Page 364 of Double or Nothing

My throat closes.

“Jack…”

“You don’t have to say it back. Don’t worry.”

I laugh.

“I know I don’t have to say it. I’ll do it because I want to.” I press my lips gently against his. Ever so gently. “I love you, Jack.”

For a moment, I feel only his presence. His face up close to mine. The familiar warmth of him. The clean scent of his cologne.

Then his arms move around me.

He holds me against his chest.

No urgency. No demand. No playboy swagger.

Only strength.

Jack’s breath brushes my ear as he leans in.

“My bedroom missed you. My bed felt empty.”

He slips my coat from my shoulders, drops my suit jacket on the floor. I do the same to him.

My fingers are shaking as they loosen his tie. My heart pounding as he mirrors my actions.

He’s faster with my shirt buttons than I am with his, because I’m quaking. Desperate. I need his body so bad it hurts.

We’re both shirtless by the time we reach the bed, my hands roving up and down his ripped abs like they’re the fountain of life after a drought. He unbuckles my belt and tugs my pants down with my trousers, and I kick off my shoes and socks.

Then it’s my turn with him. I’m forceful with his belt, practically tearing his trousers down.

His cock is rock hard along with mine. Two shafts pressing together like pulsing rods before I push him backwards onto the mattress.

He doesn’t protest at being the one on the bottom this time, just welcomes me up on top of him with open arms and a wicked smile on his face. I raise his arms over his head, grinding against him as I kiss him with everything I have.

I love you.

The words are in my mouth, but I say them in silence this time, my tongue entwining with his.

I love the man underneath me, from his gorgeous body to his cocky smirk. I adore him. His reckless bravery, his cracking sense of humour, the deviant hunger in his hips as he bucks up against me. He brings out every ounce of dirty in me, and I want his ass. I need his ass.

I rise myself up enough to spit on my fingers, and he lifts his legs for me in offering, spreading his ass cheeks.

This is another side of Jack that doesn’t usually come to the surface. He’s normally taking the lead all the way.

I push in two fingers at once, and his ass clenches as I delve. He groans as I push in a third.

“Go on,” he says. “Give it to me.”

I lube him up some more with spit before I line my cock up and press the head against his tight hole. I brace myself on my forearms and go in for the thrust, once, twice, three times before his ass opens up enough to take me.

Jack Reid, the master of the bedroom, is underneath me, letting me take my fill.

It’s another gift I’m grateful for.

I kiss him with every thrust of my hips, high on the way he moans for me. I drive balls deep and glide my hips slowly. The rhythm slow enough to make my balls ache. I just want this to last for all time.