“Do you like the way you taste on my tongue?”
She scrunches her nose and bites her red, raw lip. “I do, Jack. I love the way I taste on your tongue.”
I’m about to blow. Thankfully, Sierra reads my mind. Her fingers fumble with my zipper as I quickly unbutton my dress shirt. My length bobs against my stomach as soon as it's freed from my boxer briefs.
Sierra drops to her knees, taking me into her soft, warm mouth. My head swims, and dizziness takes over. Looking down at the goddess on her knees before me, I feel I’m not worthy. This woman is a goddamn expert, sucking me just right.
“Sierra, you have to stop.”
She looks up at me, hurt. “Why?”
“Because you’re too good at it.”
I help her up. “That’s a bad thing?”
“Jesus Christ, no.” I brush a strand of hair away from her angelic face. “But I don’t want to come for you, baby. I want to come with you.”
Three
Sierra
Jack takeshis time with me. He must’ve sold his soul to the devil because he just keeps going for hours. I’ve already come three times, and Jack is still going strong. So much for a relaxing night. When he finally allows himself to release, he turns into a beast. With his eyes closed, he grunts and plunges so deep inside of me, I’m certain no man has ever been there before.
When I look at the clock, it’s three o’clock in the morning. A wave of panic rushes over me. My interview is in six hours, and I haven’t slept a wink.
Jack rolls over and presses a soft kiss against my lips. “I feel better.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Yeah, me too.”
But do I? While that was hands down the best sex of my life, it’s not the reason I’m in town. I want this job more than anything. If I go back with nothing to add to my resume but a hot and heavy one-night stand—while it may provide some serious spank bank material—it does little to enhance my resume.
“Mind if I shower?” He asks.
“Listen, Jack.” I sit up on my elbows so I can meet his gaze.
“Oh, that doesn’t sound good.” His thick brow furrows.
“I’m not trying to be rude, but…” I think of the right words, ones that won’t hurt his feelings or make him think I didn’t enjoy what just happened, all four times it happened. “You’ve got to leave.”
Mission definitely not accomplished.
Jack’s jaw goes slack like I just slapped him across his face. He just sits there for a minute, staring at me. An awkward beat passes. Without another word uttered, he climbs out of bed and puts his clothes back on. I feel like a total ass, but a guy like this? I assumed he would understand.
“I have an early day tomorrow.” I pull the high thread count sheets over my breasts and run a hand through my tangled hair.
“I understand.” He says but refuses to meet my eye. Seriously, what the hell is happening? For a man who comes off so cocky, he sure is sensitive. “I’ll be out of your hair in no time.”
I scrunch my nose, wondering what the hell I can say to make this situation better, or at least a little less awkward, but I’m not sure that I can. My sore center twitches watching the muscles in his broad back stretch and flex as he shrugs back into his button-down shirt. The only other man I’ve seen that big and broad is The Incredible fucking Hulk.
If it weren’t so late, I’d definitely beg him for more; I’m definitely not too proud.
Jack turns to face me and finally meets my eyes with an outstretched hand. I laugh at first because I’m certain he’s joking. The man made me come four times. I think we’re way past the handshaking stage. But his face remains stoic, and I realize he’s dead serious.
“Okay?” I say and slip my palm into his.
“It was very nice meeting you.” His jaw clenches, and before I can utter another word, Jack grabs his jacket from the chair and hulks across the room and out the door.
“What the hell was that?” I mutter to myself and lean back against the padded headboard. I have half a mind to rush after him and tell him that he’s acting like an idiot. That men do this kind of thing all the time. I know, because…well, I’ve been on the other end. The one time I do it, I’m a villain from hell?