He positioned himself behind her, blood roaring in his veins so fast he couldn’t think. He reached down and slid a finger across her swollen lips.
She whimpered.
He wanted to taste her. Just for a second. He shifted, cupped her cheeks, and spread them. Her gorgeous, glistening pussy was damn inviting, a second wasn’t going to be enough. He closed his mouth on her.
She moaned his name, and a shudder rocked her body. He flickered his tongue against her clit and sucked on it.
“Lex,” she cried and pushed back against his mouth.
She tasted so good. He grazed her clit with his teeth while she chanted his name. She started to buckle. Reluctantly, he released her and thrust a finger inside her. Her muscles clenched around it. He added a second one and flicked her clit with his thumb. She moaned and wiggled her ass against his fingers.
“Have you missed me?” he asked.
“Yes. Take me, please. Now,” she said, desperation in her voice.
“Do you want to fuck my fingers?”
“No.” Even as she denied it, her muscles clenched around him, and she cried out as an orgasm tore through her. She went still, then reached for him. Gripped him hard. “I need this. You. Inside me. Now.”
He needed to see her body. Feel her skin against his. He peeled the shirt off her back, rolled it toward her shoulders to bare the arch of her back. He dropped kisses along her spine while she tried to push him inside her. He took over, dragged the head of his cock and rubbed it across her wet pussy.
“Yes,” she sighed.
“The feel of you,” he whispered.
“All of you, Lex. Give me all of you.”
He positioned himself and pushed forward to the hilt. Her moan and his groan blended, and they both paused to savor the moment. She felt so good. So fucking good it was almost unfair to move. Her muscles tightened around his cock, and he knew he couldn’t hold back. This was going to be rough.
“It’s been a week, Jillian. A long, agonizing week.” Now he could hear the desperation in his own voice.
“Then take me, Lex,” she said. “Hard and fast. We need it.”
He withdrew from her and thrust forward. Each time, he pulled out, leaving her warmth to reclaim the bliss of sinking into her heat. Cool air. Molten heat. He buried himself inside her, pumping hard, fast, rough. With each stroke, she sucked him deeper, her pussy growing slicker. A week of frustration and stress had built up until he was a bomb waiting to explode.
“Harder,” Jillian urged him as though she’d read his mind.
“Anything for you, babe,” he whispered hoarsely against her ear, slamming into her, feeling each stroke in every corner of his body. He reached under to play with her nipples.
“Squeeze them.”
He kneaded her breasts, played with her nipples. She trembled and raised her ass higher. He reached between her legs to find her clit. “And this?”
“Be gentle.”
He chuckled. She hissed in pleasure when he stroked her sensitive nub. The hiss became a moan of “yes… yes… yes.” Then his name. He pushed her, taking her hard, pounding into her, claiming her as completely as she claimed him. Nothing else mattered but the two of them, and the looming orgasm. She went into still mode. She froze just before she hit the crest, but he didn’t stop. Gripping her hips, he picked up tempo. Loving her. The tingling started at the base of his spine and exploded through his body as he joined her, his cries mingling with hers.
Her knees gave way, and he followed her as they collapsed on top of the bed. Careful not to squash her, he rolled onto his elbow and pulled her close.
He kissed her gently, savoring the taste of her, memorizing the shape of her lips with his tongue. A sheen of sweat dotted her sun-kissed skin, and her eyes stared at him with a gentleness that warmed his chest. “I love you, Jillian.”
Her smile grew luminous. “I love you more, Lex.”
“Not remotely possible.” He pressed a kiss on her forehead and scooted off the bed. From the drone of the plane, they’d already taken off. He wondered where they were headed. He didn’t care. Jillian was home.
~*~
Jillian watched Lex, marveling at the sheer perfection of him. His broad chest, the hard planes and ridges of his stomach. He was magnificent. Her eyes moved lower, and heat pooled between her legs. He had a partial erection, which grew under her gaze. It didn’t matter that he’d just made furious love to her and made her scream like a demented fool. She still wanted him.
How she loved this man. Completely. Insanely. “I missed you.”
“I missed you more,” Lex said.
“Not remotely possible,” she threw his words back at him and extended her hand toward him. “Come here.”
He sat on the edge of the bed and stroked her cheek, traced a line down her chest to the button. “I need to feel your skin against mine.” She started unbuttoning her shirt, but he pushed her hands away. “No, I’m doing the unwrapping from now on.”
“Says the man who just made love to me in this.” She indicated his shirt, the tights, and shoes.
He turned his head and kissed her palm. “No, sweetheart. That was not making love. That was mindless fucking.”
“Don’t knock it. I happen to love the way you do it.”
“I noticed.” He threw the shirt, removed her shoes, and pulled her into his arms, trapping one of her legs between his and wrapping his over her hips. He hadn’t been kidding when he’d said he wanted more skin contact. They were like a pretzel. Even his erection was nestled between them, mocking her. He couldn’t be comfortable like that, but he seemed content holding her and stroking her back. He kissed her softly and studied her with such solemn eyes she wondered what was going on in his brilliant mind.
