Crave (His Second Chance with Heiress Bryn Christmas Duet #1) - Z.L. Arkadie Page 0,24

cock gliding in and out of me.

Back arched, head back, eyes expanded, staring at the ceiling and caught in wonderful euphoria, I sighed.

Round two.

Later, I lay with my head resting on Jamison’s broad chest. I could hear his heartbeat, and whenever he spoke, it sounded as if his voice was magnified. I clung to him because I chose not to think about the consequences of what we’d just done. The first time Jamison and I made love, I noted that it was different than any other sex I’d ever had. Granted, I’d only had a handful of sex partners in my life, but I’d been pounded by guys who’d wanted me so much they orgasmed within a minute. I’d engaged in clawing, biting, ravishing-each-other, down-and-dirty sex. But after the second time with Jamison, I could honestly conclude that the soulful sensation that had occurred when we first made love hadn’t been a one-time thing.

While rubbing my shoulder, Jamison kissed the top of my head and then planted a delicately deep kiss on my forehead, even using a small amount of tongue.

“Now what?” he asked.

“Meaning?”

“What are we going to do next?”

I sighed. “Well… I have a lot of work to do, and I’m on a tight deadline. My assistants are delayed, so that’s going to set me back…”

“Hey, how about I be your assistant for tomorrow?” Jamison said.

I chuckled.

“I’m serious, Bryn. I’ll do whatever you want. Coffee run, sex—you name it, I’ll do it.”

Parading Jamison in Dale’s face would be the best revenge. Jamison was the kind of man Dale thought he should be but was too screwed up to ever become. Dale was the classic American tragedy. He had a critical father, Jim, who he could never please even after spending most of his life trying to do just that. Dale attended Harvard, graduated at the bottom of his class, and then clerked for Judge Herbert Nylander, all to make Jim happy. It didn’t work. Jim put him down even more. Dale’s mother, Loriann, had always been too busy making sure the insufferable perpetual-asshole Jim was happy and still paying attention to her.

Setting aside thoughts of Dale, I asked Jamison if Boomer was expecting him in the office in the morning, and he went silent. I waited for him to say something.

“Randolph Christmas has been dead for how long? Six years?” he finally asked.

I raised my head to look into his eyes. “About seven years. Why do ask?”

Jamison wrapped his arms around me, our bodies readjusting until he was behind me, sliding his dick between my thighs and against my opening. “Damn, you’re so wet.” He sighed.

Tickling sensations trailed through my nipples and activated the nerves through my sex. “Then what are you waiting for?” I whispered.

“Babe, I want to fuck you nonstop. But I need breaks or else.”

I chuckled. “Or else?”

“Or else I’ll run out of steam and…”

Jamison went silent. I could have urged him to finish whatever he was going to say, but I already knew what came next. He would run out of steam, and that would be it—we would be done.

“But why did you ask about Randolph?” I asked in an attempt to change the subject.

“I think…” He sighed, rubbing his burgeoning erection against my slit.

Somehow, my clit got stimulated, and I whimpered. “You think?”

He did it again and then sighed, pulling me against him. “I think your brothers are lucky that he’s gone.”

I agreed with him. “And so am I.”

Suddenly, Jamison’s body stiffened. “Did he ever touch you?”

I pondered Jamison’s question, and something occurred to me. “Do you know, you’re the first person, other than my brothers and my therapist, who’s asked me that question.”

He stopped stroking my hip. “Then he did touch you?”

“No. He tried, but Jasper stopped him, and from then on, he pretended I didn’t exist.”

Jamison grunted thoughtfully.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing. Just, you make sense to me now, that’s all.”

I frowned. “I don’t get it.”

“You’re so damn beautiful, Bryn. Women who look like you know their power and use it to get whatever the hell they want. But you don’t do that.”

I grunted thoughtfully. I would have turned to see his face, but I loved the way his erection between my thighs teased my pussy. I felt as if at any moment, he would ram it inside me.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Are you trying to figure out my particular daddy issues?”

Jamison snorted softly in my ear and then kissed the side of my neck. “No, that’s not it.”

His tenderness made me wetter. “You