Page 50 of One More Night

All while pumping that glorious cock deep inside of me.

“You bring a single case here.” His hands slide under my ass, lifting my hips. “Even one tiny personal item. And that’s it—you live here now. No going back.”

“I can’t change my mind if things don’t work out?” I tease, well aware I could never walk away.

“Why would you?” His thumb finds my clit, rubbing in tight little circles as he thrusts deep and hard. “Besides, I wouldn’t let you.” His eyes close briefly, his brow furrowed as he sighs. “There’s nothing that can compare to your pussy, baby. Nothing.”

The first wave of my climax hits me hard and unexpectedly. Seeing that look of contention on his face? Knowing I put it there?

He pays me compliments in ways I never thought I’d yearn for.

“That’s it.” His hips slam the inside of my thighs, his assault bruising as he grips my ass with insistent fingers. “Come for me, Corinne. Cover my cock with it.”

I reach for him; hands grappling for something to solidify this is real as he pushes my body over the edge. My climax fades, only to be replaced with a toe-curling orgasm. My entire body tenses as he jerks his release into me, every muscle rigid.

Jordan’s chest heaves as he watches me intently, slowing his hips to a languishing pace as our highs fade.

The lust remains.

“I’m glad you came back to me, Corinne.”

“I am too.” My palm skims his thigh.

“You could never be anyone else’s.” He runs his bottom lip between his teeth before adding. “Ever.”

The look in his eye, the power his body exudes as he kneels before me… I don’t doubt that.

I also get the feeling he’s the kind of man who’d go to some pretty extreme lengths to keep it that way, too.

I’ve never felt safer.