stopping at his nipple. Lightly, her teeth grazed the tip, making him curl his fingers into fists to keep from grabbing her. Full lips moved across his stomach, making it flutter uncontrollably. When she reached his penis, he thought he might explode with need. His cock hardened at the feel of her breath wafting over it. Her tongue snaked out to tease the head, making him squeeze his eyes shut. As her lips closed around his shaft, he fought the need to come. Watching her head bob up and down brought him closer and closer to a conclusion he wasn't ready for.
“Mara...” he muttered.
She raised her head and stared at him, her eyes glittering with lust.
Reaching over, she grabbed a condom from the nightstand. He heard the packet rip open seconds before he felt her slide it over his length. Straddling him, she hovered, her hands on his chest. She rubbed her pussy against his cock, which jerked in approval. He gripped the headboard as he felt how wet she was.
“Mara...”
Slowly, she slid onto him, taking him fully. Rising over him, she rotated her hips in a circle before sliding down. When she did it again, his cock barely parting her folds, he wasn't sure he could take much more.
“Mara, stop teasing me,” he warned.
She tilted her head to the side. “Too much?”
Her cocky expression shredded the last bit of his control. In one swift move, he flipped her onto her back, driving into her with a force that left them both breathless.
* * * *
Mara stared up at him, his broad shoulders outlined in the moonlight.
“You like to play games?” he challenged.
“I...”
Before she could finish, his hand slid between them to find her clit. His thumb rotated over it in slow, maddening circles. All thought vanished as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. She arched her hips to entice him, but he didn't move, buried inside her to the hilt. Her body ached for him to move, to give her what she needed. But he remained still, except for the movement of his thumb. Each time he brought her to the brink, only to stop before she could climax. A sweat broke out on her forehead as her body strived for a release he would not allow.
She knew what he was doing. He was proving to her that he was in control. He always had been. No matter what games she wanted to play, he had the power to give her what she wanted or deny her.
“Joe...”
He turned to kiss the side of her cheek, his eyes lit with devilish amusement. “What do you need?” he asked.
She let out a huff of aggravation that made him smile.
“You know what I need,” she replied, her frustration evident.
“Say it,” he instructed.
“I need to come,” she admitted.
He rose up over her. “Okay, baby. No more games.”
With that, he gripped her hips, pulling her up to meet his thrusts. She closed her eyes at the exquisite sensations that were spreading through her body. Looking down, she watched him moving inside of her. Her gaze drifted over his naked chest, which glistened in the dim light. When her eyes met his, her climax washed over her, making her cry out. In seconds, he followed her, his head falling forward as he let out a hoarse groan.
In that instant, she realized that all of her careful planning to avoid falling in love with this man had been in vain. She was already there, and no amount of lying to herself was going to change that.
She was in love with Joe Gates.
She could only hope that it didn't destroy her.
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Chapter 17
Joe stared at the manila envelope sitting on his desk. It had been two days since Mara showed him the photos. Two days of her living in his house, sharing his bed. The thing that worried him the most about their current living situation was that it felt ... comfortable.
Nice, even.
All these years he had done everything he could to avoid this exact situation, and now that he was here, he wasn't sure he wanted it to end. Sleeping next to her, showering with her, talking to her over
“Mara...” he muttered.
She raised her head and stared at him, her eyes glittering with lust.
Reaching over, she grabbed a condom from the nightstand. He heard the packet rip open seconds before he felt her slide it over his length. Straddling him, she hovered, her hands on his chest. She rubbed her pussy against his cock, which jerked in approval. He gripped the headboard as he felt how wet she was.
“Mara...”
Slowly, she slid onto him, taking him fully. Rising over him, she rotated her hips in a circle before sliding down. When she did it again, his cock barely parting her folds, he wasn't sure he could take much more.
“Mara, stop teasing me,” he warned.
She tilted her head to the side. “Too much?”
Her cocky expression shredded the last bit of his control. In one swift move, he flipped her onto her back, driving into her with a force that left them both breathless.
* * * *
Mara stared up at him, his broad shoulders outlined in the moonlight.
“You like to play games?” he challenged.
“I...”
Before she could finish, his hand slid between them to find her clit. His thumb rotated over it in slow, maddening circles. All thought vanished as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. She arched her hips to entice him, but he didn't move, buried inside her to the hilt. Her body ached for him to move, to give her what she needed. But he remained still, except for the movement of his thumb. Each time he brought her to the brink, only to stop before she could climax. A sweat broke out on her forehead as her body strived for a release he would not allow.
She knew what he was doing. He was proving to her that he was in control. He always had been. No matter what games she wanted to play, he had the power to give her what she wanted or deny her.
“Joe...”
He turned to kiss the side of her cheek, his eyes lit with devilish amusement. “What do you need?” he asked.
She let out a huff of aggravation that made him smile.
“You know what I need,” she replied, her frustration evident.
“Say it,” he instructed.
“I need to come,” she admitted.
He rose up over her. “Okay, baby. No more games.”
With that, he gripped her hips, pulling her up to meet his thrusts. She closed her eyes at the exquisite sensations that were spreading through her body. Looking down, she watched him moving inside of her. Her gaze drifted over his naked chest, which glistened in the dim light. When her eyes met his, her climax washed over her, making her cry out. In seconds, he followed her, his head falling forward as he let out a hoarse groan.
In that instant, she realized that all of her careful planning to avoid falling in love with this man had been in vain. She was already there, and no amount of lying to herself was going to change that.
She was in love with Joe Gates.
She could only hope that it didn't destroy her.
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Chapter 17
Joe stared at the manila envelope sitting on his desk. It had been two days since Mara showed him the photos. Two days of her living in his house, sharing his bed. The thing that worried him the most about their current living situation was that it felt ... comfortable.
Nice, even.
All these years he had done everything he could to avoid this exact situation, and now that he was here, he wasn't sure he wanted it to end. Sleeping next to her, showering with her, talking to her over
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