One Hot Secret (Love on Fire)

“I can’t wait, Grace,” he says after several minutes. “I need to have you now.”

“I need you too,” I tell him, throwing my legs apart.

He supports his weight with one hand and uses the other to guide his cock to my waiting entrance. I raise my hips when the tip of his cock nudges my center.

“Oh, Jack,” I moan, mad with desire.

He presses his cock in maddeningly slowly while my body demands all of him. Fast. My walls give in with every inch, and soon he’s buried to the hilt, and my body liquefies in response.

“You’re so tight and sweet,” Jack says, his voice rough and almost unrecognizable.

“And you’re so big and filling.” I almost can’t breathe.

Jack withdraws slowly, and I grip his ass with my hands and pull him back to me. He looks down at my face and slams into me. I cry out, grab his shoulders, and cling to him.

“Tell me that you’re mine, Grace,” he demands, drawing his cock out.

I don’t hesitate. “I’m yours.”

A look of utter satisfaction comes over his features. “I’m yours.” His words, said so simply, make me tremble. It’s too much right now, and tears form in my eyes. He lowers his head and licks them off in the sweetest gesture ever done to me.

I raise my hips, and Jack lets out a guttural moan. I love the deep manly sounds that Jack makes when we have sex. I love everything about him.

Wait. Not love. Love has no place in what we’re doing. Even though I gave in, I’m not giving my heart wholly to Jack. My body and feelings are not strong enough to resist him, but that doesn’t change what he is. One of the most gifted and famous actors in the world. And it will never just be the two of us. Right now, it is, but at some point, the world will invade, and he’ll move further and further away from me. I’ll enjoy it while it lasts, but I won’t be foolish enough to allow my heart to get involved.

A whimper of need escapes my mouth as he withdraws and then sinks deeper into me. His thrusts are deep and powerful. I wrap my legs around his ass to keep his body close to mine.

My thighs begin to shake as the storm inside me grows stronger.

“Jack.”

“I’m here, babe,” he growls.

I don’t know where Jack ends or where my body begins. It’s as if we’ve fused into one. My soft body blends into his hard-one. He feels it too. I can tell by the blaze in his eyes as he holds my gaze.

How have I lived without this in the weeks we’ve been apart? Jack is right. This is an addiction.

Deeper. Harder. Faster. The sounds of our pleasure and our bodies slamming against each other make beautiful music.

“Oh, God. Jack, I’m coming,” I shout unashamedly. With Jack, there’s never any shame.

His response dies in the air as my body clenches and tightens around him. Scalding pleasure explodes within me, and I ride the wave of orgasm.

“Grace.” Jack pumps harder and faster.

Seconds later, his hot cum fills me, drenching and heating my insides.

Chapter 15

Grace

“I’ll never be able to move from here,” I tell Jack after we’ve had the second sex session of the morning.

He chuckles. “What you need is some energy,” he says and reaches for his phone.

I roll onto my side and shut my eyes. I drift in and out of sleep with a smile of contentment on my face. I don’t regret giving in. Not that I had a choice. My body had already decided, as had my heart.

My mom and I always talked about the day I would meet my prince charming, and then we’d get married and fill the house with babies. It’s a fantasy that I’ve carried up to adulthood, but I think it’s time to let it go. Sometimes, it’s special to enjoy a man without the end goal of marriage.

My beliefs are so intricately woven into my being that they are not changeable. No matter how special a man is, and Jack is pretty up there, I’ll never compromise my privacy. I was nine years old the last time my picture was plastered on the front pages of tabloids and trashy magazines. Never again. I hear Jack pad out of the room and into the bathroom. Seconds later, I hear the sounds of the shower, and I drift off to sleep, comfortable in the knowledge that when I wake up, Jack will still be here.

When I rouse myself, it’s to the scent of coffee teasing my nostrils. I groan at the unfair temptation. Then I hear a chuckle and a kiss on my lips. I open one eye and then the other.

“Is that how you wake up, one eye at a time?” Jack asks with a chuckle.