Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 102479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
“Well, you’ve deprived me for the last two weeks.”
“I have a lot to make up to you then.” He flattened his tongue and licked me from one end to another. It felt like a million little nerve endings woke up. I arched off the bed, and Jagger pushed me flat to the mattress. “Keep still or I’ll tie your arms and legs down.”
I thought about moving on purpose, but I didn’t have cuffs or rope, and even if I had, those would’ve taken too long. I needed him fast. So instead, I closed my eyes and let them roll into the back of my head as he sucked on my clit. It didn’t take long before I was panting. Digging my hands into Jagger’s hair, I moaned. “Please, I need you.”
“Fuck…” Jagger crawled up my body. “Say that again.”
“Please, I need you.”
He held my gaze as he pushed inside me in one rough thrust.
I gasped. “More.”
Jagger wrapped a hand around my neck, his long fingers curling and almost meeting at the back, and then he squeezed—not tight enough to restrict my breathing, but so I felt completely at his mercy. He leaned close to my ear and murmured, “Don’t come.”
“No! You can’t—”
My words were lost when he pulled out almost to the tip and slammed back in again. Then he slowed, stroking his cock in and out, rubbing against the tender spot he’d found on our first night together. When I let out a mewl, he leaned in again. “Do. Not. Come.”
Somehow I’d gone from a woman who was unable to have an orgasm with a man to a woman who couldn’t stop herself from having one. I was on the edge, so I decided he should be too and squeezed my muscles tight.
Jagger groaned. “Playing dirty. I like it.” He ducked his head and caught my nipple between his teeth. Tugging, he bit down almost to the point of pain. It sent a lightning bolt shooting through me, and my body started to pulsate. I should’ve known better than to challenge him.
“Christ…” He looked down at me, his eyes caressing my face, moving over his hand around my throat. “You look so beautiful right now. You look like mine.”
“I am yours. I have been since the first day we met.”
That did it. Jagger smashed his lips to mine. His hand at my neck fell away, and he kissed me until I was breathless. What had started as hot and rough slowed to beautiful and intimate. He glided in and out tenderly and pulled back to look into my eyes.
“Come with me, beautiful. Come with me.”
Jagger linked his fingers with mine and pulled my arms up over my head. He stared into my soul as my orgasm rolled through my body like a warm wave.
“Jagger,” I breathed.
He sped up his thrusts. “Right there with you, sweetheart. Always right there with you.”
After we caught our breaths, he glided in and out for the longest time. “I love you, Sutton.”
“I love you, too. For years, I felt like I needed to be fixed, but when I’m with you, I feel like it’s okay to be a little broken.”
Jagger kissed my lips. “Neither of us needs fixing, sweetheart. We just need each other, exactly as we are.”
EPILOGUE
* * *
Sutton
Almost a year later
“Come back here.” Jagger caught the bottom of my bathrobe and yanked as I stood from the bed. “We’re not done.”
I snort-laughed and tugged the silky material from his hand, hurrying to the bathroom. “I have to get ready for work.”
“It’s Saturday.”
“And? Since when does that matter? You often go into the office for a twelve-hour day.”
Jagger pouted. “Not when I’m still hard, and you’re naked under there.”
I started to wash up at the sink. My bossy CEO had woken me an hour ago with his head between my legs. I’d returned the favor on my knees. “I really think you should get that thing checked,” I yelled. “It’s supposed to deflate after you finish, you know.”
Jagger stalked into the bathroom. He came up behind me and tugged the tie of my robe. It opened and parted, exposing my breasts. “I’m never finished until I’m inside you.”
Remembering the last time he’d come into the bathroom and made me late for work—taking me from behind while we watched each other in the mirror—I was tempted to give in again. But then I remembered the meeting I had at nine. I turned around and pressed my lips to his.
“I can’t be late this morning. But I promise I’ll make it up to you when I get home.”
Home was now Jagger’s penthouse. I’d finally agreed to move in with him two months ago. A lot had happened over the last year, and the timing had finally felt right. Amelia and Olivia no longer lived with their uncle, though they did live in the spare apartment in the building with their mom. It had taken Catherine six months to get back to a place where she could be with her daughters again. Once she was healthy, she’d moved to New York, but it took another four months before the girls lived full time with her. Jagger now had joint legal custody of his nieces, something his sister had actually agreed to, rather than going back to court. The girls were happy to have their mom back, but they still spent a lot of time with us. Which was the reason this bathroom was lined with pastel nail polishes, bubble baths, hair clips, and a million other little-girl things, not to mention all of my beauty supplies. Seeing the clutter spread out all over the vanity—in what used to be an immaculate, nearly sterile apartment—made me smile.