Secret Indiscretions (Carson Cove Scandals 2)

“Oh god—I’m going to come.” I felt my hips begin to shake.

I saw heaven for a moment. It was beautiful, peaceful, and it wasn’t possible to feel anything other than pleasure. The pressure began to release, and Jon’s tongue brought me across the final threshold of bliss so fast that it took my breath away. I felt my muscles tightened up and then relax—but my pussy started spasming with every surge of euphoria. The orgasms I gave myself when I was alone in my bed never did that. They were just quick little bursts of pleasure that took the edge off. The orgasm Jon gave me was an experience. I felt it peak, and I stayed there until it consumed me. I didn’t have the energy to form rational thoughts. I just gave in to the pleasure and enjoyed it until the orgasm began to fade.

“That was—amazing…” I sighed as he got up.

“Are you going to put on your clothes and leave now?” He leaned his head against my knee.

“Do you want me to?” I blinked in confusion.

“No.” He moved his hand along my abdomen. “I want so much more.”

“Me too…” I exhaled sharply.

My fingers fumbled with the buttons on the front of Jon’s shirt. I thought I was going to have a second orgasm—a spontaneous one—when I finally pushed his shirt off his shoulders. He was built like a wet dream with a trimmed physique that was toned and magnificent. He had gorgeous ink along his chest that spread down his arms—but was carefully tattooed in a way that could never be seen in a long sleeve button-down shirt. Once his shirt was on the floor, my fingers moved to the front of his pants. He wasn’t wearing a belt, and I could see a bulge pressed against the fabric. Pleasuring me had turned him on—and he was already hard. I unfastened his pants, shifted them down along with his boxers, and I couldn’t hide my shock when I saw how big and thick his cock was.

“Damn…” I bit down on my bottom lip and smiled.

Jon grabbed the base of his cock, kicked off his pants, and caught them before they hit the floor. He dug his wallet out of his pocket, and then let it fall to the floor once he found the condom he was apparently looking for. I had been on the pill since Charley was born, but I was glad that he thought of protection because it completely slipped my mind in the heat of our passion. He tore the condom wrapper open with his teeth, unrolled it on his cock, and then guided it towards my wetness. He started pushing the head into me, and my eyes nearly rolled back in my head when I felt my pussy being stretched around his girth. It didn’t hurt—not like the first time I had sex—my desire for him was too strong.

“This is what I want…” Jon leaned forward and exhaled into my ear. “Everything about you turns me on.”

“I feel so safe in your arms,” I moaned. “And so good…”

Jon gave me several thrusts as he slowly pushed his cock inside my pussy. The chaos and worry of the day had completely melted away. I just wanted to be there with him—to savor every minute we had before the real world pulled us both back to reality. It had been four years since I had sex, but my body reacted to him—it wanted the pleasure that he had already introduced it to. He buried his cock in me and kissed my neck before he started to thrust a little faster. The pleasure followed. I loved the way it felt when he went deep. It wasn’t scary—he wasn’t hurting me—and after he got going, I felt him against my g-spot.

“Oh damn…” I gasped into his ear. “Keep going—don’t stop.”

“I’m going to make you come so fucking hard,” Jon growled into my ear.

My g-spot was amazing. I knew it wasn’t a myth, but I had no idea that it would feel that good. Jon got a rhythm going that alternated between quick thrusts and then long, deep ones that made my g-spot shoot tingling pleasure through my body. I felt the pressure starting to build up again—but way faster than it had when his tongue was massaging my clit. I dug my nails into Jon’s back as my muscles tensed up. My head rolled back against the couch, and the pressure began to get tight. I was about to come—so close

—but every thrust felt amazing, and I didn’t want it to end. I held on as long as I could, and then I realized there was no way that I was going to be able to stave off the orgasm any longer. Jon’s cock started to throb and pulsate inside me—which made me realize he was getting close too.

“I’m gonna come!” I leaned forward and purred into his ear.

“Damn, you feel incredible,” he growled his response. “I’m about to come too!”

I watched Jon’s piercing eyes fill with a primal need—a desire that matched my own. He began to give me hard thrusts that made the couch creak underneath us. I tasted bliss—then the pressure released. My pussy began to spasm on his length, and he roared as my body brought him to climax. It was beautiful and amazing at the same time—two bodies becoming one as the shared orgasms devoured our souls. My orgasm peaked as the condom ballooned with Jon’s seed. He kept thrusting and prolonged the peak, which made me have a couple of mini orgasms before one more big one ripped through my body. When it finally faded, his thrusts slowed down, and he fell forward against the couch. His lips pressed against my neck—my shoulders—and then he pulled me into his arms.

“I don’t care if you work for me or not—don’t care if it’s right or wrong.” He kissed my cheek and pulled me closer. “I’m not letting go of you.”

I have a feeling this is about to get complicated…

I had no idea what to say to Jon. What he said meant so much—they were words I needed to hear—his arms were where I needed to be. I just couldn’t shake the worry that began to engulf me in the afterglow of bliss. If our relationship faltered or fell apart before it found footing on solid ground, then I didn’t know what that would mean for my future. The job was going to give me the only resources I had to fight for my daughter. I gave into my desires—I got drunk on the need coursing through my veins—but there were so many complications that could tear us apart. If the worst happened, and Jackson’s mother managed to get a judge to give him custody of Charley—I would die before I let him take my little girl. It wasn’t fair to drag Jon into that because he had enough on his plate without my mess of a life piling more on it.

“I have to go.” I turned towards Jon and pressed my lips to his forehead. “I told Charley that I wouldn’t be gone long. She’s probably already in bed…”

“Okay.” He nodded. “When can I see you again?”

“I don’t know. I’m sure Mr. Moretti will make me work every day until the end of my notice now—I had to call in today after what happened with Jackson.” I shook my head and sighed.

“I’ll text you tomorrow.” He smiled and leaned forward, lifting me in the process.

I felt uneasy as I drove. After the confrontation with Jackson, I worried about every set of headlights behind me. I wondered if the ones that I thought were following that night actually were—it could have been Jackson. I really didn’t understand why he showed up, or why he wanted to rekindle the fire between us that burned out the day I refused to get rid of the life we had created. I wasn’t his sunshine anymore, and if he was wasting his life away with drugs, then he didn’t need me around to witness it. He certainly didn’t give a damn about Charley—not if he was willing to use her as a pawn to get to me. I arrived at my apartment building without incident, but I still parked as close as possible so I could quickly get to the door of the building.

“She’s upset…” My mother looked up at me as soon as I walked in.

“I know.” I shook my head and sighed. “Is she already in bed?”