The Billionaire's Pretend Girlf - Leslie North Page 0,27

her pussy. She gasped as she felt herself stretching around him.

“I’ll go slow,” he murmured, eyes hooded. “Even if it kills me.”

She laughed throatily. “Impatient Daniel, more like.”

“You have no idea how fucking incredible you feel,” he said through gritted teeth. He eased himself in another inch, a groan rolling past his lips. “Fuck, Jackie.”

It felt like heaven on her end. And okay, so it did fit. As he eased himself in, inch by languorous inch, more and more of her body went tingling and wild. Like her entire network of innards had short-circuited. She wasn’t sure if she was breathing, or if her heart was beating, or if she remembered what her name was. When Daniel sank deeper, claiming the last inch of her, she felt like she’d reached some sort of pinnacle of human experience.

This was it. Top level achieved. She could die happy now. Sex sure as hell had never felt like this before.

Daniel grunted, pausing there, buried to the hilt inside her. “You are heaven.”

“Stop,” she chided, but she couldn’t help agreeing. This was heavenly. And maybe they really were heaven, for each other.

Daniel drew a fortifying breath and then eased himself out of her. When he sank back in again, another moan ripped out of him.

“See?” he said, his voice gritty. “Fits just fine.”

She whimpered as he pulled out and then sank back into her. She clawed at his back, needing infinite levels of this sensation. Not just the closeness, but the heat of him. The sandalwood musk of his body, pinning her, filling her, making her feel blissfully perfect for this brief interlude.

“Oh, my Goood,” she moaned into his shoulder, feeling the hot churn of pleasure beginning its tempestuous swirl in her core once more. She clamped her thighs around him, clinging to him like he was the last life raft in the ocean. “Please, Daniel. More. I need more.”

He raked his heated gaze over her. Sweat shone at his temples as a devilish smirk crossed his face. “Yes, my princess. Whatever you need.”

Tears pricked at her eyes, but she wasn’t sure why. Something hot and sweet coursed through her, but she was hesitant to focus on the feeling or to try to identify it. She just wanted to focus on this. The most unexpectedly explosive sexual encounter of her life.

Daniel pumped into her harder, more forcefully, so hard that her breasts jiggled each time he buried himself inside of her. The pleasure built steadily again until the cork popped and she was clawing at his chest, eyes pinched shut and screaming his name as another orgasm raked over her.

And this time, she was left exhausted and breathless. Daniel shouted gruffly, stilling inside her as he reached his own climax, his blue eyes burning a hole into her heart. When the air cleared and they were left panting and staring at each other, Daniel was the first to speak.

“Holy shit,” he said weakly. But he still didn’t pull out of her. And really, she liked that.

She swallowed, her entire mouth dry. “What the hell?”

He laughed. “I hope that’s a good ‘what the hell.’”

“It’s a life-changing what the hell,” she clarified, unable to muster the energy to feel embarrassed.

Daniel smiled, lowering to press his lips to hers in a soft, tender kiss.

“Agreed,” he said, and then with an evil glint in his eye, he added, “Princess.”

9

Daniel existed in some other universe after that orgasm.

He’d been with plenty of women in his life, but he’d never been with anyone like Jackie.

That fact was proving itself over and over again. It was like everywhere he turned now, everything that showed up in his life, was there to remind him how great Jackie was. How special she’d become to him. How much he wanted to dive even deeper into her.

They lay on the bed in blissful silence for a long time, occasionally laughing or swatting at each other. The only time either of them moved was for Daniel to toss the spent condom, and Jackie to eventually get up to pee.

Once the afterglow had worn off and Daniel felt like he could think clearly again, a question slipped out that had been rattling through his head all evening.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were in the foster system?” The question leapt past his lips before he could think better of it. She glanced at him, a brow lifted.

“That’s some interesting post-coital pillow talk.”

He rubbed at his face. “Sorry. I’m curious. You don’t have to go there if you