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Reaching for my arm, he drags me close and puts me between his spread thighs, and God help me, I’m immediately short of breath. His hands slide onto my arse and mine slip onto his shoulders. “Would you have let me cook for you?”
I shake my head. “Too personal too soon.”
“But this isn’t?” One hand slips around my hip to my front, moving down into my throbbing flesh.Fuck.I push myself closer and kiss him gently, moaning into his mouth as he starts to work me. “Greedy.” His whisper vibrates against my lips as he finds my hand and guides it to his lap, forcing me back a little. I take him in my grip, relishing his low growl. Iamgreedy for him. It’s unapologetic, unquenchable greed.
His fingers slide through my desire in time to my fist thrusting up his shaft, our mouths becoming firmer, our breathing louder as we both climb to another high. It hits me unexpectedly, and my torso folds in, pushing me closer to him, my hand losing its rhythm, becoming clumsy and erratic, forcing Jude to knock me away and finish himself. He tears his lips from mine as his fingers slow and soften, watching me ride my release. It goes on and on, relentless, holding me prisoner to the pleasure he’s inflicting as he works himself to meet me at the peak. His eyes darken, his face straining more, and as gorgeous as it is, I have to see him pleasuring himself.
I pull back, dropping my eyes to his groin, and just the mere sight revives my fading orgasm. My God, he is something else, his big fist clawed loosely around his raging hard-on, thrusting, the beautiful, swollen head glistening. I don’t know what compels me, but I bend, replacing his hand with mine around the base and wrapping my lips around the pulsing length. I advance and retreat slowly.
“Fuck, Amelia!” he chokes, his hands moving to my hair.
I suck, lick, advance again, feeling him hit the back of my throat.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
My head bobs as I gorge on his cock. I swear, I’ve never tasted anything so delicious.
“Baby, I’m coming.”
It doesn’t stop me. Nothing would stop me, an overwhelming animalistic urge overcoming me. The vein on the underside throbs against my tongue, Jude solidifies beneath me, yelling, and then he jerks, and I feel the hot, salty essence of him hit the back of my throat.
I close my eyes and swallow, sucking my way to the tip and exhaling, circling my tongue around the head before kissing my way up his stomach, his chest, and onto his neck, climbing onto his lap, straddling him, and working my way to his lips. He hums, cupping my arse, indulging me for a few moments before taking my jaw and pulling me off his mouth. He holds my face as he gazes at me. He’s not smiling.In fact, his expression is unreadable. Almost questioning. But I don’t shy away, my arms looped loosely around his neck, my eyes on his.
“What?” I eventually ask, waiting.
His lip tips a little at the corner. “Nothing.” His hand moves from my jaw and strokes through my long tresses as I play with the hair that flicks out at his nape. “Thirsty?”
I nod, and he stands with me hanging from his front, placing me on the stool and going to the fridge. The sound of my mobile ringing in the distance pulls my attention over my shoulder.
“I should get that.” I get down off the stool. “It’ll be one of my friends making sure I haven’t been savaged by the mysterious rich man who’s been stalking me.”
“Savaging can be arranged,” he calls.
I smile and find my bag, pulling my mobile out, but it rings off before I can answer. My eyes widen at the screen. Ten missed calls? “Dramatic, Abbie,” I mumble, going to the couch and calling her back.
“Thank God,” she breathes in answer.
“What’s up?”
“Just checking you’re alive.”
“I’m alive,” I confirm. Died of pleasure a few times, but I’ve come back to life. Silence falls, and it stretches for a while. “And ...?”
“Oh fuck off,” Abbie hisses. “Have you ...?”
I press my lips together and glance at the doorway to the kitchen. “I’m in his apartment.”
“Apartment?”
“He has a private apartment in the hotel.”
“And . . . ?”
“And I’m naked,” I whisper, clenching my eyes closed, trying to stop the stupid girlie grin stretching across my face as butterflies explode in my belly.
Abbie gasps. “Your voice.”
“What about it?”