Jeannette pushed ineffectively at his chest. “You can’t leave everyone here by themselves. It’s your party.”
“Exactly. And I’ll do exactly as I please. Right now, it pleases me to get you into my bed where you belong.”
His words sent another little streak of electricity straight to her damp sex. This was all like some twisted, erotic dream. The one man she’d dreamt about as long as she’d known him. The one man who could break her heart without a second thought.
As if she weighed nothing, he hurried up the stairs and down the hall to the master bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him as they entered. Jeannette barely had a chance to register the deep forest green and burgundy dominant in the room before he tossed her on the bed and followed her down. He whipped off his shirt as he sank on to the bed, covering her body with his. Jeannette was a petite woman, but the nature of her job meant she was a take-charge kind of woman. Jacques was the only person she’d ever met who made her actually feel tiny. He was a good foot taller and had at least a hundred pounds—if not more—on her. Now, with him enclosing her body in those strong arms, she felt the difference in their sizes. It only served to fuel her lust even more.
Again, he kissed her, took her breath away with his possession. This was exactly how she’d imagined him taking her. Taking her. He wouldn’t leave room to protest. He’d swept her along in a sea of such passion and pleasure there was no way she could fight it, or him.
She raked her nails along that wonderfully muscular, broad back, needing to mark him as hers. He might well leave her after this was over, but she’d brand him as much as he branded her. Finding the waistband of his jeans, she dug one hand beneath them, beneath the waist of his underwear to find the firm flesh of his ass. God, she needed this! Needed this man.
Jacques pulled away from her to raise her sweater over her head. He didn’t wait to take off her bra, but groaned and found one nipple through the lace. “So beautiful,” he murmured. “So... mine .”
Jeannette couldn’t help the way her body reacted to those two little words. She wanted to be his but didn’t dare believe in it more than in that moment. After it was over, she’d go back to being Jeannette. His friend. His colleague. Not his lover.
Oh, hell no! Jeannette pushed with all her might and rolled, flipping them so she was on top of him. She rubbed her body over him like a cat before sitting up and unfastening her bra. His eyes were immediately glued to their toffee-colored fullness cupped so lovingly by her bra. They were small, but firm and full, rising almost perfectly from her chest without a hint of sag. She had never been more thankful in her life she’d kept herself in shape than she was in that moment when she saw the heat in those lovely green eyes.
He raised his hands to cup their weight almost reverently, brushing his thumbs over the dark nipples. She shuddered, the peaks tightening under his touch. His chest was dusted liberally with dark hair, muscles playing across it and down his abdomen. Suddenly, she couldn’t wait another second to see the rest of him.
She slid off the bed, unbuttoning her jeans as she went. When he followed her, she reached for the waist of his jeans, fumbling impatiently with the button and zipper. That deep, rumbling chuckle tickled her insides again.
“Impatient, cher ?”
“I’ve waited for this moment since the day I met you, Jacques,” she practically panted. Dammit, she had to have this night. There was magic at midnight on New Year’s Eve and she was willing to lose herself in it. “I’m not waiting a second longer.”
They must have broken every record for shedding clothing because before she knew it, she was back in his bed with Jacques kissing his way down her body. Her thighs trembled when he spread them and kissed her belly right above her pubic bone. She never been so glad in her
“Exactly. And I’ll do exactly as I please. Right now, it pleases me to get you into my bed where you belong.”
His words sent another little streak of electricity straight to her damp sex. This was all like some twisted, erotic dream. The one man she’d dreamt about as long as she’d known him. The one man who could break her heart without a second thought.
As if she weighed nothing, he hurried up the stairs and down the hall to the master bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him as they entered. Jeannette barely had a chance to register the deep forest green and burgundy dominant in the room before he tossed her on the bed and followed her down. He whipped off his shirt as he sank on to the bed, covering her body with his. Jeannette was a petite woman, but the nature of her job meant she was a take-charge kind of woman. Jacques was the only person she’d ever met who made her actually feel tiny. He was a good foot taller and had at least a hundred pounds—if not more—on her. Now, with him enclosing her body in those strong arms, she felt the difference in their sizes. It only served to fuel her lust even more.
Again, he kissed her, took her breath away with his possession. This was exactly how she’d imagined him taking her. Taking her. He wouldn’t leave room to protest. He’d swept her along in a sea of such passion and pleasure there was no way she could fight it, or him.
She raked her nails along that wonderfully muscular, broad back, needing to mark him as hers. He might well leave her after this was over, but she’d brand him as much as he branded her. Finding the waistband of his jeans, she dug one hand beneath them, beneath the waist of his underwear to find the firm flesh of his ass. God, she needed this! Needed this man.
Jacques pulled away from her to raise her sweater over her head. He didn’t wait to take off her bra, but groaned and found one nipple through the lace. “So beautiful,” he murmured. “So... mine .”
Jeannette couldn’t help the way her body reacted to those two little words. She wanted to be his but didn’t dare believe in it more than in that moment. After it was over, she’d go back to being Jeannette. His friend. His colleague. Not his lover.
Oh, hell no! Jeannette pushed with all her might and rolled, flipping them so she was on top of him. She rubbed her body over him like a cat before sitting up and unfastening her bra. His eyes were immediately glued to their toffee-colored fullness cupped so lovingly by her bra. They were small, but firm and full, rising almost perfectly from her chest without a hint of sag. She had never been more thankful in her life she’d kept herself in shape than she was in that moment when she saw the heat in those lovely green eyes.
He raised his hands to cup their weight almost reverently, brushing his thumbs over the dark nipples. She shuddered, the peaks tightening under his touch. His chest was dusted liberally with dark hair, muscles playing across it and down his abdomen. Suddenly, she couldn’t wait another second to see the rest of him.
She slid off the bed, unbuttoning her jeans as she went. When he followed her, she reached for the waist of his jeans, fumbling impatiently with the button and zipper. That deep, rumbling chuckle tickled her insides again.
“Impatient, cher ?”
“I’ve waited for this moment since the day I met you, Jacques,” she practically panted. Dammit, she had to have this night. There was magic at midnight on New Year’s Eve and she was willing to lose herself in it. “I’m not waiting a second longer.”
They must have broken every record for shedding clothing because before she knew it, she was back in his bed with Jacques kissing his way down her body. Her thighs trembled when he spread them and kissed her belly right above her pubic bone. She never been so glad in her
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