Her tongue came out and swiped across the head of his cock, sending heat flashing through his body. He watched as she sucked him between her lips lightly. It was a teasing caress. She settled back on her knees and drew him in again. His dick disappeared behind her lips, sinking into the silken heat of her mouth. She found a rhythm that threatened to send him over the edge. She pulled at him, giving him the barest scrape of her teeth. The tiny pain lit him up and he fisted her hair, gently guiding her on and off his cock.
He let her continue until the heat got to be far too much, until he could feel his balls draw up and prepare to shoot off. He wasn’t doing that in her mouth. He wanted the hot clasp of her pussy.
He tugged on her hair and stepped back, grabbing the condoms he’d put in his bag in a burst of optimism. With shaking hands, he rolled one over his cock and then moved back to her, offering to help her up. The minute she was on her feet, he pulled her into his arms and set his lips on hers. He didn’t play around. He immediately coaxed her mouth open and let his tongue surge in as he turned and moved her toward the bed.
They crashed down, their bodies molding together like they’d been made for each other. He felt the soft mattress as he settled against it.
He kissed her again and then let his head fall back. “I told you what I want. Don’t make me spank you again.”
Like that would happen. He wouldn’t have the patience to start over, but he didn’t want to stop the play.
She smiled like she knew what had just gone through his head. She kissed his jaw and then straightened up, straddling his hips. He could feel the heat of her pussy right where he needed it. “I believe you told me to ride you until you couldn’t fuck me a second longer.”
She rolled her hips and he hissed as pleasure swamped his every sense. She moved over him, rubbing against him and making him groan in a mix of frustration and bliss.
“Stop teasing me,” he managed to growl. Maybe he could spank her. And then fuck her senseless.
She shifted and he was right where he wanted to be. She lowered herself onto his cock, inch by glorious inch.
He let his hands find her hips, helping to guide her up and down. He slammed up, thrusting deep inside her and watching her as she moved over him with sensual grace. She was the single sexiest woman he’d ever seen, and it was about so much more than her gorgeous face and body. There was a glow about her that drew him in again and again.
She shuddered above him and let out the sweetest moan.
It was his turn. He flipped her onto her back and took complete control. She wrapped those long legs around his waist as he slammed into her. It wasn’t more than a few hard thrusts before he was careening over the edge, his whole body alive with pleasure.
He dropped down, letting her have his full weight. She merely wound her arms around him and held him tight.
They lay that way for the longest time, unwilling to break the connection.
Chapter Ten
The buzz of her mobile brought her out of sleep long before she would have wanted. She was warm, her body sated and replete with the pleasure JT had lavished on her. After the first time, he’d slowed things down, but he hadn’t let her sleep until she’d come four more times. There was a delicious ache in her backside that reminded her of how good that man was at giving a spanking.
She glanced at the clock. Almost two in the morning.
She wanted to stay in bed with him, their bodies wrapped around each other like they fit together even though she was terrified they didn’t. In the dark she could pretend she never had to make a decision at all.
But the buzzing of that mobile reminded her she had a job to do. After all, only a few people had that number and not one of them would call at this hour if it wasn’t important. She eased out of bed, the mobile in her hand, and made her way to the luxurious bathroom in an attempt to not wake her sleeping billionaire.
Would things be different if he was a normal guy? If he was normal, he might be willing to move to be closer to her rather than being forced to insist on the opposite.
She closed the door between them and looked down at the screen.
Multiple suspects on the move. Sandra and the kid are tailing the boys, but the assistant is walking around the grounds acting sketchy as hell. I’m not sure if she’s high or drunk or making her play. Should I leave my monitor and follow her?
She quickly dialed his number. “Don’t move. I need you to keep eyes on everyone. Have you seen the spy?”
“I haven’t, but I suspect the drop is going to be somewhere I don’t have cameras,” Hutch explained. “I’m betting on the beach, since it would be easy to meet in the middle and they wouldn’t need a car.”
“Where is Deanna?” If Sandra and Drake were following the men, she could certainly take on JT’s assistant.
“She’s been pacing by the pool. She was on her phone for a while. When Jordy walked by, she hid.”
So she didn’t want anyone to see her. “Are Jordy and Patrick together?”
“They’re both in the bar, but they’re at different tables. Patrick is talking to another one of the guests, but he’s been off and on his phone. Jordy’s alone and he keeps
