Chapter 19

Juno

I could barely breathe as Jack took control and pushed me beneath him, my body betraying any protests in my head. All I could think of was the obvious hardness in his pants, his body poised over me already.

The thought of having him inside me made my torso heat up and wetness form between my legs. I wanted him to take me and could think of nothing else as his mouth came crashing down on me again. Although I felt a little fear, there was something about him and the way he'd been so considerate so far that pushed past all the objections. Not to mention the chemistry. I wanted him, whether it was good for me or not.

As his free hand wandered and cupped my breast, I moaned into his passionate kiss. Immediately, he plunged his tongue past my lips and claimed me even further.

I instinctively tried to reach for him and explore him, too, wanting to run my hands along his muscular chest, but he kept my arms pinned above my head, refusing me the option. Entirely at his mercy, I felt a hint of panic ripple through me. Before it overwhelmed me, his free hand moved lower, pushing my skirt up and reaching for my pussy.

Already slick, I knew he'd find me ready for him. I tried to squeeze my thighs together, but he was already between them, holding them open.

Pushing my panties to the side, he slid his fingers deep into my wet folds. I groaned against him, the penetration taking me by surprise but feeling so good.

"Damn, you're wet for me, kitten," he said as he pulled away from our kiss. "Do you want me in you?"

I nodded without thinking, too caught up in how this felt and how hot this powerful man was. While I looked into his deep brown eyes, I heard him undo his zipper.

Not daring to look anywhere but his face, I felt his fingers withdraw, leaving me empty and hungry.

Again, I tried to move my arms, wanting to reach up and pull him deep inside me, to be full of nothing but his hard cock. He held me still, but he brought himself to my entrance, pressing against my wet folds but denying me the satisfying fullness I yearned for.

"Ask me, kitten," he said. "Ask me to take you."

"Please, Falcon," I replied, the words coming out of me without hesitation. I bucked my hips at the same time, trying to push myself onto him, but he pulled back and growled.

"Lie still. I'll take you when I'm ready," he said, his face stern.

Exhaling, I fought to do as I was bid, but I didn't have to fight my desire for long before he thrust into me. Again, I moaned, but it was muffled against his lips as he claimed my mouth once more.

For a moment, he stilled within me, his body entwined with mine, every inch of him in control. Slowly, he eased back and forth, pulling out only to fill me once more.

I tried to thrust against his pace, wanting him deeper and faster, but he denied me every attempt to speed things up, forcing me to give him control.

As I yielded and shifted my legs and hips to give him a better angle, he thrust harder, driving deep into me. I felt my pleasure building, tightening my slick pussy around his hard cock until the pressure tipped me over the edge, moans and shudders of orgasmic heaven rippling through me.

He peaked a moment later, pushing deeper one last time and holding himself there while he filled me with his cum.

Slowly, we came down together, our bodies remaining entwined until he finally let go of me and pulled back.

I tried to make myself a little more decent again, aware that my panties were probably ruined but not daring to do more than just pull my skirt back into place and try to fix my hair.

He looked at me as I sat back. Slowly, he smirked.

"What?" I asked, trying to appear stern and not to smile back.

"You look even more gorgeous with an ‘I've just been fucked' redness to your cheeks."

I gasped that he'd dare say something like that, but it only made him grin even wider at me.

"That's not the sort of thing you say to a lady," I said.

"Then it's a good thing you're a kitten and not a lady," he replied without missing a beat. At the same time, the car pulled to a halt outside a large hotel. He took my hand as his bodyguard opened the door for us. At the same time, a doorman opened the hotel door, and we were ushered inside.

I tried not to stare as I took in the insides of the hotel lobby. It was stunning, everything a combination of old stonework, new glass, and modern metalwork.

Jack merely waved at the receptionist and headed for a large, sweeping staircase to one side.

"I'll check Juno in for you, boss," one of the bodyguards said as he peeled off toward reception. The other led the way to the hotel room, making sure the coast was clear before we walked down the hallway on the second floor.

He also produced the key to Jack's room, admitting us both.

"Next door if you need us," the burly man said as Jack pulled me into his hotel suite.

For a moment, I didn't know what to do but stand in the middle of the room and look around. It was a living room of sorts with a small bar at one end, a large sofa, a TV, and a coffee table taking up most of the rest of the room. Two doors led off to the left, one of them wide open to reveal a plush bedroom, a suit laid out on the covers.

"Oh, good, housekeeping has my suit ready for tomorrow," Jack said when he noticed it.

I raised an eyebrow as he went over to it and moved it to hang from the still wide-open door. It was a charcoal-gray three-piece, and I tried to imagine him in something so smart.

Before I could ask what it was for, he came back over to me and put an arm around my waist while lifting my chin.

"Now, where was I? Ah, yes, enjoying the kitten I've brought back to my den."

My breath hitched in my throat as he gazed down at me, his eyes the hungry ones of a predator. I was caught in his web, and the thought alone made me wet again. As he plunged his mouth down on mine, claiming me once more, I let out the smallest moan, my voice betraying my desire.

I yielded to him instinctively, wanting to feel his hands on my skin. And this time, I was also free to explore. Reaching for him, I ran my hands over his chest, the muscles beneath his shirt firm and warm.

He pulled me into the bedroom, his powerful arms wrapping around me and practically carrying me. Heat rushed through me in anticipation of what was to come. This man was everything I'd ever wanted, wrapped in spice and strength.

This time, his hands explored me properly, taking the time to remove my clothing and reveal every inch of my skin. I slowly did the same to him, undoing each button of his shirt and running my hands across the chest beneath.

I moaned as he cupped my breasts, running a thumb across each nipple until they were hard nubs, and then he moved onto my skirt, pulling it down and helping me step out of it.

When I reached for his pants, he stopped me, taking my hands in his.

"Not yet," he said. "I want to see you first."

I paused, suddenly feeling self-conscious and aware of his gaze on my body. As his fingers slipped under the edge of my panties, I felt a ripple of desire and fear head up my spine, making me shudder.

"Relax," he said. "I won't bite hard."

My eyes went wide at the extra word he'd added to the common saying. People said they didn't bite. Did that mean he liked it rough?

He smirked and slipped my panties down and off my body while I was distracted. A moment later, I stood before him, naked and wet.