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  10

  Good God, I was sore in all the right places. Never had I been taken so completely. And by completely, I mean when Jason was moving inside of me nothing else had existed. He was all I could feel. My brain had shut off and lust had taken over. But when the passion waned, and reality crept back in, Jason had shut down faster than I’d thought possible. Oh, I’d known he was going to pull away. I’d just figured it would take an hour. I hadn’t imagined it would be immediately.

  Jason shifted and pulled me closer to him, forcing me to move my arm or it would be squished. With no other place to put it, I draped it over his stomach. I was statue still, waiting for him to make the next move. I’d taken us this far, it was up to him where we went next. If he wanted to get up and leave, I wouldn’t ask him to stay. I also wouldn’t blame him. But whatever it was, the choice was his.

  I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath until he laced his fingers with mine, and his other hand started moving over my hip. It was then I finally exhaled.

  “Thank you for understanding.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  “You’re the first woman I’ve had sex with in about six or seven years.” Seven years? That didn’t make any sense, his wife had only passed away two years ago. “I guess you were right, it was just like riding a bike.” Thankfully his body was shaking under mine when the laughter I was holding back broke free. “Though, I think mostly it was because it was you. There’s something about you that makes me insane.”

  I wasn’t touching any of what he’d just said with a ten-foot pole. I had a way with words, and not a good way. It was best I stayed silent. His hand kept gliding over my hip, and the wetness between my legs had nothing to do with our previous encounter. I glanced down the muscular plane of his stomach and was happy to see an erection. I tilted my head back so I could see him and was pleased when I saw a smile.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he said.

  “You’re not bad yourself, hot stuff.”

  That was an understatement. He was super fucking hot. His blue eyes were so incredible they made you want to stare at them for hours. And while his hair wasn’t as black as his sister’s it was pretty close. Darker than dark brown, but not jet-black. He kept it short on the sides but long enough on top you wanted to run your fingers through it.

  “I want to touch you, Mercy.”

  “You don’t need to ask.”

  He unlaced our fingers and gently traced around my areola before plucking my nipple to a hard peak. He couldn’t reach my other one as it was pressed against his side, so he moved lower down my stomach, not stopping until he ran his finger between my lips, gathering wetness and pulling it back up to my clit. Just as my body started to tingle, he stopped. I wanted to cry out, however my protest died went he dipped his fingertip inside of me. My hips came off the bed, wanting him deeper, but he pulled back, not allowing me to spear myself the way I wanted to. Over and over he tortured me, circling my clit then back down only pressing in the tip of his finger.

  “Climb on top of me, I want to watch while you fuck me.”

  He didn’t need to ask me twice. I mounted up like a cowgirl ready to win blue ribbon. My very unsexy move earned me a pussy-clenching smile, and my heart swelled.

  With both of his hands on my ass, squeezing my cheeks, he said, “Lean forward. I want to taste your nipples but damn if I can’t take my hands off your ass to grab one.”

  I did as he asked, and when his lips wrapped around my nipple, he wasn’t gentle. He sucked and nibbled one before he went to the other, and with just as much force he pulled it into his mouth. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sexy scene. Holy shit, it was so hot seeing him abuse my sensitive breasts, I wondered if I could orgasm just from watching.

  One of his hands came off my ass, and I could feel the head of his dick rubbing my clit before it was pressed against my opening. All I needed to do was slide down. I didn’t know what I was waiting for, but when Jason popped my nipple out of his mouth, and his eyes locked with mine, I was happy as hell I hadn’t just slammed down. I would’ve missed the best part.

  On a slow glide down, I took his dick inch by inch. Jason’s mouth opened slightly, and his blue irises darkened.

  “Mercy,” he panted. “You feel so goddamn good.” I had to agree, it was good. Better than good. It was fantastic. I was fully seated on his lap, with his dick so deep it was nearly painful. My hands roamed over his chest, touching every part of him I could. I still hadn’t looked away. I was too mesmerized by the look of wonderment in his eyes. “Fuck me.”

