Page 5 of Falling for Love

“Shit,” he mutters. With a shift of his hips, he begins to thrust, and God, he feels so good, so thick, as he moves inside me.

I have so many heavy issues weighing on me but everything scatters as I focus on Jack. With a groan, he picks up his pace, driving into me over and over. I slide my hands to his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin, holding on while pleasure overwhelms me and I come closer to an explosive climax.

Closing my eyes, I let the rising need take over and he slams up and into me until my breath catches in my throat. “Oh God, I’m—I’m coming!” My core clenches and releases, waves of pleasure washing over me.

“That’s it, baby. Come on my cock,” he says, taking one hand and sliding it between us until he’s rubbing my clit and I see stars.

He pinches the tight bud, and I fall over the edge—again? Still? I can’t tell. I’m just one ball of bliss, my vision a blur, my ears ringing. I’m soaring and my climax lasts so long I’m afraid I might pass out.

Just as it ebbs, Jack groans and thrusts hard once, twice, and he stills, his own orgasm slamming into him, his hips making small jerks as he comes.

When I come back to earth, I’m breathing heavily, only to find him staring at me, a sated yet pleased smile on his handsome face. He presses a long kiss to my lips before lifting me off him and for the first time during sex, I feel the loss. The thought rocks me to my core because no matter how good this is between us, there can’t be a second opportunity for Jack and me. No more get-to-know-you time for us. This was an escape and unfortunately, it’s over. I need to leave soon.

He ties off the condom and walks back to the restroom, obviously to get rid of it, and I watch his back and spectacular ass as he retreats, returning with a towel in his hand. He strides over and kneels down to clean me.

“A gentleman,” I say to cover the awkwardness I’m feeling.

He rises to his feet. Taking my hand, he leads me to the bedroom, pausing to put the towel in the bathroom, and instead of telling him I should leave, I go along willingly.

I slide into the bed beside him, and he picks up the portable hotel phone. “I’m hungry,” he says.

I laugh. “Again?” He devoured a burger and fries a few hours earlier.

“Again. Are you going to join me?”

A smile pulls at my lips. “Fine. You decide what we should eat.” What am I doing? I should be getting dressed and going home, not becoming more involved with the man who just gave me the best orgasm of my life.

Dessert arrives not long after and we eat a variety of treats, some with our fingers, others off each other’s bodies before showering together and getting back into bed. Despite knowing it’s smarter not to get to know him, he tells me more about his big family, his sister and twin brothers, and his partners and their significant others.

After we talk, he tackles me to the mattress for another round of earth-shattering sex, then falls asleep while I lie awake, waiting until he’s out cold and won’t notice when I slide from beneath the sheets.

I don’t want to sneak out and leave him without saying goodbye, but it seems easier this way. I can’t bring anyone into my life because Chandler will go out of his way to destroy them by whatever means necessary. He’s not just my ex, he’s my current blackmailer, a man with power and influence.

In his mind, I’m still his significant other, on call whenever he needs me for an event or whatever else he deems important. My family is well-connected in this town, and that, too, makes me the perfect Stepford wife on his arm. But I can’t wait to get him out of my life, and I’ll never stop trying to find an escape that won’t destroy me in the process.

I step closer to the bed, memorizing Jack’s face so when I’m feeling down, I can think about him and have a reason to smile. Then, I tiptoe into the outer area of the suite, picking up my clothes and dressing before quietly letting myself out the door.

CHAPTER THREE

Taylor

The next morning, I wake up and memories of last night immediately flood my mind. Jack. I curl against my pillow, imagining his cedarwood scent, and I can’t help but smile. In a world of shitty people, he’s one of the good ones. A great guy, relaxed, fun, and yes, sexy. In fact, it was the best sex I’ve ever had. I hold the memory of him close for a few minutes longer before facing the world.

I pick up my phone from the nightstand. It’s nine a.m. I overslept and there are way too many missed voice messages from Chandler.

I take the phone with me to the bathroom and hit play while I brush my teeth.

“Taylor, we’re having lunch today at Hank’s. Meet me at my office at eleven thirty so we can walk in together at noon.”

I roll my eyes. It would never cross his mind to think I had a business meeting or other plans. Luckily, I make my own hours, and I’m always on top of things.

I press the next message.

“Taylor, I need to know you got my message. Call me back.” I hear the irritation in his voice.

And the next.

“Where the hell are you? When I call, I expect to hear back.” My stomach twists at the annoyance in his tone.