Page 74 of All Bets Are Off

“I like that,” I murmur.

He eases a finger inside of me and I buck against his hand, riding out the pleasure. “Hmm?”

“Love that,” I whisper, my voice smothered by the moan that escapes me instead.

I squirm against him as he works his fingers at the perfect speed, and it stuns me just how close to the edge he’s able to get me already. But it’s too much, too overpowering, so I stop him before I get there. I push him away and take the lead. Slipping my hand inside his pants, I wrap my fist around his dick and feel smug with satisfaction. He’s so hard, so ready. All for me.

“Fuck,” Jameson hisses, pressing both his hands flat to the wall by the side of my head to support himself as he sinks into the pleasure of my touch. He buries his face into the crook of my neck as I work his dick from shaft to tip. “That’s it, baby girl.”

Hearing him praise me only makes me all the more determined to satisfy him, like suddenly my entire world revolves around making Jameson Park come. Yeah, fucking feral.

His verdant green eyes lock with mine and they’re wild with hunger. Suddenly, he’s tearing off my clothes like I fantasized he would. My top is whipped over my head, my skirt is tugged down my thighs, and he grabs my waist with his large, firm hands and physically turns me around.

“Don’t move,” he instructs.

I wait patiently, my forearms pressed to the wall in front of me. Jameson crosses the hotel suite to grab his wallet, then returns with a foil wrapper in hand. I watch him over my shoulder, eyes glazed with desire, as he steps out of his pants, his boxers, and tears the wrapper open with his teeth. He stretches the condom over himself and I smirk back at him. The only thing hotter than sex is safe sex.

“I fucking love the curve of your back,” Jameson says, and I shiver as he runs his index finger down my spine. “Is this still okay, Evie?”

“Yes,” I say with a nod.

Jameson steps up close behind me, one hand grabbing my hip to hold me steady. His lips caress my shoulder blade as he eases his dick inside of me, almost cautiously at first, and then he enters me fully and deeply. I bite my lower lip so hard I’m convinced I’ve drawn blood. My head falls forward as I brace my forearms against the wall, maintaining the perfect arch of my back.

“You’re so wet. You want me bad, don’t you?” Jameson says, voice like delicate silk.

“So fucking bad,” I groan.

Against the wall of his luxury hotel suite, he fucks me the exact way I imagined he would—with confidence, steady stamina, and control. His fingers dig deep into my hipbone as he pulls on the ends of my hair with his other hand, and his thrusts are strong and deliberate. With every stroke, I moan in response. His breaths turn to pants and he reaches around me, his hand working my clit to bring me to release. This time, as the pleasure mounts, I don’t fight it. I embrace it, all of the spots he’s perfectly hitting.

“I’m . . . so close . . .” I murmur breathlessly.

“Me too,” Jameson grunts. He presses his forehead against my back, his skin burning hot against mine. He doesn’t change a single thing he’s doing. He thrusts into me from behind; rubs his fingers fast over my clit; presses his lips to my warm, soft skin.

An explosive gasp fills the air as I come around Jameson’s dick. The waves of pleasure ripple through me and I can’t pick out a single damn thought inside my head—I’m totally scattered, my vision blurred, a ringing in my ears. Jameson groans alongside me, and he thrusts faster, more desperately, until suddenly his entire weight collapses against me.

“Fuck,” he pants, and our deep breaths fill the room as time momentarily stands still.

Jameson pulls out of me, and I twist around to look at him, my body resting back against the wall as I catch my breath. His face is flushed with color and perspiration. Our hazy gazes connect, and he laughs, all breathless and feathery, like the most beautiful melody I’ve ever head.

“Damn,” he says. “Please tell me that was worth it?”

“Absolutely worth it,” I say with a grin, wrapping my hand around the nape of his neck and drawing his lips to mine as I kiss him once more.

Jameson slides his hands under my ass and effortlessly lifts me from the ground, mid-kiss. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist, my arms looped around his shoulders, and he carries me through the hotel suite to the bedroom and sets me down on the huge bed. I lean back on my elbows, stark naked under the burning sunshine streaming into the room. Jameson cleans himself up and slips on a pair of boxers while I admire his physique, watching his muscles contract as he moves around the room. He’s like a goddamn A-list movie star, and I’m pretty sure I’m salivating.

Blowing out a breath, he collapses on the bed next to me, resting on his side as his eyes devour me. He runs a finger down my breastbone, the warmth of his touch triggering goosebumps. “Why’d you change your mind?”

“I didn’t want to regret not finding out what you had to offer,” I tease, “and I’m happy to report I’m pleased with the results.” I reach for his hand as it travels down my chest, bringing his index finger to my lips. “Do you need to get back to making any work calls or can you spare another five minutes?” Eyes locked intimately on his, I slowly lick from the base of his finger to the tip, and Jameson parts his lips with a small exhale.

“You know . . .” he says, voice heated, “I was just thinking I wasn’t quite done with you yet.”

Yay. Round two, baby. And this time, I’m taking charge.

I press my hand flat against Jameson’s hard chest and push him flat on his back. His green eyes spark with arousal as I swing my body over his, sitting on his stomach and straddling his hips. I reach behind me, palming his dick over the soft cotton of his boxers, and . . .

“Oh,” I say, shyly biting my lip. “I thought you’d need—”

“You thought wrong. I’m ready to go again,” Jameson says, large hands gripping my waist as he tugs me forward to meet his hungry, aching kiss. “Your body is incredible. So fucking perfect.”