  I leaned forward to kiss him, and my sensitized clit rubbed against his pubic hair, and I nearly lost my balance. Luckily his grip on my hips kept me in place. His fingertips dug in, and I hoped there was a mark. I wanted to look in the mirror tomorrow and see where his strong hands had guided me up and down his dick.

  My lips were still a few millimeters away from his when he whispered, “Kiss me.”

  “You’re bossy,” I muttered back.

  “You ain’t seen bossy yet.”

  He didn’t wait for me to lean in, he lifted his head and took what he wanted.

  I learned something about passion that night with Jason. When two people have an undeniable attraction, the longer the allure is denied, the more the lust and desire build. When the need to touch and feel the other person finally erupts, it’s out of this world.

  Everything was escalating at once. His tongue dueled with mine, his hands kneaded my ass, and I rocked up and down on his dick as fast and hard as I could. I was one big ball of sensation. I was trying to hold back my orgasm until he went.

  “Please hurry, Jason.”

  “Don’t wait for me, Mercy, come.”

  “I can’t. I won’t be able to move once I do.”

  “Let. Go.” I couldn’t hold it back when he thrust up.

  He remained still for a moment and let me catch my breath before he rolled me over, pulled out, and rolled me again to my stomach.

  “Up on your knees.”

  He tugged my hips until I was where he wanted me, then he slammed back inside. With a handful of my hair, he tugged, making me look over my shoulder.

  “You are so goddamn sexy, Mercy, I can’t stand it. I want to touch you everywhere. I want to lick and taste every inch of you from your sweet mouth to your tight pussy.” His hard, fast thrusts were stealing my breath. “I want to fuck you in every way possible.” His rhythm started to falter. “You feel so fucking good I’m gonna come.”

  He let go of my hair and grabbed both of my hips before he shoved all the way in and roared his release. His come spilled out of my pussy and dripped down my thighs. Good Lord, I’d never thought I’d like a man talking dirty to me, but when Jason did it, it was hot as hell.

  I waited for him to pull out before I went flat on my stomach. This time instead of pulling away, his hands rubbed over the back of my calves and thighs. I wiggled when he traced my ass crack, all the way up my back. He kissed my shoulder blade before he whispered, “You are seriously one sexy, beautiful woman. And you have the finest ass I’ve ever seen. I could spend an entire afternoon worshiping the beauty that is your ass.”

  “Years of Pringles chips have given me that ass.”

  “Baby, tomorrow I’m buying you a lifetime supply.”

  He rolled next to me and pulled me back to his side like we’d been lying before round two. The cool air of the room hit my fevered skin, and I shivered. Without asking, he knifed up yanking the blankets out from under me and covered us both up. Once we were situated, I was nice and comfy and ready for sleep.

  “I didn’t use a condom.”

  “I know. I’m on birth control.” I was going to leave it at that until I remembered he’d shared a bit of personal information with me earlier. “I haven’t had sex in about three years. I’ve been tested since then.”

  He gave no indication he’d heard me, but I knew he was awake because his hand was still moving over my ass. Guess he was
telling the truth when he’d said he liked it.

  “You staying over?” I tried to keep my voice even, not wanting to convey my preference.

  “Is that all right with you?”

  “Yeah. Whatever you want.” Was what I said. Inside I was doing summersaults and jumping jacks.

  I cuddled in closer and was almost asleep when I heard him whisper, “Mercy, Mercy, Mercy, you make me lose my mind.”

  11

  Something heavy and hot was draped over me, pulling me from my sleep, and a tiny hand was covering my heart. I opened my eyes and was startled when long, brown hair framed a beautiful face, not short, blonde.

  Then I remembered.

  Mercy.

  I glanced at the clock on the nightstand—five a.m. I’d slept through the night with no nightmares. Not a single dream about my old life. That hadn’t happened in years. Mercy stirred and she mewed in her sleep, bringing back memories from the night before. I hadn’t come over here with the intention of fucking her, and certainly not twice, or to spend the night. Damn, I’m an asshole. What now? I’d never done the morning after. Did I wait until she was awake? Stay for breakfast? Wake her and go for round three?

