Page 126 of Worth the Fall

“Making me want you. Every minute of every goddamn day.”

His hands spreading me apart and then his mouth blowing ever so softly over me.

“What’s the punishment?” I’m breathless, spent before we even start.

“I’m going to fuck you. Thoroughly. Properly. And hopefully slowly . . .” His words seduce me, but it’s his dick slowly slipping into me that consumes me. It’s the feel of his thumbs caressing over my ass before one of them presses unexpectedly against the tight rim of muscles above it that excites me. I part moan, part wriggle back against his fingers to let him know I want him. “But the way you feel right now, I can’t promise the slowly part.”

I purposely tighten my muscles around his cock and moan at how full he makes me feel. “No woman complains about thoroughly and properly,” I murmur, the cool of the wing beneath me and the heat of what his dick is doing within me driving me to distraction.

“Good,” he says as one hand twists around the length of my ponytail and tugs my hair back some to hold me in place as he drives into me harder this time.

“Yes.” The word is a drawn-out sigh and each thrust brings a new round of pleasure, a new way to sustain the adrenaline of the jump.

“You like that?” He grunts as his thumb rubs circles to stimulate the nerves in my ass while the head of his dick expertly manipulates and taunts and teases the ones within me. With each touch, each graze, he pushes me up that welcome precipice between pleasure and pain.

“Please,” I beg, and it’s the last thing I have to say because he’s as primed and desperate as I am and ready to take the fall.

Again.

* * *

“We are lucky everyone was gone so we didn’t have to take the walk of shame back here,” he murmurs against the crown of my head.

He is leaning against the headboard of my bed, and I’m resting my head on his chest. I’m comfortable and more peaceful than I have been in days . . . and I know it’s because of him.

“Do you always take your suspects back to their place after you frisk them?” I murmur.

“No, but it sounds like you skydivers do after a jump.” He chuckles, its vibration rumbling against my chest.

“Adrenaline has a way of doing that to you—making you need that extra release.”

“Is this an occupational hazard I should be worried about?”

“No. God no.” I pause and then add, “But I won’t deny that all of my staff have had their fun at one time or another.”

“And that’s why Leo was laughing.”

“Ha. At least we left plain sight,” I say with a laugh as I think about Leo and that hot little number he all but mounted against the side of the Blue Skies shed after a particularly thrilling jump.

“I don’t think I want to know.”

“No, you don’t.” I can still hear the rest of the jumpers hooting and hollering for him to get a room, but the sweet, little thing he was with was so excited to have a catch like Leo, she had no shame.

We sit in silence for a bit, his fingers trailing up and down the line of my spine, moving the towel, which is still damp from our shower, down a bit more with each subsequent trace of his finger. I think of the day. Of how I came back determined to pick up and go so I could escape the feelings and the memories I can’t seem to stop. Oh how quickly that changed when he put his trust in me. He gave me his biggest fear and didn’t walk away like I wanted to do to him.

Shouldn’t I be able to face my biggest fear then, too?

“Thank you for getting me down safely,” he murmurs as if he’s reading my thoughts.

“Thank you for trusting me to do so.”

“You needed a leap of faith, Em. You needed someone to prove to you that they trust you, so in turn, you should trust yourself.”

“There are so many things you don’t understand . . . things I wish I could . . .” My fingers draw absently on his chest over his heart.

“No. It’s okay I don’t need to know.”

“I’m just not ready to explain⁠—”