She couldn’t afford that, couldn’t afford him. Morgan looked away, breaking their visual connection.How he felt, how she felt—none of it mattered. She had to focus on staying safe and doing research for her show. Drooling over the heavy slabs of muscles covering Jack’s shoulders and chest that screamed virile and contemplating all the ways he could use that power to pleasure her wasn’t going to improve her show— or her chances of staying alive.“How are you? Okay?” he asked.“I’m fine,” she said finally. “What time is it?”He shrugged and glanced out the window. “About five in the morning. You can go back to sleep. I’ll be here to watch over you.”Morgan stared back. The knowledge that Jack’s eyes were on her was really going to induce her to roll over and sink into dreamland. As if. She could hardly breathe with Jack’s gaze all over her. Sleep would be impossible.What was it about this man? Sure, he was yummy, but she’d dated good-looking guys before. Something about the way he sta
“You said…?” Jack inched forward, crowding her personal space.“Yes. He was good-looking, cultured, connected, seemed intelligent, and funny. Why not?”He tensed—mouth, shoulders, abs. “When did it end?”“About ten months ago.”“Because…?”Because Andrew’s male ego had been frustrated by her difficulty climaxing in the bedroom. He’d seemed so worldly, like a beacon of inner calm in a stormy life, she’d been sure he would be the man to unlock that something inside her that would set her body and heart free. He’d tried often…succeeded rarely. Finally, he coaxed her into revealing her deepest desires, the ones that involved her being bound and dominated. Thinking it would help them, she’d bared her soul and even revealed her most secret fantasy: being taken by two men at once. Not that she’d really do any of the things that spun in the deep recesses of her mind. They were just fantasies… A fact lost on Andrew.He’d called her depraved—and some other less flattering things that seared pai
Flickering golden light emanated from the little window in the middle of the wall. Morgan was in the bathroom and had found the candles. What she hadn’t done was completely close the shutters. She’d tried, but the broken one wouldn’t extend over the window.On quiet feet, Jack approached the small glass pane. He shouldn’t look; he knew that. But he didn’t have a lot of scruples where she was concerned.Edging closer, Jack peered in, looking into the narrow bathroom. Steam rose from the claw-footed tub. Beside it, Morgan ran a hand under the water stream. Apparently satisfied with the temperature, she set the plug in the tub then backed away.Her hands settled on the first button of Alyssa’s leather getup. At a push of her thumb, the button came loose. A second followed suit. The soft, rounded edged of her cleavage and a hint of the black bra he hadn’t forgotten peeked out to torment him.A sweat broke out across Jack’s chest and back. His cock, which he’d just managed to get under con
He released her slowly and began to pace around her with unhurried steps, brushing her shoulder with gentle fingertips as he stepped past. Her heartbeat accelerated. Goose bumps erupted across her arms. She didn’t even want to think about what was happening to her nipples or how bad they ached.He stopped behind her. Jack’s hot breath tickled the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulders. His heat radiated along her back and legs. Morgan sucked in a breath. God, he was standing close. Too close to ignore. Too close to deny the effect he had on her.The ache between her thighs zinged to new heights, as if she hadn’t stroked her way to climax mere minutes ago.She sent a cautious glance over her shoulder. Jack stood right there, waiting, as if he’d known what she would do. Their gazes connected, his full of fire and demand. He hovered a mere breath away, tall and towering.He was going to touch her.A zip of electric thrill raced through her, even as she called herself twenty kinds
What if she gave him free rein? What would it be like to let go and give herself to someone with his mastery, just this once?She exhaled on a ragged sigh. Arousal flared like a forest fire under a harsh wind, burning her from the inside out. About to rage out of control.Moisture threatened to trickle down her legs. She licked her dry lips, but when his gaze followed the motion, it only made her temperature spike hotter.“You going to put that pretty pink tongue on me, cher? While I watched you sleep, I pictured you on your knees, my cock in your luscious little mouth.”Morgan knew next to nothing about oral sex from personal experience. Reading and talking about it to prepare for her show didn’t make up for that fact. At this moment, with a mountain of man like Jack in front of her, pressed against her, that seemed irrelevant. Jack inspired an urge to sample everything wicked, including his cock.“Ah, I think you like the idea,” he murmured, breath caressing her tingling lips. “Thos
Suddenly, he bent, lifted her by her hips and wedged her body between his and the door. “Put your legs around my waist.”She hesitated. Could people really have sex standing up? She’d never tried anything more exotic than woman on top.“Do it.” His voice was edged with steel.Without another pause, Morgan lifted both of her legs and folded them around his hips. Moments later, he rewarded her with the feel of his cock probing at her entrance, all thick and ready. Breath held, she clung to his shoulders, on the razor’s edge, waiting.He eased his tip inside, and even that hard bit of him felt like heaven, like the magic elixir to cure the ache currently roasting her alive.“Say it again,” he demanded, voice strained. “Tell me what you want.”Morgan never considered holding back. “Fuck me. Now!”With that, he pushed her hips down as he thrust up. Tissues unused to such invasion protested at first, unable to accommodate his girth. She cried out.“Relax,” he ground out. “Open to me, cher.”
On screen, she clawed at his back. He could clearly hear her say, “Yes, more! So good!” She panted once, twice, before her lips feverishly brushed his neck. “Never better.”Jack shivered in remembrance. Yes, it had been good. Damn good. Spec-fucking-tacular, if he was honest. Damn it, he had no need to fuck her again. Now that he had proof they’d done the deed, this part of his revenge was complete. She’d served her purpose. And there was no such thing as a heart’s mate.“Jack!” He watched Morgan scream his name, bounce on him, taking pleasure, giving it.Here in his chair, with his gaze fixed on her flushing body, his balls tightened, broiling with the need to come again. He gritted his teeth against the urge to stroke his cock through his jeans.But he could also see her holding something back, keeping some part of her separate from him, removed from his touch. Something he hadn’t picked up on with her tight, wet walls closing around his cock and his heartbeat drumming in his ears.
The thoughts brought on fresh desire. Thick, bubbling desire, swirling inside her to form an insistent throb. Her clit ached, and she could not believe how wet she was, how swollen her folds felt. She’d never been ruled by her hormones. Why now?Morgan thought about self-pleasuring again, but refrained. She didn’t want to be caught again. The mortification had nearly killed her once, but twice in one day… She grimaced. Still, she might have risked it if she had believed it would douse the fire raging inside her.But the fire was one she feared only Jack could put out.A knock at the cottage’s front door startled Morgan. She whirled to the clock on the little cypress bedside table. Nearly four thirty in the afternoon.Jack tore open the door from his hiding place and streaked down the hall. On his way past, he cast a heated glance into the bedroom, right at her, a glance that said he remembered every kiss, every touch between them—and that as far as he was concerned, they weren’t done.