I opened my mouth, but he held up one hand.

“I know something is wrong. Amy could barely look at me, and you’ve been avoiding me. I can find out what happened over the weekend, but I want you to tell me.”

I swallowed. “I will…at some point, but it really doesn’t matter.”

He looked unconvinced. “So why can’t you tell me?”

Because I love you.

Because nothing else matters.

When I didn’t reply, he frowned. “Daphne, if you have a problem, then it’s my problem.”

“There’s no problem,” I lied. “But there will be if you don’t kiss me again.”

He probed my face, still hesitating, the concern in his eyes making mine sting with threatening tears. I reached down and pulled my t-shirt over my head. I faced him, topless, desperate for him to touch me, to make me forget.

“You were saying something about not being able to resist me,” I whispered.

He chuckled, but his eyes were dark with desire. “You’re trying to distract me.”

I cupped both my breasts and massaged slowly, keeping my eyes on his. “Am I succeeding?”

He made a sound like a growl and pulled me to him, crushing our lips together. I could taste his hunger and his desire. I ignored his hesitation and moaned when his warm palms covered my breasts. He flicked my nipples with his thumbs then groaned as he released my lips, lowering his head to cover the tip of one breast with his hot mouth.

Sensations zipped through me, and I let out a soft moan. I threaded my fingers through the soft thickness of his hair and whimpered when he pushed his hand under my waistband and found my wet folds. He palmed me gently, sending a flood of pleasure to my brain as his fingers spread the warm desire pooling between my legs.

His mouth left my breast and then his eyes were on mine, burning hotly and drinking in the desire on my face. “You’re mine,” he growled. “No matter what.”

“No matter what,” I repeated. “Always yours.”

He dropped to his knees beside the bed and pulled down my pants, discarding them on the floor before spreading my legs wide. Then, like a man preparing to devour a feast, he started to undo his shirt. He removed his monogrammed cufflinks, letting them fall to the floor, and then he unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off, exposing his beautifully ripped body.

I sighed, marveling once again at how perfect he was. I trailed my fingers over his powerful shoulders, and he let me, only for a moment before pushing my legs farther apart and lowering his head between my thighs.

It felt so good. He felt so good. His mouth was heaven, tasting, licking, sucking every inch of me until my hips were rolling and I was on the verge of exploding from the unbearable pleasure.

I moaned his name, crying out as my body shuddered and my hips jerked under his expert touch. He held me down with one strong hand, his lips and tongue unrelenting even as I climaxed in a forceful wave of sensation.

When I thought I couldn’t take any more, he dipped his tongue into my trembling entrance then drew it out to flick over my clit in firm strokes that pushed me over the edge again. My body exploded, and I screamed his name, tears stinging at my eyes when he finally released me.

I drew my legs up, barely able to breathe. I was weak and boneless, heavy with spent desire. Jason rose to his feet, towering over me as he removed the rest of his clothes.

I could never get tired of seeing him naked. His body was perfect, and his erection was like a work of art. I reached for him as soon as he joined me on the bed, my hand circling and stroking the soft skin stretched tight over his hard, swollen length. I lowered my head and kissed the tip, running my tongue over his warm flesh.

He made a sound deep in his throat and started to draw me away from his cock. I resisted, taking him deep into my mouth until he was teasing the back of my throat, and then I drew my lips over him, moaning as I released him.

“Jesus!” He let out a groan. “I need to fuck you, Daphne.”

“I know,” I whispered. He eased me onto my back and spread my legs, kneeling between my thighs. He fisted his cock and positioned himself, probing at my wet entrance before sliding slowly inside my body.

“God!” He lowered himself over me, bracing his weight on one hand. His eyes bathed my face with warmth. “You feel so fucking good.”

He felt like heaven the way he filled me completely, stretching me inside just the way I needed. I met his initial thrust with my hips, and his throat bobbed. His gaze stayed on my face as he withdrew then slammed deep into me, burying himself to the hilt in my eager, yielding flesh.

I gasped, my eyes fluttering closed as he withdrew for another stroke, and then another. My whole body felt hot, tender, ready to explode with delight. “Don’t stop,” I begged, past the point of self-consciousness.

“Never.”

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