Irresistible (Underneath it All Series: Book One) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) by Ava Claire Page B

and I quickly tore open the gold-colored condom package and rolled it over my solid length.
    Her legs were spread and just to put her spin on my story, she slid a hand down her stomach and spread her bare lips and dipped a finger inside her wetness. She pulled it out and almost put it in her mouth, but I lunged forward and took it in mine instead. She was as sweet as I remembered, her scent, her arousal pushing me toward bliss. This wasn’t her story, or my story. It was our story.
    She slipped another finger in my mouth, gritting her teeth as she writhed beneath me. "Do it," she begged. "Please, Jackson!"
    Hearing my name on her tongue was the breaking point and I drove inside her in a single, righteous thrust. All the muscles inside her seized my cock, working me as I worked her. I watched her face contort, her eyes squeezed shut as she lost herself in the passion. I couldn't close my eyes. Wouldn’t. I wanted to remember her like this.
    Open.
    Free.
    Insatiable.
    I knew she was close, I could feel it in her body. The way she pulled me deeper, raking her nails down my back. The noises she made, pleading, delirious with pleasure. Her whole body shook and I rocked with her climax. The warmth intensified, wrapping me in her release. I kept pumping, relishing the way she rocked like this orgasm was going to kill her and it would be worth it.
    And we weren't even done yet.
    "On your hands and knees," I growled, and I didn't wait for her to comply. I did what I said I would, flipping her over on her stomach. I scooped my arm under and around her waist, and she rose on her hands and knees. I forced her forward, her chest against the mattress, her ass in the air. The soft fabric of her lingerie spilled to her waist and I groaned with approval at my view. The slip of pink fabric was sopping wet, and I yanked it to the side a second time and slipped my finger inside her. She was so wet. So ready for more.
    I gripped her hips and went back where I belonged, so deep that I couldn't help but close my eyes. The room fell away. The world fell away. The only thing that remained was the pulsing. The building pleasure that made holding on, holding back, impossible.
    "You're gonna make me come again," she panted, balling the sheets in her fist as she let out a moan. A single note that shattered me.
    She came.
    I came.
    We came.
    Hard.
    I collapsed against the mattress, still trying to remember to breathe. To not focus on the fact that I hadn't been with anyone like that...well, ever.
    When she snuggled up beside me, panting, still shuddering, I ignored the part of me that wanted to pull her close. To kiss the crown of her head.
    "I've gotta go," I lied, pushing off the bed. I discarded the memory of the good and reminded myself that this was just pretend. A transaction.
    I pretended it didn't sting when she didn't say a word as I tugged my clothing back on. When we'd seen each other at The Red Room, her thrill at seeing me again hit me squarely in the chest. I turned back to her before I left, ready to make some joke to cover my contradictory behavior, but she gave me a look that punched a hole through my chest.
    "Don't request me again."
    There was no anger in her voice. No hurt.
    There was nothing at all.
    And the weight of that, and not seeing her again, was everything.

Chapter Four: Sadie
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    I balanced an angry manager on one side of town with family drama on the other, and a rental car counter clerk who looked just as pissed as Gail sounded.
    She pointedly cleared her throat. “I’m sorry Miss, but we don’t allow cell phone use-”
    “Who was that in the background?” Gail barked. The reception wasn’t the best, but her suspicion came through clear as a bell. “Where are you?”
    I held up an apologetic finger for the clerk, who looked ready to call the police because I’d broken their rule. I knew I was being that person. The jerk who was blathering on their phone nonstop, like the person standing in