Page 78 of Hannah and the Hitman

HANNAH

I liked Jack going down on me. No, loved it. LOVED it. But a girl had a list and wanted variety. And sex with Jack wasallabout the variety.

“I want to be railed over the back of the couch,” I admitted once I caught my breath and Jack was kissing his way up my body.

His head popped up, like a kid when someone said it was time to go get ice cream.

I bit my lip, then admitted, “This floor is pretty hard.”

His gaze shifted from heated intent to concern.

With the grace of a panther… no, a hitman, he popped to his feet, pulled me to mine and tugged me into his living room and over to his couch.

I laughed, which was so much better than crying.

His eagerness, I knew, was because he wanted to rail me over the back of the couch as much as I wanted to getrailed. But also, because he would probably do whatever I told him right about now.

He was contrite and apologetic. I believed him and his words. His truth. That I was different. That we were different and that was a surprise for him. That he could be more. That he, too, had valueto me.It was the perfect time to get what I wanted from him. And I wanted what Mia and Colin had in the book he and I shared on the plane. I wanted tolive.Without Perry’s level of shame and judgment.

“You want it rough, don’t you?” he asked.

His dark gaze raked over me. I was naked and he was in his suit.

“Yes.”

“Then be a good girl and do as I say. Bend over the back.”

“You can’t fuck me in your clothes.”

“You let me worry about that,” he replied.

Meaning all I had to do was obey. Oh my.

I licked my lips and moved behind the couch and put my stomach to the top edge. Then leaned forward.

His hands were on my hips, lifting me up so I was folded over comfortably. I could only see the dark leather, feel how cool it was beneath my fingers. My toes barely touched the floor.

I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I could hear. His belt clanged. His zipper hissed. A rustle of fabric. A hand on my hip.

“You good with me fucking you bare, gorgeous? You said you were on birth control. I’m clean. I’d never put you in harm like that.”

No condom? The idea had my pussy clenching.

“I’m good,” I said, a little awkwardly since I was pretty much talking to the back of the couch.

“There’s no going back, Hannah. Once I see my cum dripping from your pussy, you’re claimed. Mine.”

Oh God, those words were similar to what Colin said to Mia, but I didn’t think he was playing a role. He meant them. Jack to Hannah.

I squirmed as best I could. “Please, Jack.”

And he gave it to me. Every hard, thick inch of his dick thrust into me at once. Then fucked me like it was his job. Good. Hard. Long. Deep. Until we came on hoarse cries. Until he saw his cum slip from my pussy and he said, “Mine.”

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JACK

There was nothing better for curbing anger than makeup sex. And apologizing.