and suckled each nipple until they stood erect under his attention.
“We still have an issue here.”
“Issue?” He molded her breasts to his palms, flicking the tips with his thumbs.
“I’m naked and you’re not.” Undoing his belt and unzipping his fly, she unwrapped the package from his boxers. She admired the length of him as his cock stood straight up toward the ceiling. He was larger than she remembered. Her muscles pulsated. The saying was true. Seeing a nice cock always made a woman quiver for satisfaction.
Lust enveloped them in its veil. Lifting her hips, she steadied him at her wet lips and guided him inside, slowly drawing her hips downward, until he filled her. She dropped her head back onto one shoulder and absorbed the feeling of being connected with total masculinity.
“Fuck, this is good.” Driving deeper, in and out, he clutched her hips in his hands. “So tight. So wet.” He breathed against her neck as he slid his tongue along the contour of her skin to her collarbone.
Adapting to his size, she trembled and moaned. She swirled her hips around his base, feeling his head rub against the deepest part of her and sending pulses of sex current through her. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, holding on, as she plunged further. He suckled her nipples as he flicked her clit, pushing the need deeper to her center. Her muscles became tight, as she felt the sweet grip of ecstasy take hold.
His breathing grew harder, and he moaned against her breasts. Together they ascended the invisible mountain and found a plateau of complete release.
Jasmine fell against him, satiated and smiling. Sweat soaked his shirt. His scent filled her nostrils. She could get used to this.
Chapter 9
Shawn lifted his head up from staring at his paperwork and did a double take. He saw a woman in the distance. Not just any woman. Jasmine walked toward him in a tight blue tee and a pair of nice fitting jeans that showed off her sexy curves. His heart slammed against his chest. His mind flitted back to two days ago, when they’d made love. He’d gotten up, dressed, and took his leave after some excuse of needing to work. Really, he’d had to get the hell away. He’d felt a sliver of guilt for running and not speaking with her since. Not calling or eating dinner with her was a dog-ass thing to do, but he felt more shameful talking to her. He was lying to her. Even the best intentions couldn’t weaken the fact that he’d lied to her.
That made him a dog.
He swiped his palm across his hair. Jasmine was a woman a man didn’t fuck with. She was the real deal. Too bad he wasn’t. And now tangled in his own web, he didn’t know how to clear things up.
Still, he couldn’t help but admire her as she closed the distance. From her long hair to her breasts, full and round, it made him weak. And her legs? Endless wonders leading to the sweetest treasure a man could ask for.
“Hi, Shane,” she said with a wide smile as she pulled off her large sunglasses.
Catching his breath and clearing his head, he asked, “What are you doing here?”
“Thanks for the welcome. Holbert told me you were flying your new jet today.”
Shawn glanced into the hangar where Holbert had amazingly disappeared at that moment. The man was dead meat. “But that doesn’t require an audience.”
Her smile began to fade. “He said it’s a big deal. It’s tradition for a pilot to have someone cheer him on as he flies a new machine.”
Oh, definitely, Holbert was dead. The man needed to keep his matchmaking skills to himself. Not wanting to hurt her feelings, Shawn nodded. “Sure, that’s the tradition. I’m glad you could make it, but you didn’t have to.”
The smile eased back on her pretty pink mouth. Somehow it made him happy that she was there. He couldn’t argue with that emotion.
“I’m not bothering you, am I?” Her glance dropped to the documents he still held in his tight grip. He’d forgotten them, and the
“We still have an issue here.”
“Issue?” He molded her breasts to his palms, flicking the tips with his thumbs.
“I’m naked and you’re not.” Undoing his belt and unzipping his fly, she unwrapped the package from his boxers. She admired the length of him as his cock stood straight up toward the ceiling. He was larger than she remembered. Her muscles pulsated. The saying was true. Seeing a nice cock always made a woman quiver for satisfaction.
Lust enveloped them in its veil. Lifting her hips, she steadied him at her wet lips and guided him inside, slowly drawing her hips downward, until he filled her. She dropped her head back onto one shoulder and absorbed the feeling of being connected with total masculinity.
“Fuck, this is good.” Driving deeper, in and out, he clutched her hips in his hands. “So tight. So wet.” He breathed against her neck as he slid his tongue along the contour of her skin to her collarbone.
Adapting to his size, she trembled and moaned. She swirled her hips around his base, feeling his head rub against the deepest part of her and sending pulses of sex current through her. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, holding on, as she plunged further. He suckled her nipples as he flicked her clit, pushing the need deeper to her center. Her muscles became tight, as she felt the sweet grip of ecstasy take hold.
His breathing grew harder, and he moaned against her breasts. Together they ascended the invisible mountain and found a plateau of complete release.
Jasmine fell against him, satiated and smiling. Sweat soaked his shirt. His scent filled her nostrils. She could get used to this.
Chapter 9
Shawn lifted his head up from staring at his paperwork and did a double take. He saw a woman in the distance. Not just any woman. Jasmine walked toward him in a tight blue tee and a pair of nice fitting jeans that showed off her sexy curves. His heart slammed against his chest. His mind flitted back to two days ago, when they’d made love. He’d gotten up, dressed, and took his leave after some excuse of needing to work. Really, he’d had to get the hell away. He’d felt a sliver of guilt for running and not speaking with her since. Not calling or eating dinner with her was a dog-ass thing to do, but he felt more shameful talking to her. He was lying to her. Even the best intentions couldn’t weaken the fact that he’d lied to her.
That made him a dog.
He swiped his palm across his hair. Jasmine was a woman a man didn’t fuck with. She was the real deal. Too bad he wasn’t. And now tangled in his own web, he didn’t know how to clear things up.
Still, he couldn’t help but admire her as she closed the distance. From her long hair to her breasts, full and round, it made him weak. And her legs? Endless wonders leading to the sweetest treasure a man could ask for.
“Hi, Shane,” she said with a wide smile as she pulled off her large sunglasses.
Catching his breath and clearing his head, he asked, “What are you doing here?”
“Thanks for the welcome. Holbert told me you were flying your new jet today.”
Shawn glanced into the hangar where Holbert had amazingly disappeared at that moment. The man was dead meat. “But that doesn’t require an audience.”
Her smile began to fade. “He said it’s a big deal. It’s tradition for a pilot to have someone cheer him on as he flies a new machine.”
Oh, definitely, Holbert was dead. The man needed to keep his matchmaking skills to himself. Not wanting to hurt her feelings, Shawn nodded. “Sure, that’s the tradition. I’m glad you could make it, but you didn’t have to.”
The smile eased back on her pretty pink mouth. Somehow it made him happy that she was there. He couldn’t argue with that emotion.
“I’m not bothering you, am I?” Her glance dropped to the documents he still held in his tight grip. He’d forgotten them, and the
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