Page 50 of The Risk Taker

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Page 50 of The Risk Taker

I give myself a once over in the mirror, and as I look at my curves, I find beauty in them—thanks to Jamie. I take in the soft pink glow on my cheeks. It’s not from the sun, it’s from blossoming under Jamie’s touch.

The downstairs door opens, and Jamie calls out to me. Instead of answering, I rush to the dinner gong and hit it. As the sound vibrates through the house, I spread myself across the bed and wait for Jamie to find me. His footsteps pound on the stairs, and I chuckle silently at his eagerness.

“Fallon?” he calls out. “Where are you?”

I keep quiet as he rounds the corner and finds me sprawled out for him. A wide smile splits his lip. “I change my mind on the dinner gong. It’s definitely coming home with us.”

A home with Jamie. It’s all I ever wanted.

He tugs his shirt off as he enters the room. “Like you said, sex and food, it’s all I ever think about and now I get to bury my mouth between your legs and eat all night long. This is perfect, Fallon. You’re perfect,” he says, and a fine quiver goes through me. His nostrils flare as he comes close. He touches my lacy camisole, rubs it gently between his fingers.

“This is new.”

“You like?”

“I hope you didn’t pay a lot for it.”

I sit up, a little worried. “You don’t like it?”

In a move that catches me by surprise, he pulls me to my feet, and my body collides with his. “Oh, you’ve got it all wrong, babe,” he growls his voice dropping an octave as the hunger in his eyes intensifies.

“I…do,” I say, the need for this man’s hands on my body making it difficult to think with any sort of clarity.

“I was hoping you didn’t pay too much because I can’t wait a second longer to get you naked.”

His nostrils flare as he holds the camisole and tears it. I gasp, both shocked and delighted. The man does have a thing for tearing my clothes and I secretly love it.

“Oh,” I say.

“If it was expensive, I’ll replace it,” he murmurs softly as he cups my breasts and bends to take my nipples into his mouth. I run my hands through his hair, and throw my head back as pleasure races through me.

“Not expensive,” I whisper as he laves one nipple and pinches the other. Sensations race through me, settle between my legs. “That feels so good, Jamie.” I hold his head to me, and he pushes a knee between mine, spreading me until I’m sitting on his leg. I grind myself on his thigh and his tortured growl pulls a chuckle from my throat. Truthfully, I love the way he wants me.

“Something funny?” he asks, as he kisses a path up my neck.

“Nothing funny,” I say and ride his leg, rubbing and stimulating my clit, in ways that are making me delirious.

“You like torturing me, don’t you?”

“I would never do that,” I say as he kisses my ear, his breath hot on my flesh.

“Maybe I’ll tie you to the bed and jerk off into my hands and make you watch.”

I tremble. Almost violently.

Jamie laughs. “Like that idea, do you?”

“Yes, no, I don’t know,” I say, my mind on an erotic journey as I picture him doing just that.

He gives me a little shove and I fall to the bed. His grin is devilish as he tears into his shorts, and removes them, kicking them away. “Touch yourself,” he commands in a soft voice.

He takes his cock into his big hand and strokes from the base to the crown. He grunts something I can’t decipher, and when his gaze drops to the needy juncture between my legs, I slide the lace to one side to expose my pussy to him. “Finger yourself for me. Show me how you do it when you’re alone.”

I grin. Who knew Jamie was a true voyeur at heart? Not me, but if he wants a show I’ll give him one. I wet my lips and slide my fingers over my clit before I push them inside. A whimpering sound I have no control over escapes my lips, and with unabashed passion, I move my fingers in and out, growing hotter and wetter by the second.

“Yeah, baby, like that.” He cups his balls and continues to rub his cock, the muscles on his arms tightening as he increases the speed. “I loved fucking you this week. Your mouth. Your tits, and your sweet hot pussy.”

I moan as his nostrils flare with need. “But baby, I am going to take that virgin ass of yours tonight.”




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