Gia’s voice cracked. A glance told him that she neared the end of her rope. And if he didn’t want to be interrupted, they were running out of time.
Jason fished a condom from his pocket and shoved it on in seconds before he snagged her arm and pulled her onto his lap, her legs dangling over the sides of the chair. He sought her opening and plunged deep, filling her cunt completely in seconds. Gia gasped sharply.
Because her hands were tied behind her, she had no choice but to rest all her weight on him. She also had no way to pull back. No leverage. No control, and he f**king loved it.
Fingers tightening around her hips, adrenaline and need charged through him as he lifted her up, then used his strength to control her slide down. Slow. Rough. Deep. Her moan shuddered as she tossed her head back. He gritted his teeth and hissed in pleasure. Yeah, he would give her every inch, every ounce of the heat scalding his cock—and she was going to take it.
“Is this what you wanted?” he growled.
“Yes.” She barely managed the words between pants.
“Does this feel good?”
“God, yes.”
Satisfaction soared. “You want your husband to f**k you?”
She nodded. “I’m aching…”
Beneath her, he rolled his hips as he lifted her, then lowered her back onto his erection. Tingles clawed up his spine. His body went electric as he watched her come apart for him. Her brown eyes darkened, softened as her cheeks flushed and her lips parted with a silent moan. Gia wriggled, trying to rush him. Her pu**y clenched tight around his dick.
He impaled her on his length again and grabbed her nape, forcing her to look at him. “You don’t determine the pace, do you?”
“No, Master,” she whimpered.
He released her neck and again used his arms to lift her into his strokes. Faster. Rougher. Deeper. Jesus, she was like lightning in his veins.
Leaning in, he nipped at her shoulder, then bent and caught one nipple in his mouth. As he sucked, she let out a keening cry.
“That’s it, baby. Make noise for me.”
“I shouldn’t.” Worry wrenched the words from her.
“You will. I’ll take care of everything.” He pulled on her nipple again before switching to the other. “I just want to hear you.”
His wife might be worried about being discovered, but this turned her on. Around him, she felt so slick and tight. So stunning and breath stealing.
“Yes…”
The flush broke out across her chest. Gia gushed all over his c**k again. Her little whimpers picked up in volume. She was close.
“Come for me, my sweet wife, and scream.”
Her hard breathing became outright pants, then she dragged in one long breath and held it. Jason pumped hard straight into her depths, praying he could fuse them together in a way that would last far longer than the orgasm and its afterglow.
Then he wasn’t thinking any more as the ecstasy shot through him like he’d injected it straight into his heart. It zipped through his body, taking over. And as she let out a high-pitched squeal of pleasure in the sound of his name, he released everything he had to her, shuddering through every thrust, doing his best to claim her once and for all.
Chapter Seven
An hour later, Gia left the department store still blushing to the roots of her hair and dazed. Beside her, Jason held her hand and carried three huge bags of things he’d bought for her in the other. Behind them, two clerks carried the boxes of shoes her husband had insisted she needed. All eight pairs of them. When she’d pointed out that she only had two feet, he smiled and whispered that he only had one penis, but it really appreciated the view of her in sexy stilettos. Any other objection she’d raised, he’d waved away. His credit card had taken even more of a pounding than she had in the dressing room.
The thought made her blush again, especially when she recalled the way the sales associate had returned a few minutes later with a gentle clearing of her throat and a repressed smile. Gia herself hadn’t been sure whether to smack Jason for inducing her to do something arrest-worthy or simply giggle. No denying that she felt happier, lighter than she had in over a year. Being with him fulfilled her, and it had nothing to do with what he bought her and everything to do with the way he coaxed her out of her comfort zone and made her feel special with just his touch.
She was head over heels in love with him again. Well, still. She sighed.
What could she possibly give him in return? A blue-collar outlook on life? Arrest procedures? He knew how to cuff someone without her pointers. Gia shook her head. She liked herself, but didn’t at all see why a billionaire would pursue her. Was it because she’d left him for the better part of a year and he wanted what he saw as the unattainable?
The thought gnawed at her as they loaded the car and left the mall. It chewed some more at her as they glided down the highway, heading west toward her part of town. He drove his sleek black Porsche like he conducted business—aggressively and without paying much attention to the rules.