Damn, she was wet, tight, and hot. This angle gave her the control to pump, and he liked how she felt clenching him and taking him deeper with her rhythm. Her movements started slow as he gripped her hips in his hands, guiding her until she built up the momentum herself with the passion growing within him. Her tempo kicked up, and she increased the pace. But he needed more. He flipped her to her back with one swift movement and held her wrists above her head. He paused at her entrance, then pressed himself into her, hard and deep, with one swift thrust, and then he started the quick, firm strokes that they would need to bring them both to orgasm. He struggled, holding off the rising pressure behind his balls begging him to release, until he felt her internal spasms signaling her climax. As the flood of pleasure hit him full force, her hot channel clenched around him, her wet heat drowning him in ecstasy.
She was never going to forgive him for tomorrow. Once she found out what he really had to do with Jacqueline to convince everyone he was still the same old love ’em and leave ’em Jason, she’d hate him. When he thought about what he had to do to save his cover, how was he going to send her off with Mosel so the other man could pick up the pieces of her broken heart?
* * * *
Kate and Jorge waited at the train station for Emily. She seemed anxious to start their day. Everyone had been briefed on the plan accordingly.
It was drizzling. The rain came down in a steady fine mist all morning. “Good,” Jason thought. It would slow down traffic and give them more time before they arrived at the station. The overcast day was as gray and dreary as his mood. God, how he hated sending her off now.
When he reached for her during the night, she responded as enthusiastically as she had earlier. He was thankful for their physical relationship, because he needed her more emotionally than he ever imagined possible. At least the physical covered up his emotional need. They’d slept wrapped naked in each other’s arms, and he made love to Emily several more times. Desperate to mark her, he suckled her breast and neck, leaving behind an enthusiastic love bite, as if putting his stamp on her claimed her. He hated the idea of being separated from her. And when she stirred again right before daybreak, he pushed into her soft responsive warmth—quietly and gently—making love to her. Did she know his secret? That somehow being inside her pushed aside his fears, the ugly past.
His anxiety wasn’t just about the separation or making up for lost time. Jason was sending her off to be with another man, one he didn’t trust at all, one she admitted she found attractive. He knew Mosel’s innate sexuality enticed her, and he might be the one man who could threaten his relationship with her.
Anything could happen when he put her at Mosel’s mercy. Their imminent separation could be permanent if the attraction she felt to Mosel was real, stronger than Jason believed. How many times could she deny him? What if he was playing with fire?
Neither of them seemed to want to talk about the future. Instead, they chose to ignore the potential consequences and concentrated voraciously on their lovemaking. It was too difficult to face the possible danger each of them would be risking in the coming weeks.
Even though Jason had revealed some of his emotions to Emily, they both knew they’d never be free to explore love and a future until they acknowledged their demons. This was their best chance to settle up.
“There they are.” Emily wouldn’t look at Jason as she waved to the couple waiting. She was using every ounce of her energy to prevent from sobbing and begging him to stay with her.
“I’ll just get out here.” She still didn’t turn to him, but she couldn’t resist the question haunting her. “What time are you meeting Jacqueline?”
“Em?” Jason put his hand on her leg.
“When do we catch the two of you going
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