licked his neck and pressed her womanhood full throttle against him, he also felt on fire with need.
“We’ve got to hurry,” she rasped, unfastening the front of his pants and freeing his rock-hard arousal.
Jack stretched his neck and clamped his teeth together as her fingers encircled him. No matter how many times he felt her touch, it was like the first time all over again. It never failed to amaze him how much control this one little spitfire had over him. He’d wanted her every second of every day for three years. In the beginning, he’d been successful at staving off his attraction to her. At least to some extent. Now he was as much a slave to it as he had once been to drink.
Addictive personality disorder. That’s what an overpaid shrink had told him when he was nineteen, in college, and drunk more than he was sober. In a life where he could rely on few things—his jet-setting parents had been too busy with their social life and traveling around the world for him to form any meaningful bond with them—the whiskey bottle had always been there. Empty? No problem. Twenty bucks bought him another one.
But with Mallory…
With Mallory he felt constantly like a guy staring at an empty bottle wanting more. Except at moments like this. When he could feel her nipples pressing into the middle of his palms. Hear her rapid breathing and whispered orders in his ears. Sense the urgency in her as his own reached a feverish pitch.
Mallory’s fingers squeezed his shaft almost to the point of pain then moved up and down.
He’d have to bite her later….
“Hold onto my shoulders,” he ground out, running his hands over her outer thighs then lifting her so her legs hugged his hips. He immediately felt her damp heat against his straining erection and groaned.
“Condom,” he said. “Back right—”
“Pocket,” she finished, waving the foil packet at him.
She opened it with her teeth, then within two blinks had him sheathed and beyond ready.
Only the position wasn’t as easy as it seemed.
“Back me up,” she said sharply, growing as frustrated as he was.
You would think that they hadn’t had sex for six weeks instead of just that morning.
“You’re a bossy woman, you know that?”
She smiled, her eyes darkening as she stared at his mouth. “I know.” She kissed him. “Do it.”
He did it.
The moment her back met with the smooth wood of the door, she slapped her hands against it, using the barrier to steady herself. He looked down to find her at an accessible angle, her engorged flesh blossoming open and waiting to be claimed.
Dear Lord in heaven, but what this woman did to him.
Jack grasped her hips and fit the knob of his arousal against her tight opening, then stayed there, allowing sweet anticipation to wash over him. This was his whiskey bottle now. Mallory. And this instant right before…
Mallory bucked her hips forward and forced entry, then slid all the way down until her pelvis met fully with his.
Her moan mingled with his groan.
Oh, yes…
“Oh, no,” Mallory whispered, her eyes as big as the dessert plates in the other room.
2
MALLORY SWALLOWED HARD. It wasn’t possible that… There was no way that…
The door to the linen closet vibrated again.
“Hello?” a female voice drifted through the wood. “Is somebody in there?”
“Oh God,” Mallory whispered. “Oh God, oh God, oh God.”
She moved to put her legs down.
Jack only gripped her tighter.
“Jack, I—” She breathed.
He put a finger over her lips, a decidedly wicked look in his mocha-brown eyes. “Shh.”
He moved inside her. One long stroke that made a moan gather at the back of her throat, leaving her mouth eager to let it loose.
He wasn’t… He didn’t…
He stroked her again, long, hard and deep and her ability to think stopped altogether.
She didn’t care if both Layla and Reilly were standing on the other side of that door. She didn’t care if the L.A. police were about to break it in. All she could concentrate on was how very good it felt to have Jack so deep inside her.
“Oooh, oooh, oooh!” she rasped, trying to gain purchase against the moving door even as her crisis built.
“That’s it,” Jack said, leaning in to suckle her neck. “Come for me.”
And she did.
Her orgasm seemed to stretch on and on and on even as Jack stilled and strained in the throes of his own climax.
After long, heart-pounding moments Mallory blinked open her eyes to stare at the man who had given her more mind-blowing orgasms than any ten men combined. It wasn’t even remotely possible that every time just kept getting better and better, was it?
“Hello?” the voice drifted through the wood again along with a loud knock. “Open the door right this instant.”
Mallory swallowed hard as Jack finally allowed her to slide down his length to stand. Her body shivered at the sensation while her mind slowly grasped the levity of the situation.
Layla and Reilly were going to kill her.
She groaned as she stepped into her panties and slacks and tried to find the way back into her vest. “What are we going to say?” she whispered fiercely to Jack, who was putting himself together with one hand while he held the door closed with the other.
She stared at him as he stared back.
“Why not the truth?”
Mallory’s throat closed off air altogether. He wasn’t seriously considering telling them that they’d been sleeping together, was he?
“Are you insane?” she asked.
“Shh.”
She realized she’d nearly shouted the words.
Jack turned so that his back rested against the wood separating them from the persistent person on the other side of the door. He crossed his arms over his broad and impressive chest, looking a little too cheeky for her liking. “Actually, I’ve been thinking about this for a while and I think it’s about time we let them in on our little secret.”
Mallory’s movements slowed as she turned the vest right side out then yanked it over her