“Aren’t you going to ask where we’re going?” Jillian asked.
“No. As long as you are there, I don’t care.”
Wow. “What if Paula wants to reach you?”
“She’s under strict orders not to bother me for two weeks.”
“Two weeks?”
“Do you want more? I promised you a honeymoon to remember. If you want more…” He pushed the hair away from her face. “Anything you want.”
“Two is a good start.” She kissed him. “I’m happy you were coming for me. I don’t think I would have lasted another day.”
He rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. His touch was as light as a feather as he stroked his way to her waist then along her bare arm. He moved to her face. Parts of her that weren’t pressed intimately against him, he stroked.
“I should not have sent you away with your grandmother,” he said, his voice serious. “I panicked at the thought of losing you. Not being able to protect you. No matter how bad things are, we should always face them together.”
She didn’t know what had happened to bring his change in attitude, but she loved it. She threaded her hand with his and kissed his knuckles. “Okay.” She kissed his cheeks, his forehead, and his lips. She wiggled lower and rained kisses on his chest. “I’m going to make love to you.”
“No.”
“I wasn’t asking.” She reached down and gripped him. Slowly, she stroked him up and down, then rubbed her thumb across the tip of his erection. “I told you what I planned to do to you before you boarded the plane, and I meant it. I don’t just talk dirty. I play dirty, too.”
A growl rumbled his way. He sat up, reached for her, and kissed her hard. Possessively. Like he wanted to devour her. His reaction thrilled her. Before she realized his intention, his hand was between her legs, a finger teasing her swollen lips apart to stroke her clit. Heat burst through her.
She ripped her lips from his. “Nah-uh. I’m big on promises, and I’m keeping this one.” She shimmied lower, nudging his legs apart and sliding between them. Her breasts rubbed against his skin, sparks shooting through her. He watched her with heated eyes like he couldn’t wait for her to feast on him.
“Do you want to know how I pul
led this off?”
“Is that a trick question?” he growled.
She gripped his cock and stroked it from the base to the tip. “No.” She licked him and wiggled her eyebrows. “Yummy.”
Tremors rolled through him. “Okay. How?”
“Just a second.” She swirled her tongue around the head, taking him in her mouth. He groaned, and the sound sent a thrill through her. It never failed to amaze her that she could make him tremble.
Rubbing the tip across her lips, she threw him a naughty look. “I planned it with Douglas and Mathews. They knew my plane was landing at three. All they had to do was make sure you didn’t go anywhere.” She kissed the head and watched his eyes darken. “My original plan was to surprise you at home. When I landed, Mathews picked me up on the helicopter and brought me here. I told him to change the flight plan to the one he had last Saturday.”
“Come here.”
She cocked her eyebrows. “Oh, you think I’m that easy? I plan to enjoy this. Take my time. Make it last.”
He groaned. “You’re going to drive me insane.”
“That’s the idea.” She gripped his shaft and took him all the way in her mouth. A moan escaped him. She showed him how much she loved him, sucking him hard, then slow. Blowing on him.
His hands sunk into her hair, tugging close, caressing her scalp and ears. He rocked into her mouth, his eyes closing then opening. She hummed, feasting on him, her nails raking his thighs.
“Enough,” he ordered, taking charge. He pulled her up and rolled her onto her back, his kisses languid and deep. “I need to see you this time, love. I need to look into your eyes,” he whispered roughly against her ear. Then he positioned himself and joined with her.
She inhaled sharply as he stretched her so deliciously. He moved slowly. It was sensual and beautiful. He didn’t stop kissing her, and when they came, their eyes and hands were locked. They stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, as they understood they were finally were they needed to be. Together. Happy. Safe.
EPILOGUE
Jillian rested her head against Lex’s shoulder and watched her brothers and honorary Finnegans wow the crowd at Jivan Palace, their resort in St. Martin. Six months had passed since her wedding, and it was the grand opening of the resort. They’d flown with most of her family from Lex’s side, including Aunt Viv who seemed to have thawed toward Jillian. Jillian was convinced the entire scene before her wedding had been a test of some kind. Or maybe she just wanted a reason to forgive the bitter old hag. The woman still gave her occasional disapproving glares during family brunches. Faith insisted that only a child would thaw Aunt Viv.
Too bad. She and Lex weren’t ready to start popping out babies yet.
They’d also flown her grandmother and Zorah from Yerevan for the occasion. Her grandmother had cried when she’d seen the name of the resort, which had made Jillian cry, too. Changing the resort’s name was Lex’s way of honoring her father. Her husband didn’t do things in small measures.
Jillian went back to watching the show. Cian, the Director of Entertainment, had outdone himself. The high quality artistic performance by the resident performers was a blend of acrobats in zany costumes, nimble dancers, and daring stuntmen. The Finnegans might be the core of the group, but Cian had assembled stellar performers that rivaled the best in the field.
The applause was deafening when the final act ended. Jillian and her family left the auditorium and faced reporters and TV crews.
