Jonah (Chicago Blaze 7)

Her hands tug at my hair as she kisses me hungrily. I carry her into the bedroom, somehow managing to not run into any walls, and she stays wrapped around me as I lay her down on the bed.

“I’m on birth control,” she says. “So you don’t have to—”

I’m inside her before she can finish that thought, groaning loudly as I sink directly into heaven.

“Oh, god,” she moans. “More, more, more.”

I hook an arm beneath her knee and push her leg up, thrusting into her in a hard, fast rhythm. She’s so tight and wet, and it’s been so goddamn long for me. I have to force myself to keep it together until she comes.

She’s so stunning beneath me, her hair fanned out on the bed and her breasts bouncing. And her expression is the sexiest of all. The way her lips are parted and she’s panting—I know this will be a sexual fantasy of mine for a very long time.

“Harder,” she begs, and I oblige.

She cries out with pleasure as I thrust into her, the sound of our skin slapping together mixed with our moans.

“Oh, fuck,” she whimpers. “Don’t stop, I’m about to come.”

My body tenses as I fight to hold on as she climaxes, a combination of groans, moans and swear words slipping from her mouth.

“Rey,” I say, feeling the rush of my own climax hitting me fast and hard.

I feel it in every inch of my body, closing my eyes to fully feel the intensity of it. I never thought I’d have that feeling again—the overwhelming bliss of sex with the one woman I want most in the world.

I gently pull out and roll over to my back, catching my breath as she curls into my side. I kiss her temple and she says, “Why haven’t we been doing that this whole time?”

“Because you thought I was too pretty.”

Her laugh is warm against my chest. “I can admit when I’m wrong. But, when I said that, you should have just told me what you’ve got going on as far as dick size.”

“Is that all it takes? A big cock and you’re in?”

“More like a big cock and you’re in,” she quips, kissing my chest. “And no. I haven’t been with anyone in a couple years.”

“Why not?” I ask, surprised. Rey could have her pick of men. Anywhere, anytime.

“I stay focused on work.”

“I’m glad you unfocused tonight,” I say. “And I hope you’ll do it more often.”

“I think I could be persuaded.”

She lifts her head to kiss me, her soft hair brushing my chest. Even though I just came, it only takes a few minutes of kissing and touching for me to be ready for her again.

When Rey slides on top of me and sinks down onto my cock, I groan and grab her ass with both hands, tilting her hips until I’m all the way inside her. She doesn’t need my help, though. Rey grabs the top of the wood headboard behind us and rides me, her tits bouncing above my face.

As she builds toward her next climax, I hope to hell she’s got the energy to go for a long time tonight. Because I’ll never get my fill of this.Chapter SeventeenReyna

“Holy shit,” Jonah says as he reads the text that came in on his phone during the drive to his parents’ house in Highland Park. “Darren Shields just invited us to his place in Malibu for the weekend.”

My heart rate speeds up in excitement. This is exactly what I was hoping for.

“This weekend?” I ask.

“Yeah. He says his plans changed at the last minute and if we want, we can go with him on his jet to Malibu tomorrow morning.”

“Okay, good.”

My mind sifts through the possibilities. That’s a long time to have to kiss Shields’ ass and try to secure the invite I really want—to his compound. But I’ll do whatever it takes.

Jonah looks over at me. “So do we need to…?” His voice trails off, likely because he’s not sure it’s safe to finish the question.

“Sounds like we need to pack tonight. I mean, if you can go.”

“Yeah, I think we should. We can just cancel on the party at Luca’s house.”

“Are you sure?”

Jonah and I were planning to go to a Friendsgiving dinner at Luca and Abby’s tomorrow, which is apparently an elaborate affair every year. I could tell he was looking forward to it. Since first sleeping together a few weeks ago, we’ve fallen into a happy routine of being together as much as possible. Our relationship may be fake, but my attachment to Jonah has become very real.

“Definitely,” he assures me. “We need to do this instead.”

I nod, wrapping my hands around the casserole dish in my lap, filled with homemade mac and cheese and wrapped up in a dish towel.

“You ready to meet the whole crew?” Jonah asks me.