Free Invitation to Seduction: Open Invitation, Book 1 by Jasmine Haynes, Jennifer Skully Page B

warmth.
    “Get inside me. Then I want you on me, all of you. Don’t hold anything back.”
    He wasn’t gentle or tender. He wasn’t the way he wanted to be, but he gave her what she asked for. She was wet, and when he plunged deep, her body took him more easily than the first time. Pulling her legs to his hips, she locked her feet behind him.
    “Now, Stephen. All your weight. Please.”
    God, finally. What’s in a name, just a name? It meant everything. He settled on her, forcing the air from her lungs. Her breath ruffled his hair like a sigh. “Is that the way?”
    “Yes.” She closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him. “That...feels...so...good.”
    He couldn’t stay like that for long. Even now, her chest heaving against him, she struggled for breath. He could give her a moment more. A moment more to enjoy the rapture on her face.
    Then he put a forearm on the grass, reached down to grab her butt, and went as deep as he could. Talk about bliss. So tight, she felt like a warm hand milking him. She lifted her hips, angling higher for his next thrust.
    Stroking himself with her body, he tipped her face in his hand. “Look at me. I want you to see me.”
    She opened her eyes, giving him what he wanted. The window into her soul. He found a rhythm, not so fast that he came too quickly but enough to start her on that sweet climb to oblivion. She bit her bottom lip. A soft moan slipped from her.
    “Look at me when you come. Don’t close your eyes.”
    “I won’t.” She took a breath. “I promise.” Wriggling beneath him, she clutched his ass, trying to force him to a faster pace. Instead, he circled his hips, rubbing her clitoris with his body as his cock hit high and deep.
    She started to pant. “Oh God, Stephen. I’ve never come like this. Not this way. With someone inside me.” She tossed her head. “Oh God, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
    He held her, forcing her to look at him. “I won’t ever stop, I swear.” Never stop wanting her, never stop loving her.
    With a strong, steady pump, he stoked her fire. Her hands roamed from his hair to his arms to his back. He wanted her crazy. He wanted her to remember how he felt inside her, to dream about him at night. A moan welled up from deep inside her. Her pussy pulsated around him. She bit her lip, then opened her mouth on a long, low cry.
    She never broke eye contact.
    When she cried out his name, he came in a long, blinding, star-studded release.
     

Chapter Seven
     
     
    It was four o’clock in the morning. Her clothes were grass-stained, her heels covered with dirt, and she smelled like come. But she wouldn’t wash off Stephen’s scent. Instead, she threw everything into the back of the closet and crawled into bed.
    “You’re pretty late,” her husband murmured.
    “I was a little drunk. The girls and I stopped at a coffee shop until I felt like I could drive.”
    “You should have called. I was worried.”
    “I’m sorry.” She should have felt something. Shame. Guilt. Fear.
    “Well, goodnight.”
    “Yeah. Goodnight.”
    The only indication that anything bothered him was the length of time before he started snoring. She clocked it at fifteen minutes. He usually fell asleep right away.
    She was heading toward a bad end. Adulterers always did. She didn’t care. She had never experienced more passion, more intensity. No man had ever wanted her as Stephen did.
    His lust wouldn’t last forever. No man’s ever did.
    Still, he was hers for now. She put a hand to her face and smelled him. His scent settled like a blanket, soft, warm, and gentle. She could still feel his weight, his hardness inside her.
    She’d given herself this one night as a gift. Now she knew she’d have to go back. Again and again. Until he tired of her.
     
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    Debbie slept until ten o’clock, an unheard-of hour, even for a Saturday morning. Her shower erased all trace of Stephen’s scent. All that remained was a tenderness