until well after it had risen." A curl of her lips, satisfied and filled with feminine pleasure, was all the clue Jaci needed.
"Party lasted that long, did it?" She pretended to misunderstand, because she really didn't want to blush and give Courtney a reason to suspect Jaci had had her own late-night party, one she promised herself would not be repeated.
"Well, Ian had much to make up for," Courtney informed her. "I get rewarded for behaving politely at these functions. You know, the ones where I have to allow piranhas like the Robertses under my roof."
Courtney's voice vibrated
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