He nipped at her earlobe, and then soothed it with his tongue. “What do you want? Do you want to feel my cock inside you? Do you want me as much as I want to be buried as deep as fucking possible inside you?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, tightened her legs around him so she could feel his length. “Please.”
“Jesus, I love to hear you beg. Do you know what it does to me when you respond to me like this, to know that you want me as much as I want you?” His hands squeezed the cheeks of her ass tightly, possessively. “All I want right now is to lay you down in the bed of this truck, strip off those shorts, and bury my face between your legs, Mara. I need to taste you. All of you. Your taste would be so addictive that I’d keep licking that sweet pussy long after you’d already come screaming my name more than once.”
Mara’s already-pebbled nipples grew impossibly harder as they abraded against his chest. Sweet baby Jesus, she was ready to come just from listening to him talk, feeling his body and mouth taking control of her. “Jared,” she whimpered, her entire body hot, tight, and needy. She let go of her death grip on his hair and let her hands explore his body. Cursing the material of his soft shirt, she molded her hands over his muscular back and strong biceps, squirming against him as she encountered a body that was completely ripped. “I want to feel your skin,” she breathed softly, her voice vibrating with raw passion.
“Sweetheart, you’re going to feel all of me if you don’t stop rubbing that hot pussy against my cock,” he warned ominously, finally ceasing his exploration of her skin to lean his forehead against her shoulder. “Fuck. The market must have opened.” His chest was heaving, but he moved his hands from her ass to her hips.
Panting, Mara slowly came to her senses as she heard the volume of voices in the field increasing steadily, many headed directly toward them. “It’s open.” She dropped her legs from around his waist.
Mara caught a glimpse of Jared’s face as he straightened reluctantly. He looked as ravaged and tense as she felt. She could sense the effort it was taking for him to back off, his whole body tight under her fingers as he backed away. He took a deep breath, and then released it, one of the muscles in his jaw pulsating as he looked at her darkly. “It’s closed now for you. I’m buying out your stock, and you’re spending the day with me.”
She knew she should argue, but it would be pointless for her to do that. “I can’t keep you from buying everything,” she told him with more calm than she was feeling at the moment. Placing her trembling hands on her thighs, she met his flaming gaze with one of her own. “And I’ll only spend the day with you if you actually ask me.” His dominant personality might heat her blood, but she wasn’t letting him get away with bossing her around. Telling her how she was going to spend her day was way too high-handed.
“I did ask you,” he argued in a husky voice.
Mara shook her head. He was a billionaire, and she was pretty certain that people jumped when he told them what to do. But that wasn’t asking. And she wasn’t jumping. Folding her arms in front of her stubbornly, she informed him, “You told me. Can’t you just ask?”
“Well, will you?” he grumbled hesitantly, like he was afraid she might say no.
She shot him a sunny smile. It wasn’t exactly a polite invitation by conventional standards, but for him, it probably was. “I’d love to, Jared. Thank you.” Like there was ever any question? It wasn’t often that she had a morning off, and she’d like to spend it with him. Actually liking Jared Sinclair was dangerous, and desiring him was even more so. But she wanted to examine the possibilities of a new business.
And I want to explore Jared Sinclair . . . in every way possible.
Mara’s breath caught in her lungs as Jared shot her a genuine grin at her acceptance of his offer. He was handsome under normal circumstances, but when he smiled at her like that, his curved lips and that happy expression making it all the way to his gorgeous eyes, she was toast.
She exhaled shakily as he looked away and started eagerly packing jars back into boxes and loading them into the bed of her truck.
“I can pack the stuff up and drop it at my place,” Jared drawled as he hefted several boxes easily into the back of her truck as she moved aside.
“You mean you’ll actually be seen riding in my poor old vehicle?” Her truck was beyond old, and should have gone to the truck graveyard a few years ago. But it did run, and it got her where she wanted to go. However, she couldn’t really see Jared Sinclair, billionaire extraordinaire from the elite Boston Sinclairs, riding in her beat-up pickup.
“I’ll even drive,” he agreed readily. “Are you trying to say I’m a snob? Believe it or not, when I was right out of college, I actually used to have a construction work truck similar to this one. I think I kind of miss it.”
“But your other car was probably a Maserati?” she teased him playfully. “This is my primary vehicle.”
“Actually, it was a Bugatti,” he answered gruffly. “And a couple of others.”
“How many vehicles can one guy have?”
He shrugged. “More than he can count. I have at least one in every residence I have. But not all of them are outrageously expensive,” he added defensively. “I have an inexpensive vehicle here in Amesport.”
Mara bit her lip to keep from smiling. How did one tell a billionaire that a Mercedes SUV wasn’t exactly an economy car? She hadn’t meant to imply he was a snob at all. He was just living his life as it had been handed to him, and how he’d gone on to earn the extravagant items that were normal for him. She’d actually never seen Jared as being conceited or full of himself, even though he’d been born rich and had become even richer. In fact, beneath his external facade of measured control that he usually showed to the world, she had a feeling there was a warm center somewhere inside him.