Below the Belt by Sarah Mayberry

clitoris. Her eyes shot open as he pressed it, circled it, flicked it. Desire instantly flared to life inside her again.
    Seeing the new awareness in her eyes, he grinned—a deeply satisfied, knowing grin.
    “Let’s see how you handle round two.”

     
    S HE WAS SO TIGHT and hot and wet, he couldn’t believe that he’d lasted as long as he had. At the same time, he wanted to extend the pleasure as far as it would go. She was incredible, utterly uninhibited, her body the sexiest damn thing he’d ever had his hands on.
    When she’d come, he’d almost lost it, he’d gotten off on her pleasure so much. The way she’d arched her back, the little hitch she’d gotten in her breathing, the way her fingers had curled into his butt and anchored him inside her as she shuddered around him…
    Staring into her flushed face, taking in the tight peaks of her breasts, still wet from where he’d kissed them, admiring the flat planes of her stomach, he felt himself start to lose control. He couldn’t last much longer, but he wanted to make sure she came with him. Shifting himself higher, he changed the angle of his strokes and slid his finger over and over her clit. She started to moan. She began to buck. He ground himself into her, reveling in her, giving himself up to the tension inside as he drove into her. So sweet, so tight, so wet, so open and willing…His whole body tensed as he climaxed, and beneath him Jamie tensed as she came a second time.
    His body slick with sweat, he collapsed on top of her, aware of the pounding of her heart beneath him and the rapid rise and fall of both their chests. After a few minutes, he rolled to one side. He’d noticed a closed door when he came after her earlier. He stood and went in search of the bathroom. After taking care of business, he returned to the bedroom to find Jamie lying exactly as he’d left her, her eyelids at half-mast, her hair dark and tousled on the sheets.
    He wasn’t quite sure what to say. He’d expected sex with her to be good, especially considering the days and days of build-up to this moment. He hadn’t expected it to be so intense and gripping and overwhelming.
    She was a very attractive woman, in more ways than the physical. Watching her try to hold back her emotions when she’d been talking about her father and her grandfather…She’d hated crying in front of him, a true warrior to the end. Seeing her emotions leak out around her self-control had been painful to watch. He’d wanted to pull her into his arms and let her know it was all going to be all right.
    Not an urge that had ever gripped him with any of the women he’d slept with previously. Not something he could guarantee for her, either.
    The sheets rustled as she lifted herself up onto her elbows.
    “My grandfather’s going to be home soon,” she said.
    He blinked. She wanted him to go.
    “Sure,” he said, frowning.
    He’d shucked his jeans and boxers in one move, and he pulled his underwear free and tugged it on, quickly following with his jeans. She passed him his shirt when he started buckling his belt. He shrugged into it and did up the minimum of buttons before sliding his feet into his shoes.
    “Before you go—you’re still going to be my trainer, right?” Jamie asked.
    He stared at her. So beautiful, so determined, so goddamned focused on redeeming herself and her family name. Was he the only one who had felt anything apart from a bunch of great sensory shit when they’d been together just now?
    Feeling angry with her all of a sudden, he headed for the door.
    “Is that a no?” she asked.
    He paused in the doorway. “We need to sort some things out,” he said.
    A slow smile spread across her face.
    “But you’re still my trainer.”
    He stared at her for a long beat. “I’ll see you tomorrow at the gym.”

6
    T HE NEXT MORNING Cooper was doing paperwork in his office at the gym when Ray stuck his head in.
    “Hey. Just wanted to see how it went with Jimmy.”
    Cooper