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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Margot

Awareness of heat from the big body nestled behind me keeps me under the soft haze of sleep. A soft exhale against my neck. Something hard against my lower back. One big, rough hand cupping the weight of my breast that escaped the confines of my tank top during the night.

Outside the blankets feels unnaturally cold.

I burrow deeper under the covers, closer to Jigsaw’s body. His thumb twitches over my nipple and I stifle a gasp.

Still shivering, I blink and stare at my bedroom window. Dull gray light seeps around the edges of the blinds. It’s too early for my alarm but something doesn’t look right.

I push the covers aside, slide out of Jigsaw’s embrace, and sit up, fixing my top as I go.

“Where you going?” Jigsaw murmurs. Behind me, he hooks a finger in the waistband of my sleep shorts and tugs.

“I’m cold.”

“I’ll warm you up.”

I shimmy out of his loose grip and flick the curtain out of my way. White glare sears my vision and I squeeze my eyes shut for a second. “Damn, it looks like it snowed. Not a lot but?—”

“You got equipment?” Jigsaw asks. “Shovel, snowblower, whatever?”

“In the garage.” I turn and stare at him.

It’s a big parking lot and then there’s the whole front of the house that needs to be cleared.

He can’t do it all on his own before our first appointment.

“My dad has a company that will come clear the lot.” I glance at the clock. “They’ve usually started by now.”

“I’ll take care of it. If you come greet me properly.” He crooks a finger and holds the sheet high.

How can I resist that offer? I dive back into bed and snuggle up tight against his warm, solid body.

“That’s better,” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around me and resting his chin on my head. “You sleep okay?”

Actually, I did. Talking everything out with him helped. No nightmares about Daniel. For now, he’s not my problem. “Yes. Although, I woke up to your hand on my boob.”

He stretches his arm out, wiggling his fingers. “Sorry I missed out on that.”

Shaking with laughter, I press a kiss to the base of his throat.

“I’m surprised it wasn’t somewhere else.” He slides one hand down my body. Anticipating where he’s headed, I shift back a few inches, then sigh when he dips under my shorts and rubs one finger between my legs.

A low sound somewhere between a groan and a growl vibrates through his chest. “You’re soaked.”

“I never said…I didn’t like waking up with…your hand on my breast,” I whisper between choppy breaths.

“What about my mouth?” He nips the fabric of my top between his teeth and tugs on it until one breast pops out. He captures the tip between his lips and sucks hard.

“Oh,” I breathe out. “Yes, I like that too.”

I roll flat on my back and he follows, licking and sucking at one nipple. I scramble to spread my legs, give him room, and he gently closes his teeth over the tip of my nipple.

“No.” He lazily swirls his tongue around the tip. “Stay just like you are. I like my hand trapped between your pretty thighs.”

Heat explodes over my skin. Why is that so hot?

He holds me in place and slowly flicks my clit. I can’t help it, I arch my back, and swivel my hips, chasing the zip of electricity.

“That’s it. Show me.” He nuzzles closer, sucking at my neck, whispering a mix of sweet and filthy things in my ear.

Sweat mists my forehead and I squeeze my eyes closed. Close. So close.

He rubs faster. My center trembles, tingles racing over my skin. My back bows off the bed. My lips part on a silent scream.

“That’s it,” he encourages, dragging his fingers through my wetness.

Breathing hard, I lay there dazed for a moment while he keeps pressing little kisses to my cheek, my neck, and my chest.

Something hard prods my hip. I roll toward him, and he jerks his hand out of my shorts.

“Thank you,” I whisper. “Your turn.”

I reach down and wrap my hand around his erection. Dropping kisses against his chest, I slide lower.

He groans and shifts his body, allowing me more access. “Couldn’t help myself.”

Another groan slips past his lips as I tug his shorts down and seal my lips over the head of his cock.

“Oh fuck.” He rolls flat on his back and lifts his hips.

I release him with a soft pop and pull his shorts off the rest of the way. He stretches and reaches for something, while I take him in my mouth again as far as I can, using my hand to cover what my lips can’t.

“That’s so good.” He sucks in a harsh breath. “Again.”

I try taking more of him this time and his loud groans fill the room.

A gold, foil square nudges my hand. “Put this on me. I want to see your tits bounce while you ride my cock. Now.”

I moan around him and keep teasing my tongue against the underside of his cock while I rip into the foil.

Once he’s sheathed, I wiggle out of my shorts but when I try to take my tank top off the rest of the way, he stops me.

“Leave it like that and come here.” He helps me straddle his body and pulls me flat against him. “That’s it. Kiss me for a minute.”

