“We should go inside.”
I nodded. Jason took my hand and led me away from the railing. I glanced back to see that I’d barely taken a sip of the wine—something, someone, had already given me all the intoxication I needed.
The moment his bedroom door shut, our clothes came off. I peeled him out of his shirt, and he did the same to my dress. When I was in nothing but my bra and panties, Jason in nothing but his boxer-briefs, he scooped me off my feet and carried me over to the bed.
We kissed so intensely I worried for a moment our tongues might be tied together. Jason positioned himself on top of me, undoing the clasp of my bra as I pulled my panties down my legs. Once I was naked, he stripped himself down, too.
“I can’t stop thinking about this,” he growled into my ear before covering the curve of it in kisses.
“Me either. What the hell is wrong with us?”
He answered my question with a smile before kissing me again. I reached down and took hold of his cock, his hot dick throbbing in my hand.
I closed my eyes, my fingertips moving over the curve of his shaft, the contours of his head. Jason let out a sensual growl as I stroked him, moving his hips between my thighs.
His head pushed into me, my lips wet and slick and ready for him. I closed my eyes and moaned as Jason filled me in the way no other man could. The instant he bottomed out inside of me I felt complete, like it was meant to be, like what we had at that moment could never be replicated with anyone else.
Strands of his blond hair hung loosely, his blue eyes narrowed, a playful smile on his lips. And his body was as sublime as ever. And as much as I didn’t want to admit it, knowing how powerful it was and not just how it looked, was even more of a turn-on.
Jason pulled back and thrust into me, filling my pussy again, then again. His thick biceps flexed and stretched, my fingers moving over his chest. Jason lowered his head to kiss my breasts, my pink nipples stiffening in his mouth.
“You make me feel so good,” I moaned, my legs wrapped around his hips.
“Like nothing else.”
My thoughts exactly. We settled into a deep, powerful rhythm, Jason pushing into me, thrusting deeply. Each full penetration brought me closer and closer to orgasm.
“I can’t wait to feel you come inside me.” I couldn’t believe I’d actually said the words. But it was what I wanted, what I needed.
He answered me with a smile before another kiss, increasing the pace of his thrusting.
I was so close, and so was he. The orgasm drew closer and closer until finally it broke loose, a flame ripping through my body.
Jason came along with me, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he drained himself inside me. The sensation of him coming deep into me was heavenly.
And then we were done. I hugged him tight, and he did the same.
There was something between us, I knew that for sure.
We held each another until I was nearly asleep. Jason breathed evenly and deeply, letting me know he was out.
Then, as if something had possessed me, I sat up.
I still had a job to do, and something had caught my attention in the corner of my eye. My dress was slung over the end of the bed, the mirrored buttons catching the moonlight. After checking Jason one last time, I slowly moved over and laid eyes on the buttons.
There was a fingerprint on one from when he’d undone them.
I wasn’t exactly a professional spy, but even I knew about the fingerprint trick. Carefully, I put on my dress, making sure to only touch the edge of the buttons. Once it was on, I slowly stepped out of the room, making my way down to the office. There, I opened the door and stepped inside.
“Tape, tape.” I went over to the desk and opened one drawer after another.
I spotted a small roll of tape among other office supplies in one of the drawers. That in hand, I ripped off a piece and placed it onto the button with Jason’s fingerprint. Then, I put the piece of tape over the fingerprint sensor.
“Come on, come on.”
The light above it turned green.
“Shit!” I whispered, almost unbelieving that it’d worked.