  There were too many conflicting emotions swirling in my head. Excitement and shame. Embarrassment and anticipation. I’d admitted I hadn’t had sex in a very long time, and Mercy didn’t bat an eye or question it. Maybe she hadn’t believed me, but didn’t want to call me out on it. It was true. The first three years Kayla and I were married were good. In the beginning we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. It was never wild, never rip each other’s clothes off passionate. It was sweet and gentle. She was sweet and gentle. Kind and soft-hearted. I’d never spoken to her the way I did Mercy. I never felt a soul-deep need to fuck her senseless. Guilt slammed into my chest as I compared the two. But there it was—the truth. Kayla had been my best friend, my past, my advisor, she’d been comfortable. And I’d been those things to her.

  I’d also been her caretaker. After she’d gotten sick, our only focus was her getting better. Doctors, chemo, radiation. Together we fought to get her well. She’d lay in my arms at night, and we’d talk, our friendship growing deeper, but our relationship morphed. Somewhere along the line we’d stopped being husband and wife and had gone back to just being friends. The best of friends. After she’d gotten better, we’d tried to rekindle our sexual relationship, but neither of us were into it. It was unspoken, but she’d no longer touched me or even kissed me more than a peck. There’d been no one else. That wasn’t Kayla’s style. We’d lived happily together as roommates. Pretending to the outside world we were still happily married. When in reality—we were not.

  Maybe my best option was to sneak out while Mercy was still sleeping to avoid any awkwardness. I could get up, go home, and kick my own ass for being such an asshole. That was probably my best option. But I couldn’t force myself to move. She felt too good pressed against me. Her hand on my heart seemed to be the only thing stopping it from pounding out of my chest. The gut-wrenching dread of starting a new day was noticeably absent. The lethargy I’d had when I opened my eyes was gone. It was so wrong. Wrong on so many levels. She deserved so much better than me. I wasn’t just bent, I was broken. I had nothing to offer her, but the thought of not seeing her tore me to shreds. Now that I’d been in her bed was it possible to go back?

  The alarm clock buzzed, and Mercy stirred. Sitting up she blinked a few times before reaching over me to hit the snooze button.

  “Six already?” Six? Dear God, I’d been lying awake in bed for an hour? “Morning.”

  It was hard to think, let alone speak, when her perky, full breasts swayed in front of my face as she moved across me to lay back down. My dick throbbed, and I knew it was time to get out of her bed before I lost control again.

  “Morning,” I croaked out.

  Mercy’s dainty hand trailed up and down my stomach, which did nothing to calm my dick or my rioting emotions. Her touch was magic, it could excite and calm me at the same time. All thoughts of my past life flew out the window, all the reasons we shouldn’t be in bed together no longer mattered. A simple touch of her fingertips made me want to fuck the hell out of her. I didn’t want gentle, I wanted wild, pulse pounding, dirty sex. Deep needs within me I’d never allowed to surface. I wanted to control her orgasms, make her chant my name, beg me to please her.

  “Take a shower with me before you go?”

  I nodded my answer and tapped her ass. She didn’t roll off the other side of the bed, instead she crawled on top of me and paused. She looked so goddamn hot perched up there. Rosy nipples tipped the sexiest pair of tits I’d ever seen. She was strong and lean, so fucking beautiful. My dick was trapped between us, nestled between her pussy lips. Mercy rocked and her wetness coated my erection.

  “Shower,” I growled.

  I needed her bent over, her tight, firm ass filling my vision as my dick tunneled in and out of her. I wanted to smack it and see my handprint welt as her pussy tightened around me. By the time I’d gotten myself under control, pushing aside thoughts of spanking her, she’d already turned on the shower.

  Cock in hand I stepped into the shower. Mercy’s gaze dropped from my face to where I was stroking my shaft.