Our lips meet and tongues slide together. I don’t even care about morning breath or anything else. I’m focused on the humming sounds coming from his throat every time our tongues touch and the delicious friction from his cock grazing and sliding against me.

He reaches between us, holding himself steady. I have to sit up, find the right position. He pushes against me. I close my eyes and moan as he slowly fills me.

“Nice and slow,” he warns.

Feeling greedy, I ease the rest of the way down, sighing at the delicious stretching sensation.

“That’s so good,” I whisper.

“Show me how much you like my cock filling your pussy first thing in the morning.”

I wiggle my hips, lift my hips, then ease down again. “A lot. I like it a lot,” I whisper.

“Lean back,” he urges.

I arch and rest my hands on his thighs.

“Yeah,” he whispers and cups my breasts. “That’s what I wanted to see. God, you’re fucking beautiful.” He settles his hands at my waist. “Move your hips.”

“So bossy this morning.”

He chuckles, low and devious. “Only this morning?” His thumb presses against my clit, moving in slow circles.

“Ah.” My breath catches. “I like it. Your demanding side,” I whisper in between choppy breaths.

I roll my hips, seeking the deep throbbing sensation that will send me over the edge. I’m like an addict chasing a high. Except, every time with him seems better than the last. A revelation. Under his intense stare and full of his worshipful words, I feel so good. So right .

Sweat mists my skin by the time the familiar tingle rushes through me again. My eyes roll back, and he urges me to move faster. This orgasm builds quickly and hits hard.

“That’s my girl,” he encourages. “You’re squeezing my cock so fucking good. Come for me.” His hands cup my breasts, fingers teasing my nipples.

Breathless, I slow my movements.

And then my world flips. He pushes me to the mattress and sits back on his knees, hooking his arms under my thighs.

“Yes,” he growls. “You’re so fucking sexy.” He thrusts into me at a relentless pace. I squirm and try to adjust, the new angle feeling…interesting.

He lowers my legs and slows his movements. “Am I hurting you?”

“No.” My face pinches into a frown as I try to find the right word to describe it. “It’s intense. But good.”

“Intense. Hmmm.” He brings his thumb to my clit, slowly rubbing. “Good intense? Not great?”

“Yes,” I gasp. “That’s good. Right there.”

He lets out a feral grunt and maintains the exact rhythm and pace.

“Do you have any toys?” he asks, glancing at my dresser, his thumb still working circles around my clit.

“No, why?” I gasp.

He lifts his hips, hitting me at a different angle or deeper, dragging his cock over the spot that makes my legs tremble.

I let out a sharp scream and clamp my hand over my mouth.

His lips curve into a wicked smirk. “I’d like to hold a wand to you right here.” He applies more pressure to my clit and my eyes roll back from the sharp pleasure. “While I’m fucking you just like this.” He thrusts extra hard to paint me a vivid picture.

My soul’s ready to leave my body from the excruciating bliss and he wants to add more sensations?

“I don’t think. It’s necessary.” I squeeze my eyes shut. “Oh my God.”

“Not necessary. But fun.”

I dig my heels into the mattress, lifting my hips and using the leverage to grind myself against him.

“Yes,” he groans. “Fuck, I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.”

A raw, guttural groan tears from his chest. His hips change rhythm, snapping against me faster and faster as he chases his release.

Then I’m falling off a cliff with him.

Jigsaw

Heart beating at a rapid clip, I thrust one last time. White sears my vision and blood rushes through my ears, dulling every sound but our heavy breathing.

My legs are like jelly as I pull out and collapse over her body. I rest my head on her chest, her heart thudding beneath my ear. She runs her fingers through my hair. Why does every orgasm with this woman shatter my entire universe?

“Give me a sec,” I mumble.

“Take all the time you need.” She strokes her fingers over my back. “I couldn’t move if my life depended on it.” Her body shakes with laughter under me.

I kiss the side of her breast and shift my weight off her but keep my hand resting on her stomach.

“Let me clean up, and I’ll get started on the snow.”

“Mmm.” She stretches, eyes still closed. “I want to stay in bed with you all day.”

“Nothing I’d rather do more.” I press a kiss to her cheek, already regretting the need to move.

The low, incessant whine of a poorly maintained snowblower buzzes faintly from outside, drawing our attention to the window.

Margot props herself up on one elbow and cocks her head. “That must be Paul or my dad.”

I lean over and kiss her cheek again. “Let me go help them out. But first, can you check in with your dad about the plow? I’m going to call Remy and see if he can make it over here.”

“Why Remy?”

“He has a plow on his old Bronco. Or at least he used to. Hoping he still does.”