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Reddington

Eating Jade out, making her come all over my tongue, her scent forever ingrained in my memory, was more than carnal for me.

It was about watching this woman, who had been cut deeply in the past, and her fear to let anyone into her heart.

One she liked to pretend was more frigid than the Arctic, but we both knew the truth.

Jade had as much love as she did sass to give.

And if I knew anything, it was that when it came to Jade, I was a greedy fucking man. So, I’d take it all. Anything I could get from her. Anything she was willing to give me. Then I’d try to make her see she could feel comfortable enough to give me more.

“You look like a mess,” Jade breathed, her skin glowing with a light sheen of sweat from her first orgasm of the night.

I could only imagine how hard she would be sweating and panting after I was balls deep inside her. Fuck, she should have known the down payment I would have made to secure my place inside her. I wanted to remain there for the rest of my days. Until we were both old and wrinkly.

“Come,” I said, shifting positions and laying on my back.

When she didn’t move, only stared over at me, I nudged her arm. “Excuse me,” she retorted, her eyes growing wide. “I didn’t know you suffered from short-term memory loss.” She rolled her eyes slightly. “I just came.”

“And you’re going to come again, but this time by sitting on my dick like the good girl you are.” I patted my bare thighs.

She made a show of getting up, sticking her beautiful, round ass in my face.

I’d never been one for anal play, but the idea of pushing my pinky through her hole was making me even more hard if that was humanly possible.

Just for your information, I was the hardest I’d ever been.

Too much information? Yeah, well, deal with it because I was.

I’d suffered through that entire eating session, the whole thing only making more arousal seep from my tip and travel down my cock.

Son of a bitch, I wanted to be inside her.

Needed it to survive. At least, that was how it felt.

“This is your one and only chance, Red,” she said, her voice slightly hoarse. “Slap my ass like you mean it. You know you want to.”

I was not going to do that. As tempting as it was to leave a hand print on one of her ass cheeks, I wasn’t in the business of making her feel any sort of pain—temporary or otherwise. “I’ve heard it can be arousing. Does that sort of thing arouse you?”

Not answering, she asked her own question instead. “Does it arouse you ?”

Turning it back on me, huh? I shook my head, even though she couldn’t see me. Then I vocalized my thoughts. “No, but this does.” I leaned forward and placed a kiss on one of her cheeks.

She turned around, a smile creeping across her face as she placed her legs beneath her and got in position to straddle me. “You should know that I’m an incredible rider.”

I didn’t like her talking about how experienced she was riding other men’s dicks when my hands were on her hips, and she was lined up and ready to take me. “There’s a condom in the nightstand.”

Her eyes danced with amusement. Poking my chest with each word, she asked, “Did you know this would happen?”

“Hoped, actually.” What? Did that make me come off eager? Well, good.

“We could’ve done this instead of dry fucking, but you—”

“That was then. Don’t live in the past.”

Her head went backward, like someone just flicked her forehead, her facial expression colored with surprise.

My blood pumped so loudly in my ears as I thought about every little thing I liked about her that I feared it’d burst my own eardrums. “What is it?” I asked, my eyes scanning her face, searching for the answer I wasn’t finding.

She wasn’t always the easiest person to read.

Even to me, the man who had been thinking about her, watching and observing her for longer than he cared to admit.

No, I wasn’t a stalker. I was crushing. They were two different things.

Plus, she had been my assistant, remember?

I’d had to make sure she had been. . . doing her job.

She swallowed, her cheeks flushed. “I always say that.” She motioned to brush a strand of hair behind her ear, only it was already back there, so she only pushed it farther back.

I’d never seen her. . . nervous. . . anxious.

. . I didn’t know how to describe her at the moment. But I’d never seen her like this.

“I’m not surprised. Great minds think alike.” Smiling, I brought a hand to her cheek, and she leaned into my touch. It only lasted a few seconds—if that—before her whole body jolted like she’d caught a chill and arched her back.

“Let’s just forget about the condom, okay?” She cleared her throat. “I get tested regularly and I’m clean.”

