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I climbed on top of Jenny, ensuring she could feel my weight and power. Then I again nudged her thighs open, and my hand crept back down to her swollen nub. I pressed it, circling and applying pressure, watching as Jenny’s eyes rolled back in her head as waves of pleasure crashed through her. I needed to ensure she was wet and not from the shower. I buried my face between her legs again.
“Cole!” she cried out. Jenny shook beneath me as I sucked her clit and then lapped at her slit. She was wet—wet forme. Hot pride bloomed in my chest.
“I’m not going to be able to take this slow.” I buried my face in her clit again so that I could pleasure her. Once I got inside, it was all over.
“Cole—Cole!” Jenny shattered beneath me, her whole body shaking as the orgasm ripped through her. That was just what I wanted. I was going to show her that I was still the boss. Even as the orgasm rocked her body, I climbed on top of her and entered her. Her muscles gripped me, clenching, already pushing me close to the edge.
“What…Oh, fuck,” she moaned.Whatever came out of her mouth next was unintelligible, whimpers, curses, and keening. She raked her nails down my back.
I fucked Jenny through the last of her orgasm and felt another one building inside of her. Her muscles surrounded my cock, undulating, driving me wild. I drove deep, deeper than I’dever been before. I felt reckless, out of my mind. I felt like I might die. My orgasm built inside me.
“Did you think you could leave me? Did you think someone else could ever give youthis?”I savagely thrust into Jenny, and we both cried out.
I pinned her hands above her head and bucked my hips, filling her. I fucked her like I’d never fucked before, deep, driving, out of my goddamned mind. Jenny cried out beneath me as she met me, grinding against my shaft, making me insane. We both climaxed at the same time, my orgasm chasing hers. She cried out beneath me, calling my name, causing a hot pride to bloom in my chest.
I soared to a new height, flying high and feeling free, so free. Jenny was the only woman who’d ever helped me feel so alive in the moment. I emptied myself into her, giving her everything I had inside.
When it was over, I cradled her in my arms.
And when my cock stirred once again a few minutes later, I didn’t hesitate. I took Jenny again.
And then again.
Because she was mine, dammit.
JENNY
Cole wasn’t kiddingwhen he said I wouldn’t be able to walk straight for a week. He kept me in bed for the better part of the day. We made love until it hurt. We made love until I had so many orgasms I thought I might go blind. Cole was relentless until he finally collapsed into one final sweaty heap next to me and fell asleep.
While he snored, I crept from the bed and took another shower. I winced as I turned on the hot water and washed myself; I was raw, sore, and shaky. But despite the physical discomfort—which still included my level-ten hangover—I was strangely elated. I felt like I was walking on air.
Cole and I were back together. What he’d done to me in that bed had been clear. He’d claimed me. Again and again, he’d stroked the secret spot inside that only he could ever reach. What we’d done was physical, but it was so much more than that. No one had ever reached me the way Cole had. Never, as in never ever, had I connected with a man during sex. Not until Cole. When he penetrated me, I truly felt that we had become one. One body, one soul, one… love.
I refused to think about the ramifications of what I’d done. I’d jumped back into bed with Cole, let him claim me, and givenmyself to him. The writing was on the wall; I was doomed. There was no future for us. Being with him like this would make it hurt so much worse when our arrangement ended.
Still, all my talk about keeping things strictly business and having my own space had gone up in smoke. I’d caved in less than twenty-four hours. But I had zero remorse. I could hate myself later when I was alone. There’d be plenty of time for regret.
For now, I intended to let the fire rage on. I was helpless against my desire for Cole, and I knew it. It would burn everything down to the ground, leaving only ashes behind.
I would be alone with the ashes soon enough.
I climbed out of the shower and dried my hair. Only when I looked in the mirror did I remember what had happened last night. My auntie Theresa had texted me.Crap!With all the booze and the sex, I’d forgotten about it. I hustled to the living room and scooped my phone from the floor. The screen was cracked, but I could still read her message from the night before.
Don’t forget I know where you are
As I cleared the screen, my phone rang, making me jump. It was a local number that I didn’t recognize, but with a pit forming in my stomach, I answered it anyway. “Hello?”
“Ms. Jenny, it’s Amari,” he said. “I’m sorry to bother you, but we just had an incident down here. I wanted to alert you right away.”
“An incident?” I croaked.
“Yeah, it was a woman claiming to be your aunt. She asked to be let up to your floor. I said I had to call you first. She started yelling. I was about to call security, but she stormed out. I’msosorry if I did something wrong?—”
“No, Amari, you didn’t do anything wrong,” I interrupted. “I’ll take care of it. You did the right thing. Thank you for calling me.” I hung up, mind racing.
No. No.No.This couldn’t be. My worst nightmare was coming true. My auntie Theresa had shown up at Fifty Liberty. I was so screwed. I should never have come back to work for Cole. She was like a plague—she would infect everything with her vileness and her stories about my past. She would ruin me for Cole. He would never look at me the same…
My phone buzzed again, and I was not so lucky this time. It wasn’t Amari. It was my auntie Theresa.