Chapter 50
“So you do have stuff after all. I was beginning to think you were some secret CIA agent with no belongings and no real identity.”
Jameson laughs as he leads me inside his newly furnished place. Even with all the furniture and clean, minimal decorations, it still doesn’t quite feel lived in.
“It took me a minute to track down some movers. And I hadn’t originally planned on making this a home. It was meant to be more of a vacation getaway…”
“But?”
“But,” he says in a slow, sensual tone as he grabs my hands and pulls me to him, “plans change.”
He presses a kiss on my lips, then smirks at something behind me.
I turn, knowing exactly what he’s looking at.
The very spot against the window we broke the house in before he even officially owned it.
He pulls me against him, and I feel the hard, massive length of him pressing into me. A moan escapes me before I can stop it.
“I’m never going to get over that,” I whisper as he brushes his lips along the side of my face. My eyes flutter closed.
“What? The view?”
“No. Your huge cock.”
I push back harder. His quiet laugh rumbles in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
“Good. I don’t want you to.”
“I won’t. I’m kind of obsessed with it. And you.”
He groans softly, pulling my hips tighter against him.
“So, now that you officially own it…”
“Right now? I haven’t even given you the official tour yet,” he mumbles against my skin, lips trailing kisses down my neck.
“If you’re protesting, then why are you hard as a rock and still kissing me.” I mutter with a smile.
“Baby, I would never protest getting to be inside that pretty little—”
“Okay, you’re going to make me blush,” I say as I turn around to face him.
“You started it with your talk about your addiction to my cock.”
“I said obsession.”
A sly grin spreads across his face. “Oh, I’ll turn it into an addiction.”
I smile, because I already am addicted.
He wastes no time picking me up and setting me down on a sturdy side table beside a sage-green couch. With his back now to the window, I’m facing out. In one rough, fluid motion, he strips off my pants and underwear. I instinctively press my thighs together, suddenly feeling exposed.
“Oh, no. Spread them wide for me, baby. Real wide.”
I hesitate, then lean back on my hands and obey. His gaze darkens instantly, heat burning in his eyes as he drops to his knees in front of me.
The soft, deliberate kisses he trails along my thighs are a huge tease, but when his mouth finally reaches my center, it’s worth every second.
Pleasure rips through me, and I sigh, leaning back, eyes closed.
I don’t need the view. All I need is this—him between my legs, worshipping me like I’m a goddess.