“How do you think the new troop performed, Mrs. Fitzgerald?” a reporter asked, pushing the microphone toward Jillian.
She only stiffened a little. Being in the limelight was getting easier. The knowledge that the reporters or the paparazzi were not out to get her and her husband’s reassuring presence helped her relax.
“Splendidly,” Jillian said. “I was amazed. So much talent. They came prepared and delivered. I’m proud of my family for bringing together such talented artists under one roof. ”
“Do you think you’d ever perform with your family again?”
“No, my Globe of Steel days are over. I had a blast doing it, though.” Laughter came from her audience.
“What about Hollywood? Are you still doing stunts?”
“Of course. A girl has to make a living.” More laughter. “I just signed up for the next Terra movie. I’m looking forward to working with Barbs again.” Another reporter asked a question, but she shook her head. “Enough, guys. My husband and I have to go. The stars of the show are waiting for you back there.”
As the reporters took off, her eyes met with those of a certain white-haired gentleman in a white suit. He tipped his hat in acknowledgment then melted into the crowd with his faithful scarred-face companion. Jillian grinned and glanced at her husband.
“Did you see him?”
Lex nodded. “I guess I better resign myself to having him keeping an eye on me.”
“Don’t worry, honey. As long as I’m happy, you won’t sleep with the fishes.”
The lines to take pictures with the performers were too long, and since her grandmother was staying with Estelle and her new beau, Lex and Jillian hopped on a golf cart driven by Douglas and headed to their private villa. Since they planned to visit the island often, Lex had gone ahead and bought one. It was the same one they’d used for their honeymoon. It was full of happy memories, untainted by the mayhem of their wedding day. Warwick. She refused to think of him. Not today.
“What did you think of the show, Douglas?” Jillian asked.
“Very impressive. Your father seemed happy.”
“He is. He said they plan to give private stunt lessons during the day to guests and local kids. I’ve never seen him so happy.”
As soon as Douglas left, Jillian disappeared in the bedroom for some alone time with her husband. She removed her dress and left the stockings and heels. When Lex appeared, he was carrying a present box. It was big, not the usual smaller, leather ones with jewelry. He really loved spoiling her, and she’d stopped complaining.
“Is that for me?”
“No, baby. It’s mine.”
“What is…?” Her voice trailed off when she noticed his tense expression. Her first thought was Warwick. That bastard. The havoc he’d caused the last six months still left a bitter taste in her mouth. Thank goodness Lex’s friends were resilient and resourceful. If only there was a way to speed up his execution. Troy got off too easy. Six months in jail for helping CDCR was a slap on the wrist. Having his brother released was the cherry on top. Jillian forced herself to focus on her husband.
“Who is it from?” she asked, forcing herself to speak in a normal voice and not give in to the hatred she had for her husband’s enemy.
He placed the box on the bed and pulled off the bow. Jillian walked tentatively to his side to look inside the box, her heart pounding. She saw what was inside and laughed, relief coursing through her. Then she saw the somber look on Lex’s face and stopped.
“Are you ready?” she asked.
“No.” He lifted the clown outfit from the box and made a face at the accessories inside the box. The red nose, oversized gloves and shoes, the makeup kit. “But anything for you, love.”
Jillian hugged him. She was going to make it up to him afterward. “I love you, you big goof. Now, sit and let me turn you into an even bigger goof. Can we send the pictures to all your Infinitus friends?”
“I’m not doing it,” he mumbled
“I was kidding, baby.” She nudged him into a chair and straddled him. He tried to distract her by stroking her cheek, kissing her neck, but she refused to let him. She opened the box of paints, scooped a dollop, and smeared it on his nose. “There. Look in the mirror.”
Lex studied his reflection, glanced at her, and sighed. “Okay. Do it.”
For the next hour, they had a blast. She made love to a clown and she loved it. He did too. Life with Lex was full of surprises and laughter, quick getaways to exotic locales for extreme adventures, and sensual deligh
ts. It was perfect.
THE END
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To learn more about the Infinitus Billionaires, see the summaries below and stop by my website to read more. I wrote the Fitzgerald family for a publisher and some of you may find the series a bit formulaic. The joy of indie publishing is it allows us to push boundaries with our characters, in and out of the bedroom. So if you love contemporary romance and want to read more about the Fitzgeralds, try that series. The link to the first boxed set is below. For now…
Meet the Rest of the Infinitus Billionaires
Roderick “Rod” Thorne (Rod’s story is next):
Owns: Media company with newspapers, TV, and radio stations
Height: 6ft 3in.
Physical appearance: Long shaggy hair, amber eyes, body of a weight-lifter
Socially: Charming, self-absorbed, the jokester in the group
Quirks: Gets bored easily, loves extreme sports of any kind, comfortable in jeans and T-shirts
Meet Rod here: http://bit.ly/RoderickThorne
Sloan Noelle:
Owns: Lingerie line
Height: 6ft 4in.
Physical appearance: brown wavy hair, aquamarine eyes with brown specs, a beard, wears glasses, lean, surfer body, a few tats over scars
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