Page 78 of Love Under the Microscope
He gasps. “Baby, you don’t—”
He doesn’t finish because I cup his balls and lick along the length of his shaft, taking my time and making sure I don’t miss a single inch of him. When I reach the tip, I swirl my tongue around it.
“Fuck, Zelda.”
I’m happy he’s enjoying this because I sure am. My panties are wet. I take as much of him as I can into my mouth. My hand goes around him and pumps, and I suck, taking him deeper until he touches the back of my throat.
“Shit, that’s it.” He groans. “This is amazing.”
I stare at Jack through watering eyes as I’ve just about hit my gag limit and smile around his dick. He looks at me almost reverently and strokes a hand over my hair. When I gently pull him out of my mouth and allow my teeth to lightly scrape against his smooth dick, Jack drops his head back and curses. The pure desire on his face makes me even wetter, and I become more desperate for him.
“Do you want me to keep going, or do you want to fuck me?” I ask.
“I need to fuck you.” He reaches down to his jeans and pulls a foil package out of his pants. “You’re not the only one who’s prepared.”
My heart melts.
He lifts me so we’re face-to-face. His mouth goes on mine, and he gives me a soul-scorching kiss. I’ll never get tired of his kisses. His tongue spars with mine, fighting to be the one giving the most pleasure. It’s a battle I don’t care if I win. I’m enjoying every second. It’s hard to know where he begins and I end. We’re so close, yet we pull on each other to become even closer. As we nip and suck, Jack pushes me back onto my couch, and I land on the soft cushions.
I drop open my legs, inviting him in, needing him inside me. He rolls on the condom.
I push my hips up, getting impatient. Jack puts one hand on my hip and the other under my knee, pulling my legs farther apart, and pushes inside me. As he fills me, my heart races, and my breaths become heavier. Jack drives in and out of me.
“Oh, Jack.”
He slows his pace and circles his hips. Things calm. Our breaths are slower, too. Our gazes lock on each other. This feels entirely different from when we’ve had sex before—it feels like more. It’s not frenetic but soft and romantic.
The room is quiet and dimly lit, and this is quite possibly the single most romantic sex I’ve ever had. The smell of Chinese takeout aside. I focus on Jack, on the scent of him, and the gleam of sweat on his skin.
He brings out another side of me, the one that wants a quiet life with someone—staying in at night reading books together or going out for dinners to newly discovered restaurants and long walks as we talk about our day. Zentello may be the reason we met, but I don’t feel the need to talk to him about predicted sales figures or product road maps. I just want to be with Jack in any way I can, but I hope more like this.
Many more times like this.
I just love every moment of our time together.
And I really, really like the sex.
CHAPTER 19
JACK
The following morning, Zelda makes us breakfast, ensuring plenty of strong coffee. Guess she has a coffee maker, after all. Caffeine is a must today. We finish eating but still have coffee left to drink. I place her bare feet on my lap.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Giving you a foot massage. That’s the least I can do for keeping you awake most of the night.” I rub her arch. “We never came up with a plan to get your pages back. You mentioned breaking in again.”
She stares at me warily. “You want to rappel down the building now?”
I laugh. “No, I don’t. But we didn’t find anything in his office, right?”
“Hmm.”
“Okay, there may be something in his safe, but we don’t know that. However, what if we brought a safe cracker on board?” It’s a crazy idea, but the way I see it, the sooner we have Zelda’s formula, the sooner I can publish my story and get Drew off my back. “I interviewed a bank robber once. I bet he could help us.”
“Nope.”
“Honestly, it’ll work. He can break in with the safecracker, get the notes, and get out of there much easier than we could, so why not?”
