Free Hooker by J. L. Perry Page A

sweetly touches a place deep inside me.
    ‘Look at me, beautiful. I need you to see who’s making you feel like this … who’s giving you pleasure.’
    A smile spreads across her face as her eyes flutter open. ‘Nobody could ever make me feel the things that you do, Brock. Nobody.’
    Normally if another woman said that to me, I’d freak the fuck out. If anything, Jade’s words set off the caveman inside me. I want to be the only person to make her feel like this. I don’t want anyone touching her.
    She’s mine
.
    *
    JADE
    Tonight Brock’s given me more than he’ll ever know. He’s shown me how beautiful sex can be when it’s with the right person. Tonight I’m not a hooker—I’m just plain old Jade, a woman. What a wonderful feeling that is.
    With every thrust he brings me higher and higher. I never knew it could feel like this. I guess those girls in the pornos aren’t faking it after all. Rolling onto his back, he brings me with him so I’m now straddling his waist. God, he feels so good.
    Placing my hands on his shoulders for leverage, I move my hips in a circular motion as pure ecstasy consumes my body.
    ‘Jade,’ he breathes. Slightly lifting his torso off the bed, he sucks my nipple into his mouth. It sends pleasure shooting down to my core. ‘Christ, you feel amazing. I can’t seem to get enough of you.’ He sits up and I wrap my legs around himas his arms encircle my waist, bringing me even closer. ‘You intoxicate me, Miss Davis,’ he whispers against my skin.
    That’s all I need to send me over the edge again. Wrapping my arms firmly around his neck, I throw my head back and moan as the most intense orgasm rockets through me. Within seconds, I feel his body shudder and I know he’s coming undone too.
    ‘Sweet Jesus,’ he groans as his mouth finds mine. We’re both breathless, but neither of us move. I don’t want to break the connection I have with him. I wish we could stay like this forever.
    Brock Weston has managed to cleanse me of all my previous sins.

CHAPTER EIGHT
    JADE
    ‘Jade.Wake up, sweetheart,’ I hear as someone peppers tiny kisses all over my face. Opening one eye, I see Brock smiling down at me. It’s a wonderful sight to wake up to.
    ‘Good morning, beautiful.’
    ‘Morning,’ I groan as my arms slide around his neck. I’m aching in places I didn’t even know existed. I feel like I’ve been hit by a bus.
    ‘As much as I hate the thought of kicking you out of my bed, it’s just after six, and I promised I’d have you back in your room before Rupert wakes.’
    I sigh. I’m not ready for this to end.
    Brock places a soft kiss on my lips before helping me sit up. ‘I’ve ordered us some breakfast. Maybe we can have a quick shower together while we wait for it to arrive?’ He stands and extends his hand out to me.
    ‘You’re amazing.’
    I don’t know what feels better, the warm water beating down on my sore and weary muscles, or Brock’s strong hands as he washes me. Nobody has ever washed me before. There’s something so erotic, yet beautiful, about it. I’m notused to this attentiveness, but it’s something I could easily get used to.
    ‘You have the most incredible skin,’ he says as his mouth trails kisses down my neck and his hands cup my breasts.
    ‘I’ll never forget the time we’ve spent together.’
    ‘Neither will I,’ he says with a grin. ‘You say that like it’s so final. I don’t want this to be the end of us, Jade. I want to see you again. Not just here in New York, but once we’re back in Sydney as well.’
    Tears sting my eyes at his words.
If only
. I wish that more than anything, but I know it’s impossible. Fisting my hands in his hair, I bring his mouth down to mine. I want to savour every second we still have. I don’t want to ruin it by telling him I can’t see him anymore.
    He backs me up against the tiles and deepens the kiss. As tender as I’m feeling, I need to have that connection with him one more time.