Billionaire Unmasked ~ Jason (Billionaire’s Obsession #6)(28)
Author: J.S. Scott

“It is the bathroom mirror. And it’s very secure. I’m good with tools,” he replied with an evil grin. Sobering slightly, he added, “Now all you have to do is keep your eyes open and look up.”

Hope tried to swallow a lump in her throat, and she failed miserably. Jason had done this while she was out shopping, neglected whatever work he’d had to do, just for her. His objective was to make her always feel secure, and the fact that he’d gone to that much trouble to help her overcome her own fears overwhelmed her emotionally. “Thank you for doing this for me.” Maybe it wasn’t necessary, but the act was done out of concern. She wasn’t afraid anymore, and she knew she wasn’t going to forget who she was with as long as it was Jason.

His clear, blue eyes met hers; green and blue gazes clashed and held for a long, breathless moment as though they were both lost for words until Jason’s deep, sincere voice replied, “I’d do anything for you, sweetheart. I can’t take away what happened, but I’m sure as hell going to try to erase the memories and replace them with something better.”

You already have.

Hope wanted to reply aloud, but all she could do was urge his head to her breast, wanting to sink into him, be surrounded by his essence until she was drowning in him.

She watched as he took one nipple into his mouth and teased it with his tongue, the already hard tips impossibly stiffening even more as every touch of his hot mouth radiated down to her core. He alternated, teased one breast before he moved to the other. Hope fisted her hands in his hair. “Enough,” she said breathlessly and urged him onto his back by twisting her body. She couldn’t feel, couldn’t watch him pleasuring her for another second without having him inside her. “Do you like to watch?” she asked him silkily as she straddled his thighs.

“Watching you do anything has become an obsession for me,” Jason grumbled.

Hope stretched her legs out, forced him to open his thighs to let her rest between them. “Then see if you like watching this,” she suggested. Her head lowered to leave openmouthed kisses on his chest; she flicked her tongue over his flat ni**les as she worked her way down to his sculpted abdomen and traced every muscle with her tongue.

“Fuck,” he rasped as she finally grasped his c**k and wrapped her fingers around it.

Hope bit back a grin as she flicked her tongue over the tip, tasted the salty moisture coating the head, and circled her tongue along the rim. Jason released a strangled groan; she knelt down, her ass in the air, and lowered her head again to stroke the entire underside of the shaft from root to tip. “How does it look?” she asked, poised to take him into her mouth. Watching him pleasure her had been unbearably erotic, and she wondered whether he felt the same way. More than anything, she wanted to give him the same ecstasy that he’d given her.

“Watching you go down on me is like watching one of my wildest fantasies happen in real life,” Jason groaned. “You’re killing me.”

She wrapped her lips around him and sucked him into her mouth, taking as much of him as she possibly could.

“Holy f**k! Hope.” He buried his hands in her hair to guide her head to move on him.

She got drunk on the taste of him, and from the knowledge that with every touch of her mouth on his cock, Jason had the same pleasure she had gotten from him. The realization she could inflame this beautiful man was exhilarating, powerfully intoxicating.

“Need to be inside you now,” Jason growled. He lifted her from his body and flipped her onto her back. His chest heaved; his face feral and his eyes wild, Jason pinned her hands to the bed and entwined her fingers with his. “Mine. You’re mine. My wife.” He turned her left hand so she could see it in the mirror. “No man will ever f**king touch you again without ending up dead,” he vowed roughly.

Hope stared up at him, her eyes wide, but not with fear. She felt scorched, his molten skin against hers almost unbearable. “Fuck me, then. Make me yours.” She wrapped her legs around him; her heels dug into his ass, urged him to take her. “I need you.”

“Are you okay? I’m sorry. I told you I had no f**king control when it comes to you,” Jason grunted and moved his weight from her.

“Don’t you dare leave me.” Hope tightened her legs around him and clenched his fingers that restrained her hands. “You put a ring on my finger. Now make me yours. I don’t give a damn how long it lasts. Make it real, Jason. I can see who I’m with. I’m with my husband.” Her eyes looked at him pleadingly, wanting him to not feel inhibited by her earlier flashbacks. Jason was possessive of her right now, and it seemed as if prodding that possessive streak was the only way to set him free. “If you don’t, maybe I’ll eventually meet some man who will.”

His expression turned from one of concern and passion to one of almost raw possession. “You. Are. Mine.” He turned her left hand until he could see her ring. “Mine. Look up,” he demanded, letting go of her right hand to position his c**k and sheath himself inside her in one forceful thrust.

Hope moaned as Jason filled her. The walls of her channel stretched to accept him. She did look up, not to remind herself of who she was with, but because watching him take her was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen. Her diamond winked at her, reminded her that for that moment, she was his, and she reveled in his possession.

Her nails scored the back of his hands as she gripped them tightly and raised her hips to meet every one of his dominant thrusts. His c**k moved smoothly in and out of her saturated core. Fascinated and painfully aroused, she watched them in the mirror, enthralled as Jason pistoned in and out of her, frenzied. His splendid body covered hers covetously, and the muscles in his incredible ass flexed with each powerful, claiming stroke of his c**k inside her.

“Jason,” she moaned. Her body unraveled. Surrounded by his fierce, fevered essence, their bodies strained together carnally, about to go over the edge together.

“Come for me,” he groaned insistently. “Come with me.”

He lowered his head and kissed her; his mouth devoured hers demandingly. Incessantly. Wildly.

Hope’s climax hit her hard and fast, slammed into her body in pulsating waves. Jason tore his mouth from hers and tilted his head back. The muscles in his neck strained as he let out a hoarse groan; her sheath milked him as her uncontrolled contractions clasped and released his cock.

“Fuck!” Jason released the curse as he rolled, letting her untangle her legs and rest on top of him. “I lost it. I’m sorry.”