“But I’m here now … and I’m all yours.”His face hit my neck, his whiskers scratching the softness of my skin. “Say that again.” He kissed across my throat, dragging his beard. “Say those fucking words, so I can taste them.”“You”—I quivered as he lowered, my body blazing—“have me now.”In one quick thrust, he was fully inside me.“Oh my God!”This was entirely different than when his mouth was on my pussy.But both completely overwhelmed me in opposite ways.“Damn it, I was right. You’re so fucking tight.”My body had been built for Jenner. There was no way I could take another inch. And each thrust, each pound of his hips, reinforced that.But, oh God, it was the best feeling of my life.“Yes!” I yelled. “Fuck me!”Even though I was still recovering from his mouth, I could handle this. And I wanted more. I wanted to reach that place again that he’d brought me only minutes ago.He pulled out and lifted my legs off the bed, circling them around what I assumed was his waist. He arched
I squinted until I could handle more and found my rhythm, feeling myself close in around him, hearing my wetness. Now that I had my vision back, I could appreciate his face again. His delicious emerald eyes, his delectable lips, the beard that had felt so incredible as it scraped my inner thighs.Oh God.“Look at me when you come.” He held my cheeks, locking our stare. “And fucking kiss me.”I was breathless.Sweaty.So spent from all the orgasms he’d given me, but I leaned forward and smashed our lips together, his tongue filling my mouth.I circled it, sucked on the end, until he pulled away and roared, “Fucking ride me, Jo.”I could feel how close he was getting by his short, hard pumps, his hips jerking forward as he gripped me.I wasn’t far behind.I arched my back, using all the speed and power I’d saved for this moment.“Fuck!” I cried.Everything was starting to feel so good again, so sensitive, especially when he began to meet me in the middle, plowing his cock into me right
She moved her napkin to her lap. “I’m a marketing major. I would like to go into the field, not necessarily at an agency, more like apply my skills to a business and do the marketing and social media and influencing for a company. Those are the things I’m good at.”“Have you decided what kind of business?”She sighed. “That’s the hard part. I’m still not sure. I did an internship last semester for a set of privately owned gyms in South Beach, and they offered me a job for when I graduate. I also did some work for a local art dealer who owns several galleries throughout South Florida, and she would love to employ me full-time, but I just don’t know. Although I enjoyed both jobs, neither angle is exactly what I’m looking for.” She shrugged. “I guess time will tell.”“I didn’t have that luxury.”“No?”I shook my head. “I went from prelaw to law school.”“Did you always know what you wanted to be?”“I did, but I also knew what was expected of me, and with that came a lot of pressure.”She
I thought about every word she’d said.I processed each one.And as they resonated, I learned something.Jo was right.I didn’t need three nights with my client. I extended the trip to give me more time with her. And as soon as I’d found out about Miami, I’d called her—the hesitation hadn’t lasted for more than a few seconds.“Jo …”“I hope you don’t mind, but I brought Bordeaux glasses,” the waitress said, her approach cutting me off, placing the long-stemmed glasses in front of us.“Not at all,” I voiced. “It’s what I prefer.”She showed me the bottle, earning herself a nod, and then she began the process of opening the top and pouring a sample.But the entire time, my eyes were on Jo.And as soon as the waitress filled our glasses and left, I held mine toward the center of the table. “To more time together.”Jo smiled. “Interesting … I’ll cheers to that.”We both took a drink, and she placed her wine on the table, holding the stem between her fingers, twirling the thick rod so the
I reached across the open space, my fingers landing on her thigh.The move didn’t startle her—she had seen me coming.But it startled me in the way she felt.The warmth of her skin, the way it welcomed me.The placement that felt so right.So fucking perfect.“How else can I surprise you tonight, Jenner?”You just did.But something told me she already knew that.TwelveJoanna“Do you go to the beach in California?” I asked Jenner as we sat in lounge chairs on the sand, the warm Florida sun shining down on us, the waves lapping not far from our feet.South Beach wasn’t the dreamiest beach in Florida, but it was still so beautiful, calm, and relaxing.But the view had nothing on Jenner, not with his abs on full display, his pecs etched across the top of his chest.My God.That man was perfect.No matter how hard I tried to look away, my eyes constantly went back to him. I was already staring when he rolled his neck toward me, blocking the sun even though he wore shades.“No, never,” h
I took the last sip and set the empty cup on the table. “If I take the job with the art dealer or the private gym, I’ll be staying, but I’m keeping all my options open. Our lease doesn’t end for another four months, so that gives me time to figure things out past graduation.” I paused as the waitress approached and ordered another round for us. “Be honest,” I said as she left, “is it strange to be hearing about this post-college-life stage? You’ve been established for so long. I imagine it’s been a while since you’ve thought about any of this.”There were times when Jenner looked at me, and I could tell what he was thinking. I could read the thoughts in his eyes; I felt his energy. And then there were times when I was lost, unable to decipher a single thought.That was where I was now—lost.“Admittedly, it’s been a while since I’ve been in your shoes, but it’s interesting to listen about your journey and compare it to mine.”My voice softened when I said, “Does it bother you?” I took
“How often do you find yourself in Florida?”I felt him breathe, the air warming my hair.“At least once a quarter. I have several clients here.”“Are all the trips planned far in advance or surprises like this one?”“Both.” He paused. “I’d have to look, but I don’t recall any more trips down here until the end of the year. That could always change though.” His arms tightened. “What about California? Do you ever make your way out there?”I filled my lungs several times, holding in the air after each inhale. “It’s actually where I’m from.”“No shit?”“Yeah … I grew up in LA.” I stilled, feeling the pounding in my heart. “I do go back—holidays, birthdays, special events, things like that. But now that graduation is coming up, I have too much to do, and I won’t get a chance to return. Plus, my parents will be coming, so there’s no reason to fly home to see them.”He turned my body to the side, so he could take in my face.There were so many things I wanted to say, but I couldn’t. They hu
I went to blow up the photo and accidentally liked it.Goddamn it.I moved on to the next picture of her in a long dress and a hat similar to the one she’d worn to the beach, and I realized I hadn’t seen this photograph.I’d followed her Instagram on the plane ride to Miami, but work had been keeping me so busy the last week that I guessed I hadn’t spent much time checking out her account.I had the time now.There were photos of her with friends, but most were solo shots. There were ones of her in a bikini at the beach, posing in dresses with sunsets in the background, at clubs and restaurants. My favorites were the ones where she was cozy in her apartment, the faraway look in her eyes telling me she was fantasizing.About me.No wonder I hadn’t checked her account before. It was dangerous as hell.Just as fucking dangerous as it was to text her, yet I found myself pulling up the last message we’d exchanged, my thumbs hitting the keys.Me: You’re so fucking hot.Jo: Sounds like someo