Wait, what? I fought the urge to shake my head to make sure I heard her correctly. “I’m clean, too. But you want to take me bare?”

She nodded. “Do I talk to myself?”

“Just making sure.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t say shit I don’t mean. You should know that by now. For things to be crystal clear, I want to sit on that abnormally large, thick, bare cock of yours until I’m filled to the hilt, got it?”

Whatever emotion that had been flashing in her eyes was gone, replaced by desire that could have easily been mistaken for a cloak of avoidance.

I wasn’t going to push her on the matter, though.

Frankly, it would have been useless, and I knew when to choose my battles. This was not one of those times.

I grabbed the finger she had on my chest and brought it to my lips, swirling the tip around in my mouth. “You know what I like about you?” I asked, one corner of my lip curling slightly as I smirked.

“Hmm?” She stared at me, her eyes so intent on me that they followed me as I placed my hand between us and slipped two fingers in her wetness.

She whimpered, her warm breath hitting me square in the face as her mouth fell open on its own accord.

“The good news is I don’t think you need lube,” I stated the obvious, pulling out and observing my fingers, which were dripping with her arousal. I brought them to my lips and sucked every last bit of it off. “Couldn’t let it go to waste.”

She looked like she was about to say something, but bit her tongue and came out with something else instead. “You going to spit out what you like about me?”

With a coy grin, I asked, “Fishing for compliments?”

She rolled her eyes. “Please. Give me a break. I couldn’t care less.

Your insufferably massive erection tells me all I need to know.

” Then she fingered the tip, swirling it and picking up the liquid seeping out, causing me to groan.

“And this.” She popped it into her mouth, closing her eyes on a swallow.

“This tells me everything I need to know, too.”

“I like how you’re not entirely sweet.”

“You’re messed up.”

“You’re bitter with a hint of sweetness. And so is your desire,” I said, still tasting her on my tongue and all over my lips for that matter.

Could a man survive on pussy alone? Because I liked to think I could if it were Jade’s we were talking about. I fucking loved it.

Without another word, Jade made the next move, sinking down a little bit. My breath left my lungs as I felt how incredibly tight she was, the sensation nearly making my eyes water with the intensity. “You’re so fucking tight and soft. So damn soft,” I said through gritted teeth.

“God,” she screamed as she sank a little lower. Had I mentioned how much I hated it when she screamed the wrong fucking name? Because I did. I hated it.

I was about to say just that when she sank even lower, but as much as I knew she wanted this, her face looked pained almost. The center of her brows wrinkled and her eyes narrowed, the lines of her lips parting slightly. “You can take me, Jade. I know you can.”

Her head snapped, her eyes practically boring a hole through my head. “I know that. Do you think I’m stupid, Red? You think I don’t know I can take you?”

I brushed a chunk of hair that was caught in dampness on her forehead away from her face. “I think it’s a lot, and you don’t like to appear weak or like you can’t do something. We don’t have to do this, though.”

“Please. I want this, remember? Just as badly as you do.” Scrunching her nose, she sank further down, and this time I was almost fully inside her. I said almost . Let’s not get crazy, okay?

Between the wait, anticipating being buried deep inside her and wanting it, needing it, so badly, sweat was beginning to trickle along my spine.

None of that mattered, though. “Breathe, Jade. Do you want to flip and for me to be on—”

“No,” she practically shouted. “I’m always on top.”

* * *

Jade

And I was always on top. I liked it better that way. I could take them a lot better and feel fuller than I could’ve ever hoped for. So, what was my problem now?

This was the superior position, especially because it was just as I liked it, reminding them that I was not some patsy—in the bedroom or out of it. I liked to control the situation, and I felt like being on top did that.

Red and I could go a million rounds with each other, sparring verbally until the morning came and then starting up all over again if we had to. He didn’t hold back. Ever. I didn’t hold back. We all knew that. We were dynamite together, the very definition of explosive.

But then there was this other side to him. This side that was unnerving to my person. It made me feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. He had this tenderness about him that made me feel unsettled. Why couldn’t he cut it the hell out?

