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Bound (Forbidden #1) Page 46
Author: Melody Anne

“More, please, more,” she begged, reaching out tugging on his hair, holding him tightly against her.

“Here?” he teased as he lifted his mouth, moved across her perfect mounds and flicked his tongue over her other nipple, wetting it with his hot mouth.

“Yes!” she cried out, grasping at him, clutching him, telling him with her movements that she wanted his skin against hers, his body sunk deep inside.

He wasn’t ready to do that yet. He’d go wild and wouldn’t be able to give her the pleasure she deserved, so he drew back from her grasp and trailed his mouth down the tight curve of her stomach. Urged on by her trembling, he skimmed his mouth across her heat.

At the first swipe of his tongue, her body jumped from the truck. Tucking his hands beneath her luscious backside, he held her in place as he spread her core and licked along her sweet walls.

Pressing his mouth against her pulsing core, he sucked the tender flesh of her engorged bud, and he gloried in the cries of release that engulfed him. He still couldn’t get enough of her.

“I need to take you, Jewell — now. I want to make you mine over and over again,” he said, though he didn’t think too deeply about those words. He drew her to him, catching her body in his arms as he lined them up together, his throbbing manhood begging for entrance.

Before thrusting inside her, he captured her bottom lip tenderly and sucked it into his mouth, absorbing the gasp she let out, all the while caressing her back with his hands. Now he pressed closer, and the head of his arousal slipped inside her swollen heat.

He found her pulse beating strongly in the scented skin of her neck, mint drifting all around them, suddenly becoming his favorite herb ever, and then he licked her flesh, knowing he would never get enough of her taste, enough of her body, enough of any of this.

She moved against him, her body twisting to get closer as the flames of desire quickly built back up within her. She wanted him to feel her, and he wasn’t going to deny her any longer.

His thick length rested intimately just inside her, but he pulled back to look into her eyes before he pushed forward in a slow, sure thrust that had him coming unglued.

When she sank her teeth into the side of his neck, he nearly spilled his seed right then. “Hold on,” he gasped, trying to regain control over his body. That seemed to encourage her to push him to his very limits.

Bringing her head upward, he closed his mouth over hers, his kiss hungry, desperate, full of want and need and emotion he couldn’t identify.

He didn’t try to hold back any longer, but plunged in and out of the safety of her body, propelling them both higher and higher, their groans filling the night skies, their passion seemingly infinite.

He fought for self-control, fought to slow down, but it was no use. Her legs circled his back, and he drove deeper, faster, harder, until he heard her cry out, felt her body tense around him and convulse in explosive ecstasy.

Pleasure then rushed through him, and he cried out too, his body pulsing within hers, his pleasure complete as he pumped deep inside her tight sheath. The shudders of both their bodies didn’t soon die down.

When their breathing finally approached normal, she lifted her head, showing him eyes bright and cheeks still rosy from her release. “I guess that was a nice ending to our week.” Her voice was slightly shy, though she was trying to say the words almost like a joke.

He wasn’t in the mood for laugher.

“I guess you’re right,” he said, and, withdrawing from her body, felt instantly empty.

He helped her from the truck and she stood there naked and trembling before him.

“What are you going to do now, Blake?”

“Since you refuse to tell me the truth, our time is over.”

He turned and picked up his pants, slipping them on before going to get the spare tire from the back of the truck. She dressed in silence and climbed inside the cab. He had no idea what she was feeling because she was quickly learning to make her face a mask.

What he didn’t understand was the tightening in his chest. As he got into the truck and made his way back to the city, he felt his pulse beating strongly. When they reached the back doors of Relinquish Control, he stepped from the truck, his face cold and unforgiving as he rang the buzzer.

McKenzie stepped out, her surprise obvious from her face. “Blake, you’re early,” she exclaimed. Then she immediately composed herself.

“Ms. Weston hasn’t worked out,” he said, no emotion coming through in his tone.

“What do you mean? Your time is up in the morning,” she told him.

“She didn’t follow the rules. I’m finished with her.”

McKenzie said nothing else as she held open the door for Jewell to step through, and when it clicked shut behind them, Blake found himself wanting to bust right through. But with iron control, he instead moved to his truck and stepped up into the driver’s seat.

And drove away…

Epilogue

When Max stepped inside Blake’s apartment Monday morning, he knew something had to be wrong with his boss. No one had heard from the man since Saturday, and that had never happened before. He was always available, if only by phone. The driver was almost afraid of what he was going to find.

When he made his way to the living room, he saw Blake sprawled out on the couch wearing only a pair of sweats and with at least two days’ growth of beard on his face. The smell of expensive Scotch hung heavy in the air.

Slowly approaching, he shook his boss’s shoulder lightly and was relieved to hear the man emit a groan. Max went off to the kitchen and made a fresh pot of coffee, then poured a cup and returned to the living room. He now shook Blake until he woke up.

“What are you doing?” Blake grumbled as he sat up with some effort and shot Max a vicious glare.

“I think the bigger question is, what are you doing?” his driver countered.

“It’s none of your damn business, Max. If I wanted company, I would have called,” Blake said. He grabbed the cup of coffee and downed half of it before wincing when he felt the hot liquid scorch his throat.

“Is this about Jewell?” Max asked boldly, and was rewarded with another glare.

“No woman has the power to affect me,” Blake snarled.

“I followed her on Saturday,” Max said, and the room went completely silent.

Max could see that Blake was wondering why he hadn’t thought sooner to ask his employee whether he’d done that. It could have saved him a lot of misery.

“And?” Blake obviously wasn’t in the mood for suspense.

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