Page 45 of The Hero She Loves

Her hot tongue pressed against him. Her hand slid to the base of his cock, holding him as her head bobbed.

“Jenna,fuck. So good.” He had to fight from coming straight away.

Looking down, he watched her sucking him, her cheeks hollowing. She took him as deep as she could, making a little hum of pleasure.

He wanted to thrust deep, wanted to fuck her sweet mouth.

Her gaze met his and she sucked harder.

Park’s willpower tore like paper. “Suck me, Jenna.”

She did. Taking him deeper.

He cupped her jaw, his thumb sliding over her skin. “You like my cock in your mouth? You like the way I taste?”

For an answer, she moved faster.

He groaned, his hips thrusting forward. “Fuck. I’m going to come.” His hand slid into her hair. “You going to swallow for me?”

Jenna didn’t let up, just nodded as she worked his cock with her mouth.

“I’m coming.” With a deep groan, he came, shooting his release into her mouth. She kept sucking, swallowing it all down.

“Jesus.” He was out of breath, like he’d run ten miles with a heavy pack.

Jenna eased her mouth off his cock and rose. She smiled, her blonde hair spilling around her face. “I’m going to get ready. We need to get going.”

He grabbed her wrist, and her gaze met his.

He wanted to say something, but he didn’t know what.

She winked at him and slid off the bed.

Casual. They were keeping this casual. He couldn’t let himself forget that. He pinched the bridge of his nose. That was what he wanted.

He had to keep reminding himself of that.

Forty minutes later, they were both dressed and in the Tahoe.

“The Hoskins, Tom and Sheryl, are both former corporate executives from Chicago,” Jenna said. “They burned out from working long hours and decided to retire to Alaska. They built an off-grid cabin.”

Park navigated a bumpy section of road. “Let’s hope they’re just sick, or their vehicle broke down.”

She nodded. There were lines bracketing her mouth, and he knew that she was worried.

They reached the end of the trail.

“We walk from here,” she said.

After he’d parked the SUV, they both pulled on their backpacks. Then, they set off into the trees.

The Hoskins had picked a nice spot. They came to the edge of the tree line. Park took in the cute A-frame cabin, made of a rich, dark wood. Glass windows faced the view into the valley.

It was quiet. He scanned their surroundings. “No vehicle.”

“There’s nothing,” Jenna said, her voice low.

No one came to greet them. There were no animal noises.