The Ex Factor - Erin McCarthy Page 0,69

you know. We’re explosive together.”

“That we are.” His kisses landed on each corner of her mouth, before he traced her jawline with his tongue.

Already she felt the tug of desire deep inside her womb. She was blissfully naked, and she arched her back, wanting to press her skin to his more fully. “You have twenty-eight minutes left.”

“Don’t rush perfection,” he murmured into her ear, before darting inside with a quick unexpected invasion of his tongue. His hand ran over her breasts, then down to her waist, resting a maddening six inches above where she really wanted him to be touching her.

“I appreciate your confidence. But I’m looking for a happy ending here, you know. Just in case that wasn’t clear.” She had been referencing sex, of course, but the minute the words came out of her mouth, she realized they sounded weightier than she had intended. Like she was asking for a future. The whole shebang. A ring and his name and babies and a joint bank account. So she added, “I want to come.”

His expression was amused though. “Uh, yeah, I knew what you meant, darlin’. No worries. I will give you a happy ending.”

Part of her wondered if that were truly possible. But she was going to shut the hell up and not ruin a perfectly good morning where he was going to put his perfectly good penis in her and give her a perfectly good orgasm.

“Twenty-six minutes,” she teased him.

“Is stopwatch another of your hidden talents? You’re not even looking at your phone.” Then he stopped speaking so that he could cover her nipple with his mouth.

She let out a soft gasp. It felt amazing. Her nipples were extra sensitive in the morning and each time he tugged her bud between his lips, she felt it deep between her thighs. She could already feel her body growing moist, ready to welcome him. “I have great timing,” she murmured.

He let go of her with a pop. “Oh, yeah? You know what was great timing? The first time I met you. You were wearing that red shirt with killer cleavage and you were bending over right as I came through the door. Honey, that was the very definition of good timing. I knew I wanted you right then and there.”

A lady didn’t reveal all her secrets, but Jolene wasn’t always a lady. “I heard you walking down the hallway. So I bent over on purpose.”

His jaw dropped. “Why you little flirt. I’m shocked.”

She shrugged. “I knew what you looked like. I thought you were a fine looking man and I figured why not give you a little songwriting inspiration. It was a split second decision.” She reached down and stroked his growing erection. “One I’ve never regretted, I might add.”

He shook his head, a smile lifting the corner of his mouth. “So is this what you wanted me to see?” He ran his hand over one breast, then the other, pinching her nipples. “You wanted me to see this gorgeous body of yours? Did you want me to taste it too?”

“Eventually, yes. Not necessarily that minute.”

“Liar.” His tongue trailed down her belly, pausing right above her clitoris. “I think you wanted me that very first second, just like I wanted you.”

“Chance,” she breathed. His breath was warm, tickling her. She wanted him to shift just a touch lower and stop teasing her.

He did, but it was painfully quick. He slid over her, a smooth stroke that had her crying out in pleasure, but then he was gone. She thought he would tease her again but he didn’t. He shifted over her and pushed right on inside her. He took her with slow, languid strokes that had her gripping at the bedsheets and wrapping her legs around his waist.

Chance gripped under her ass and without warning, flipped them, so he was on his back and she sprawled over top of him, his cock still embedded in her.

“Ride me, JoJo. I like the view from this angle.”

“I think you just don’t want to work so hard before nine a.m.,” she laughed, just to tweak him. She was not complaining. She loved to take charge from time to time. Splaying her palms over his chest, she sat up and rocked her hips so that she could grind herself down onto his hard length.

“That’s it, baby. Give me a show.”

She moved slowly over him, taking him deep inside her. It was a powerful position, yet she was still sleepy and caffeine deprived, so