he moaned, “Em, oh, Em, please.”
She began to ride. Her hands planted on the wall behind the toilet, she pressed forward and rode up and down and up and down, her body shaking with pure lust.
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How had she lived a week without this? Vaguely, she heard some voices in the bedroom outside, but she simply didn"t care. This was too wonderful.
Both of them were shaking and panting—neither could last long. She planted her lips beside his ear and whispered every obscenely loving thing she could think of while he gasped and moaned. Harder and harder she rode, pushing her clit against his pubic bone until she was light-headed, her body like liquid fire. And then the fire exploded. “Jake, oh God!” Her body bucked and bucked on top of this dearest of men as she came—as hard as she could ever remember.
He moaned, his eyes flashing open but still sightless, and he came, trembling, pushing his cock as far into her as her body would allow. The heat filling her clearly announced what she hadn"t considered. Her vagina was now awash with his sperm.
Jake—unprotected. A moment"s chill was overcome by pure ecstasy. Oh yes, she was full, full of Jake.
Still panting a little, she looked down into that boyish face. He didn"t just look boyish, he was scarcely more than a boy. So young, so inappropriate—why couldn"t she walk away from him like she should?
But it wasn"t love or bliss shining from those pure, blue eyes. It was confusion.
Hurt. Shit ! She watched him shake his head and wipe a hand over his face.
“So, did you get what you wanted?”
Her heart contracted. “What do you mean?”
“Sex. Seems like I was right about you never getting enough.”
The little shit! She pulled herself off his softening cock and backed away from the viper. “Dammit, Jake, I didn"t come to this fucking party looking for you . I didn"t accost you in the hall.”
“No, you came here looking for him, Mr. History Department. Maybe he should be in this bathroom with you instead of me.”
The bastard! She grabbed a handful of toilet paper, wiped the semen running down her thighs, and threw the paper in his face. His eyes widened in shock. Good.
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She grabbed her panties, opened the door, and rushed out of the bathroom. In the quiet bedroom, she stopped, panting. She could have run straight into Kovak. She shivered at the thought. Oh God, she so wished she didn"t give a damn.
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Chapter Fourteen
Curled in a little ball, she lay on her bed with early morning light seeping around her window shades. It had been a long night, starting at that fucking party.
Kovak hadn"t been outside the door when she"d run out, but he had been downstairs. She walked back into the party trying to smile and look like she hadn"t been fucked over by her best friend—literally. Kovak gave her a snarky smile, but Isaac rescued her and took her aside.
“Are you all right? I was just about to come looking for you.”
“No problems. Just a few other people found the VIP bathroom, so I had to wait.”
“Yes, I thought it might be something like that.” He"d given her a little smile that made her wonder if maybe he had come looking for her. But Isaac was so the least of her worries. She couldn"t escape fast enough. After a “thank you” to Howard and a promise to Isaac to join him for coffee sometime soon, she"d practically run out of the townhouse and walked home, freezing by the time she got there.
Now she was alone with her misery, and misery it was. She had tried to sleep, but every cell was full of Jake. Could she live without him? Damn, now she sounded like Jake. But, oh God, she wasn"t sure if she could. Yeah, the bathroom scene had been steamy and maybe even sordid, but they still had that connection. They mated as if a single being, a single soul.
This thing was way beyond sex. But could she give up everything she"d worked for and built her life around to have him? And Roan, of course—they
She began to ride. Her hands planted on the wall behind the toilet, she pressed forward and rode up and down and up and down, her body shaking with pure lust.
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Tara Lain
How had she lived a week without this? Vaguely, she heard some voices in the bedroom outside, but she simply didn"t care. This was too wonderful.
Both of them were shaking and panting—neither could last long. She planted her lips beside his ear and whispered every obscenely loving thing she could think of while he gasped and moaned. Harder and harder she rode, pushing her clit against his pubic bone until she was light-headed, her body like liquid fire. And then the fire exploded. “Jake, oh God!” Her body bucked and bucked on top of this dearest of men as she came—as hard as she could ever remember.
He moaned, his eyes flashing open but still sightless, and he came, trembling, pushing his cock as far into her as her body would allow. The heat filling her clearly announced what she hadn"t considered. Her vagina was now awash with his sperm.
Jake—unprotected. A moment"s chill was overcome by pure ecstasy. Oh yes, she was full, full of Jake.
Still panting a little, she looked down into that boyish face. He didn"t just look boyish, he was scarcely more than a boy. So young, so inappropriate—why couldn"t she walk away from him like she should?
But it wasn"t love or bliss shining from those pure, blue eyes. It was confusion.
Hurt. Shit ! She watched him shake his head and wipe a hand over his face.
“So, did you get what you wanted?”
Her heart contracted. “What do you mean?”
“Sex. Seems like I was right about you never getting enough.”
The little shit! She pulled herself off his softening cock and backed away from the viper. “Dammit, Jake, I didn"t come to this fucking party looking for you . I didn"t accost you in the hall.”
“No, you came here looking for him, Mr. History Department. Maybe he should be in this bathroom with you instead of me.”
The bastard! She grabbed a handful of toilet paper, wiped the semen running down her thighs, and threw the paper in his face. His eyes widened in shock. Good.
Genetic Attraction
85
She grabbed her panties, opened the door, and rushed out of the bathroom. In the quiet bedroom, she stopped, panting. She could have run straight into Kovak. She shivered at the thought. Oh God, she so wished she didn"t give a damn.
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Chapter Fourteen
Curled in a little ball, she lay on her bed with early morning light seeping around her window shades. It had been a long night, starting at that fucking party.
Kovak hadn"t been outside the door when she"d run out, but he had been downstairs. She walked back into the party trying to smile and look like she hadn"t been fucked over by her best friend—literally. Kovak gave her a snarky smile, but Isaac rescued her and took her aside.
“Are you all right? I was just about to come looking for you.”
“No problems. Just a few other people found the VIP bathroom, so I had to wait.”
“Yes, I thought it might be something like that.” He"d given her a little smile that made her wonder if maybe he had come looking for her. But Isaac was so the least of her worries. She couldn"t escape fast enough. After a “thank you” to Howard and a promise to Isaac to join him for coffee sometime soon, she"d practically run out of the townhouse and walked home, freezing by the time she got there.
Now she was alone with her misery, and misery it was. She had tried to sleep, but every cell was full of Jake. Could she live without him? Damn, now she sounded like Jake. But, oh God, she wasn"t sure if she could. Yeah, the bathroom scene had been steamy and maybe even sordid, but they still had that connection. They mated as if a single being, a single soul.
This thing was way beyond sex. But could she give up everything she"d worked for and built her life around to have him? And Roan, of course—they
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