His cock jerked, a drop of moisture already beading the tip of the broad head. Tugging, twisting, tormenting the hard tips, I opened my senses to self-pleasure, intensified by the rapt look on his face as I arched my back.
My pussy throbbed and clenched around the promise of his cock. When I moaned, his lips parted on a harsh pant.
Abandoning one tight peak, I trailed my hand down my midriff, my fingernails drawing shivers over my skin and trailing goosebumps down my navel to my hairless mound. There I rested for a moment, revelling in the agitated rise and fall of his chest and my own dark pleasure.
Slowly, I parted my thighs. His gaze zeroed in on my wetness, and I spread my legs wider. He groaned and licked his lower lip.
Stark, anguished need intensified on his face and his thighs shook beneath the force of his desire.
I slid two fingers on either side of my wetness, pinching my labia tight. The zap of lust was nearly my undoing. Jensen growled beneath his breath, and I knew he was on the verge of begging.
Except he wouldn’t. He had his instructions, and, sublime sub that he was, he would obey to his dying breath.
Enjoy this while you can.
I refocused on him. His gaze was still riveted to the fingers gliding up and down my folds. ‘Do you want to taste me, Jensen?’
He groaned. ‘Yes, min elskerinde.’
I slid one finger inside. Then two. Deep. Deeper to my second knuckle. Rolled my hips to get them deeper, then drew them out. Held them up in front of his face.
He inhaled long and deep, licked his lips again. But he didn’t move. Didn’t even beseech me with his eyes. He simply...waited.
Flooring me with his control. Making me want to reward him. ‘Taste.’
The words were barely out of my mouth before he grasped my wrist, wrapped his mouth around my fingers, drawing deep. The strength of his suction made me flinch. He felt it and immediately eased, his eyes flashing an apology as he glided his tongue over my digits, eagerly lapping up my essence. His deep grunt of satisfaction trebled my need. Hunger flaring wider, I dropped my other hand between my legs and slowly fucked myself.
He followed every movement, cock bobbing up and down. A thicker bead welled, then trailed down the underside of his cock. Veins stood out in hungry relief. I knew he was suffering.
‘Would you like to come with me, Jensen?’
Again, he hesitated a fraction. ‘I would like to fuck you, min elskerinde. It would be a privilege to come inside you. But...’
‘But what?’
Pure torment darkened his eyes. ‘I don’t have a condom.’
‘I feel like we’ve been here before.’
He jerked out a nod.
‘Has anything changed since then?’
His eyes narrowed, a gleam I couldn’t decode lighting the depths. ‘Not sexually for me, no.’
‘Nothing has changed for me, either.’
His gaze swept down, and I got the feeling my answer had pleased him. More than anything I wanted to know what he was thinking...feeling.
I didn’t ask. I didn’t have the right. Never would.
Best keep this to just sex. Pure, unadulterated sex.
‘If we’re agreed, then what are you waiting for?’
He insisted on taking me home afterwards, dismissing my driver with a few words when we exited the building. Words that seemed to be the last he was going to utter as we rode through London in charged silence. Maybe it was the after-sex endorphins zipping through my blood I didn’t want to deplete by acknowledging the dark, bleak finality racing towards us. Or worse, that Jensen had finally accepted it too.
At my door, he stared down at me for tense seconds, his eyes inscrutable.
I opened my mouth, but words refused to form, thoughts fraying to nothing because there was nothing to reach for. Hell, even uttering goodbye felt insurmountable.
‘Goodbye, Graciela,’ Jensen murmured heavily, apparently having no trouble with the word.
I didn’t respond. Couldn’t.
Could only watch as he sauntered back to his car.
I thought I knew what pain was.
The days that followed Jensen’s departure introduced me to a whole new level of desolation.
So when Elsa slid the envelope addressed to me on my desk, I barely glanced at it. Barely had the strength to lift it.
When I summoned the energy to open it, the power of my need floored me.
Hands shaking, I read and re-read the words.
Don’t fire her, but Elsa tells me you have no firm plans for Christmas.
Join me for a private event in Copenhagen next week.
I guarantee a misery-free and unforgettable adventure.
Spend a day or a week. Your choice.
Come and I’ll tell you about the whales.
Jensen
CHAPTER TEN
I SHIFTED AGAINST the soft leather of the town car, my booted foot bouncing on the foot well carpet.
Nerves threatened to turn me inside out. But my gaze remained fixed on the entrance to the airport’s arrival hall. Jaw clenched, I tried to regulate my breathing.
Adrenaline was good in any situation. It kept you sharp, focused. Nerves, on the other hand, were...bad. And since I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this nervous, I was lost as to how to deal with it.
I laughed under my breath. That seemed to be the recurring theme when it came to dealing with Graciela.
She’d kept me in suspense for six long days, refused to give me an answer to my invitation, drawing out my nerves until I’d thought I would snap. When she’d eventually answered, she’d done so through Elsa, giving just a date and time of her flight and nothing more.
I’d wanted to meet her inside the airport but decided against it.
The last thing I wanted was to set the tabloid press after her. And while I could fly under the radar in most countries, I was as recognisable here in Denmark as the Mortimers were around the globe.
I’d fucked things up, not once, but twice with my righteous
