A tender suction to my clit sends a jolt of pleasure to my core, reminding me why I woke up in the first place.
I look down at the white sheet and the outline of the strong man beneath, who is waking me with the seduction of oral sex in the morning.
I arch my back and let out a moan, letting him know he’s succeeded in waking me up.
Jesse swirls his tongue over and over, sending me into a reckless frenzy. I remove the sheet, so I can see his gorgeous face devouring me. He looks up, and the stare does dirty things to me. I want him in me more than I’m loving him on me. With a tug on his dirty-blond locks, I bring him up to me and lift my hips to meet his, forcing his very ready erection inside of me.
“Sweet mother of God. You feel so good,” he growls in my ear, pumping devilishly.
I’ve been living with this man for two years and have had sex with him more times than I can count. Each time, he acts like it’s the first time. I can’t argue. I’m still waiting for the moment I get sick of having this man inside of me. I don’t see it happening anytime soon. Especially when he swivels his hips the way he’s doing right now.
Jesse’s mouth lowers to my breast, and he bites on the nipple, making me call out his name.
He pumps his hips rhythmically as I lift mine, getting that perfect angle where he hits inside me just right. Jesse is a patient lover, and if he comes before me, he’s a courteous lover, never stopping until I’ve also had my fill.
I watch as his eyes close, and I know he’s close. With my hands on his chest, I push him up and flip over. Jesse loves to take me from behind, so I perch my ass in the air and let his slow grin do wild things to my insides. His hair is falling haphazardly over his forehead, making him look impossibly sexy.
He grabs my hips and eases into me.
“I love you so much,” he says. “How did I get so lucky?”
As he leans over me and grips my waist, pulling me into him so he can kiss my neck, I let the build inside me overcome me as I call out his name.
He rises up and takes me fiercely until he releases. I fall to the bed and wipe the sweat from my brow as Jesse lies on his side.
“Good morning.” He kisses me hard, and I’m too sated to fight with him over my teeth not being brushed. “Should we order room service?”
I nod in delight.
Jesse and I drove in from Maryland last night and checked into a hotel near my parents’ house. We’d stay with them, but our being here is a surprise, and we didn’t want to spoil it. Plus, hotel sex with room service is a bonus.
I rise from the bed, wrapped in the sheet, and walk into the bathroom while he calls in our breakfast order. As I run the water, I brush my teeth and put toothpaste on Jesse’s, knowing he’ll be in here as soon as he hangs up the phone.
After my father took a deal with the FBI, handing over information on money laundering, rigged contract bids, and extortion within the sanitation industry—not just in New York, but also the tristate area—he was sentenced to eighteen months in prison. Frank was absolved of any wrongdoing because my father made a deal.
Dad, Jesse, and I each testified in the trial of Carlo Lugazzi, who is in federal prison for life, while Jesse and I helped put Shane Salinger away for eighteen years.
Jesse asked to be reassigned within the bureau and was rewarded a supervisor position out of Washington, DC. We sold my apartment and his car, packed up mine, and started a new life for us.
Just us.
Together.
We have a one-bedroom apartment with his mother’s painting hanging over the sofa and a whole wall dedicated to photos of both our families. His sister has stayed with us several times and is considering moving to the DC area to be closer to Jesse.
His parents haven’t flown out, but we have been to Kentucky to see them three times with a plan for a fourth visit around Christmas.
Every morning, he leaves for work in the metro area while I have a job closer to home at an accounting firm. It’s a family-run business that handles personal accounts as opposed to corporate. It’s a nice place to work and perfect for me.
I climb in the shower and wash my hair, listening as Jesse comes in and brushes his teeth. When he’s done, he climbs into the shower with me as I’m rinsing the conditioner.
He starts washing me while I put shampoo in his hair. When it’s rinsed out, I lather him up, and then we kiss until our fingers are prunes.
This is what we do.
Sienna says we’re pathetic and too codependent. I have yet to argue with her. We were a couple brought together by the need to escape. We protected one another. He killed for me, and I took a bullet for him. If that doesn’t bond two people, then I don’t know what does.
While our cocoon in Maryland has been wonderful, I am happy to be back in New York to see my family.
Tonight, I’ll see my father outside of prison for the first time in eighteen months.
Jesse and I spend the day driving around. I have a few shops I want to go to and buy a new dress for tonight, and I really need to see my hairdresser for a fresh set of highlights. We shop for a few hours and have lunch at a restaurant on the water, and then he drops me off
