“Tell me if it does.” He went back for more, his tongue relentless as he took her up, up, up to the straining edge of completion, and then backed off, leaving her hanging and desperate. “I want to be inside you when you come.” He knelt before her, wiped his face with the back of his hand and pulled open his shorts.

With all her earlier reservations about where this was happening forgotten, Jenny held out her arms to him, welcoming him as he came down on top of her, kissing her with broad sweeps of his tongue, which bore her flavor. The blunt nudge of his cock between her legs required her full attention until he moved ever so slightly, abrading her nipples with his chest hair.

God, he was nonstop sensory overload—and sex on a stick. Let’s not forget that part. The thought made her giggle at the worst possible moment.

“What the hell is so funny?”

His indignant tone only fueled her laughter.

“Don’t you know how crushing it is to a guy’s ego to have a woman dissolve into laughter when he’s trying to make love to her?”

“There’s nothing wrong with your ego.”

“Tell me what’s so funny?”

“My nickname for you.”

“Do I want to hear this?”

Jenny started laughing again.

He took advantage of her preoccupation to nibble on her neck, which turned her laughter into moans of pleasure. At the same time, he teased her with the slide of his erection over her sex as his fingers tweaked her nipples.

Suddenly, nothing was funny anymore. She arched her back, seeking him. “Alex… Please.”

“Not until I hear my nickname.”

“Sex on a stick.”

He stopped moving to look down at her. “Are you for real?”

She bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing again at the incredulous look on his face. “Um, if the stick fits…”

Alex slid into her slowly but surely. “The stick definitely fits.”

Jenny sighed with relief and pleasure. “Yes, it definitely does.”

“Sex on a stick,” he said with a disdainful laugh. “I should spank your ass until it’s hot pink for that.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Wouldn’t I?” He looked down at her, watching her intently. “Anything hurt?”

“No.”

“Will you tell me if it does?”

“Mmm.” She closed her eyes and concentrated on the delicious sensations traveling from her core to every sensitive place on her body. She tingled everywhere, from her scalp to her lips to her nipples to the soles of her feet. His slow possession was every bit as overwhelming as the fast and furious coupling the other night.

Jenny forgot all about where they were, the emotionally fraught conversation they’d just had and everything other than the sublime pleasure they generated together.

“So fucking good,” he whispered gruffly against her neck as he hooked his arm under her leg, opening her wider to his possession.