I didn’t want it because it gave me a false sense of security, a false hope that I could let myself believe he’d always be there for me, that he’d be my safety net, there to catch me when I fell. And he wouldn’t be because this was fake.

So, it was like every other relationship or random hook-up in my life. Thinking it was going to be something more—or could be—would only make me feel a world of hurt. And I deserved better. I also knew better.

Fool me once? Shame on me.

Fool me twice? Fuck you. It wasn’t happening again.

Wanting to feel all of him inside me, I grabbed hold of his shoulders, sucked in, and on an exhale sat all the way down on his cock. The immediate feeling? Pain. It went away nearly as fast as it came, though, because it was like Red knew exactly what to do to get rid of it.

He grazed the pad of his thumb over my cheek, rubbing it softly. It was like it counterbalanced the pain. Or was it because he distracted me from it? I couldn’t be sure, but either way, the burn from the stretch dissipated, and all that was left was a rush of pleasure.

It was like he knew it, too, because he took both of his hands and cupped my breasts, pushing them together and playing with my nipples.

Thank you, it seemed we were done with that tender crap.

I got into a steady rhythm, rocking like it was my day job. That was right, I was doing the damn thing, excelling at it, and taking names.

“I wish you could see what I see right now. You’re going to be sore tomorrow, but you know that, don’t you? And you don’t care.”

Mid-rise, he placed his thumb on my clit, pressing down until I settled back down.

We repeated that action twice more, each time a feeling of bursting at the seams washing over me.

My pulse was racing along with my heartbeat.

He was pushing me past my breaking point, and I wanted him to break me so badly. “You feel so good.”

He pinched one of my nipples. “You going to come for me again, Jade? You’re so tight, I don’t know how long I’m going to last.”

If I was being honest, I wasn’t entirely sure how long I was going to last either.

I rocked.

And rocked.

With each rock, I went harder, faster.

One of his hands was fixated on my breasts while the other played with my pussy.

I was feeling maximum pressure, the sensations all too much for me.

“Just so you know, I’m coming for me, not you,” I informed him. Once that was out in the open, I allowed myself to uncoil. I could feel myself flutter around him, making things feel even tighter. My legs were trembling, my thighs shaking the most, as my heart kicked into high gear.

“Whatever makes you feel better,” he replied at the very last minute.

I so wanted to respond with a snarky comeback, to tell him how wrong he was, but he was right, so I’d be lying. It was like something shifted tonight, like this wasn’t just sex, but I didn’t want to think about that.

Shit. Maybe Red was right. Maybe I could keep things emotionless with sex because I didn’t have anything else with those guys.

But Red. . .

Red and I were. . .

Spending a lot of time together.

I couldn’t think straight any longer, couldn’t think about any of this because on my last rise up and back down, my orgasm took over, my pussy clamping down on his cock with an intense ferocity.

Before I closed my eyes, I watched Red’s face distort, his own orgasm slamming into him.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” I repeatedly shouted as a million bright stars took over my own vision.

It took what felt like an eternity for me to float back down to earth. Not even giving me a second to process one of the best orgasms of my life, Red spoke, his words making me wish I was still in that sky full of stars. “You’re so fucking special, Jade.”

He lifted his hand, going to touch my face again, but I stopped him.

I didn’t want to be rude—hold your surprise—so I gave him the best smile I could muster as I pushed it away. “We should get some sleep,” I said, rising up and off his cock. Before you say something else meaningful that has the ability to screw with my mind and make me forget what’s really going on.

“Jade?” he called after me, raising a brow. “You okay?”

Both of our arousals flowed out of me like I was a leaky faucet, the desire trickling down my inner legs.

The worst part about it? I actually felt the loss of him inside me. And not just because he made me feel so full but because he made me feel. Period.

Sometimes I felt less dead inside with Red. I felt more human, if that made sense, and that was risky.

I couldn’t take that risk, so I had to do what was right for me and distance myself.

“Yeah. All good. I’m just going to wash up and go downstairs. Just, um, don’t wait up for me, okay?”

I didn’t wait for him to answer, only walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind me, metaphorically shutting him out as well.