Chapter 16

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O ne of Jayda’s pet hates in high school had been girls assuming she must over-eat in private due to her size, when nothing could be further from the truth.

She’d always been a small eater, and while she loved carbs as much as the next girl she watched her weight because she’d been naturally ‘blessed’ with curves.

These days, she rarely kept treats in the house because she’d rather resist temptation. But an hour after her mother left, when she’d showered and slipped into her favourite PJs, she was eternally grateful she had a stash of baking chocolate in the pantry. Not half as good as the real thing but this was an emergency.

She’d broken off three squares when her doorbell rang. Great. Saved by the calorie police. Though in reality she had no idea who would drop by unannounced at eight on a weeknight. The few friendships she maintained from high school were with women who were the epitome of polite and drop-ins were non-existent. Her mother wouldn’t have come back, and if it was her father…this could get ugly and not even baking chocolate could save her.

Cursing under her breath, she stuffed the chocolate back into the pantry and padded to the front door. Wishing she’d installed a peephole when she’d moved in, she opened it a crack and instantly wished she hadn’t changed.

An incredibly handsome Brock, in dark denim and an olive polo shirt, stood on her doorstep.

‘Hey,’ he said.

No apology for turning up out of the blue without warning her first. No smile. Just those almost ebony eyes boring into her as if he could read every secret in her soul.

‘Hey.’ She opened the door to let him in because in that moment she knew he would provide much better comfort than second-rate chocolate.

And what she had in mind would burn calories rather than increase them. Win-win.

She’d barely closed the door when she was on him, pushing him up against the wall, dragging his head down to hers so she could kiss him.

He didn’t stop her. He didn’t hesitate. Sensing her need, he picked her up and stumbled into the living room before depositing her on the sofa and covering her body with his.

His weight squished her and she revelled in his heaviness, raising her hips so she could rub her clit against his hard dick.

As his tongue swept into her mouth he wrenched open her pyjama top, sending buttons flying. Heat burned between her thighs as he kneaded her breasts with his hands, rolling the nipples between his thumb and forefingers, plucking at them until she writhed beneath him, desperate for more.

Damn, this man knew exactly what she liked.

Her hands found their way between their bodies, pushing down her pyjama bottoms and kicking them off before unzipping him.

‘Are you clean?’ she asked, already rubbing the head of his cock against her clit, drenched with needing him deep inside her.

‘Yes,’ he said through gritted teeth. ‘Celibate since last test six months ago.’

She didn’t have time to process that particular revelation because she was guiding him straight to where she wanted him most and arched her hips, burying him to the hilt.

He groaned and slid his hands under her ass, tilting her as he slid out and drove in again.

‘Oh, yeah, just like that,’ she whispered, clamping her legs around his waist, tightening her thighs better than any stair-climber at gym.

‘You feel so fucking good,’ he said, burying his face in her neck as he thrust into her, over and over, hitting her sweet spot every single time.

Her muscles tensed as wave after wave of pleasure swamped her and she bit down on his shoulder as she came. Her orgasm galvanised him as he thrust in and out, hard and fast; the friction between them grew so exquisite it bordered on pain, until he stiffened and came on a guttural moan that tweaked something deep in her soul.

They didn’t speak.

They didn’t move.

Jayda didn’t care.

As long as they stayed like this, joined in the most intimate way, she could forget every stupid complication in her life and live in the moment.