When they returned to Crescent Court, Jaclyn appreciated Richard’s attentiveness. As a badass independent woman, the last thing she wanted to admit was that she was scared to be alone. Thankfully, she didn’t have to.
Within a few hours, she’d been cleared by a doctor and had her fill of room service appetizers and cupcakes galore. Jean brought her a bag containing her toiletries and some clothes, but didn’t hang around too long. They all agreed Jaclyn needed to rest.
As Richard started a shower for her, she checked her cell. News notifications were already hitting her feed across all platforms.
James Baxter, the CEO and founder of Baxter and Associates Acquisitions, is in custody amidst allegations of securities fraud. The scandal has rocked the company, sending its stock value plummeting. Mr. Baxter had no comment.
She walked into the dimly lit bathroom. “Nothing about the kidnapping is on the news.”
Richard set a towel for her on the bathroom counter. “That’s good. You’ll get to hold on to your privacy while you recover. Your shower’s ready whenever you are, and I dimmed the lights, but you can change them right here.” He pointed to the digital control panel on the wall.
“I’m definitely ready,” she said softly and slipped her hand around his neck, pulling him down for a hot kiss.
He tightened his arms around her waist, lifting her to her toes. “You have to relax. I don’t want you overexerting yourself.”
“This is what relaxes me.” Her lips nibbled the usually baby-soft skin around his mouth. “Mmm, your stubble is coming in thick. Why not let it grow out?”
He grabbed the razor from the sink. “I have a better idea. Get in the shower and I’ll join you in a minute.”
* * *
Richard finished a quick shave and stepped into the shower, a razor in one hand and a condom in the other.
Jaclyn glanced at the offerings and shook her head. “You can leave one of those behind.”
Lifting the foil-wrapped packet in his hand, he studied her. “Are you sure?”
The question hung with a weight bigger than both of them. Undoubtedly, Jaclyn had a long-established history of birth-control barriers. A woman in her position would have to protect herself, just as he always had. So much so, he’d never slipped in any woman unsheathed.
Her lips curled into a seductive smile. “Yes.”
One breathy word was all it took for that condom to land in the bottom of the trash can.
Her face tilted toward the rainfall showerhead from the ceiling, Jaclyn finished rinsing the conditioner from her hair. His hand worked around her wet body as he tasted her lips, then trailed kisses and licks down her chest and torso as he dropped to his knees.
With a handful of body wash, he lathered her legs and shaved around every taut muscle of her calves and thighs. Teasing her, he took in a mouthful of the water streaming down her sex as he finished the last stretch of her shave. He laid the razor on the ledge. Palming the cheeks of her ass, he pulled her into his face, lazily lapping up every bit of sultry sweetness escaping from her core.
He stood, leaning over to suckle her breast as his thumb circled her clit. She clawed his back as he sent two fingers into her center. She whimpered as he worked them in and out, saturating his hand with her heat. He unlatched from her nipple, then trailed his hot kisses up her neck and tugged her earlobe with his teeth.
“Turn around,” he said, tenderly pulling his fingers from her core.
Jaclyn pivoted slowly.
He gripped her wrists, pulling her hands to the granite wall. She held them there as he massaged down her arms, washing her soft, soapy breasts, and worked his way down. Her swollen folds were soaked and slick. He fisted himself, pumping hard before taunting her with the tip at her entry.
“Yes,” she said on a little gasp, her voice needy.
“Do you want me, baby?” Resting the weight of his cock against her butt, he wrapped his arm around her, giving his fingers access to her sensitive spot.
He heated her neck with his breaths, feeding his low words to her ear. “I have to hear what you want. Say it. Tell me what you need.”
Her breathing stuttered as she gasped for air. “Please. I need you inside me.”
He slid the tip in, then out. “Is that what you want? Or can your sweet little pussy take more?”
She grabbed his thigh and backed into him. He groaned and braced against the wall for support, careful not to slam into her. Her hips thrust backwards, desperate and greedy for his dick.
“More. Please,” she said, panting. “I need you to fuck me harder.”
Her dirty words driving him, Richard forced the length of his shaft inside. Setting a quick rhythm, he pounded faster with each pass. His fingers strummed her clit, which was blooming in her swollen folds. Her climax created a shock wave around his cock.
As her body erupted in a series of shudders and screams, he held her tight, coming hard deep inside her.
* * *
After their shower, Richard chuckled as Jaclyn sorted through the bag Jean had brought her. It looked like her friend had packed every type of clothing Jaclyn might need, leaving nothing off the list except ski wear and muumuus.
Despite all the options, Jaclyn seemed to prefer lounging in one of his T-shirts. She opted for his wonderfully oversized and supremely soft Texas A&M top to rest in as they lay in bed and flipped through channels.
He admired the fit. “If the school needs to get recruitment up, I could always snap a shot and paste it to your profile.”
She smiled and curled into his chest. “It’s my alma mater too. What year did you graduate?”
He spun through potential answers as he stalled her with a kiss. “What makes you think I graduated?” His nose rubbed hers as he smoothed her hair behind her ear. “I wasn’t always too good to be true.”
Jaclyn hugged him harder as he pulled up the comforter, giving her the perfect plush warmth for a well-deserved catnap. The moment was peaceful. Right.
Deceptively perfect.