  “Is this what you wanted?” I continued to jerk my dick, pre-come beading on the tip.

  Mercy licked her lips, and I wondered what her mouth would feel like. Would she be timid and shy or would she be enthusiastic? I bet she’d suck me with the same vigor as she lived her life.

  “Yes.”

  “Turn around, hands on the wall.” Her eyes flared, and her lips quirked.

  “Damn, you’re hot when you’re bossy.”

  “Pleased you think so.”

  She turned to face the wall, and my gaze ate up every inch of her. “So fucking hot. You ready for me?”

  “Yes.”

  My hand went between her legs, happy when my fingers were coated in her excitement. I lined my dick up and leaned forward, kissing her shoulder and neck before licking her earlobe. Mercy’s head fell to the side and her ass pushed back.

  “Brace yourself, baby, I’m gonna fuck the hell out of you until we’re both screaming out in pleasure.”

  “Do it, Jason, Fuck me—”

  I slammed into her, cutting off any further instructions.

  She chanted my name, prayed to God, and begged me not to stop. Her filthy pleas spurred me on. My need built, and lust took over. But something else happened, something bigger, something that scared the hell out of me—I was falling for her. There was no denying it. The thought should’ve made my dick shrivel, but, instead, it swelled. We finished in a hot explosion of expletives and bliss. But more than that, something that felt eerily like happiness took root.

  12

  Okay, so, I slept with Jason. Not once, but three mind-bending times. We were adults, we could work together and not let things get weird. I hoped.

  Thankfully I worked in a place where jeans and sneakers were acceptable, because after our shower this morning my legs were still jelly. And I hadn’t had to do anything but stand there. Jason did all the work. However, it didn’t matter if he was the one doing the thrusting, sex with Jason was a full-body experience. Every muscle in my body still felt him.

  Now I was sitting at my desk, trying to work, but the butterflies in my stomach were preventing me from concentrating on my inbox. I couldn’t stop wondering if Jason would come upstairs and work in my office, and, if not, would he come up to say hello? Would he ignore me or smile or wink or acknowledge me in any way? I was pathetic and sounded like a silly, love-sick girl instead of a grown woman.

  Wait! I wasn’t love-sick, was I? Three rounds of the best-sex-ever couldn’t make a sane woman fall in love, could it? No. It was lust. The on again off again crush I’d had was now infused with a heavy dose of desire. That was all. I knew better than to fall for Jason. Sex. That was all it was. And if I wanted to keep having it with him, I’d better keep my
feelings for him in check. It’s not like I’ve never had a friends with benefits arrangement before. I didn’t have a problem keeping my emotions out of it. But then I’d never spent the night or showered or felt any type of connection to anyone before either.

  I junked all the crap I’d been cc’d on that was unimportant and read Bruce’s last message. His team didn’t think it was worth it to try and track down a solvent that was unregulated and easily purchased. They didn’t want to waste valuable resources. He’d also run the Stevenses credit cards and Delaney was right, they’d been out of town in Savannah. He was going back to their house today. My gut told me it was going to be a dead end. I didn’t think Mary Beth was manufacturing or selling anything. Her house was simply a party house due to lack of parental supervision.

  My office phone rang and, without looking away from my monitor, I hit the speaker button to answer.

  “Mercy James.”

  “Hi, Mercy. It’s Delaney Walker. Jason’s sister.”

  “Yeah. Hi. Everything okay?”

  “I think so. Listen, I’m sorry to bother you, but Jason’s not answering his phone and not returning my texts. Which, the calls, I understand, but I texted him I had something important to tell him and still nothing. Is he okay? He didn’t answer his office line either.”

  “Yeah, I think so, he was fine this morning.”

  “Oh, good, so he’s at work?”

  “Um.” Before I could answer Delaney, my office door opened and Jason walked in carrying two cups of coffee. “Hey, your sister’s trying to get ahold of you. You’re not answering your cell.”