Authors: Sophie Renwick
Jenna picked the cherry out of the chocolate nest and curled it on her tongue. “What treat would that
be?” she asked as she swallowed the glistening cherry.
“You, drenched in Toblerone. I’m gonna start with your mouth, Jenna, so close your eyes.”
She did as he commanded. His finger brushed against her lower lip, and she felt some of the warm
chocolate drizzle down to her chin. She felt Bryce’s tongue lapping it up and snaking along her lips as she
swallowed the remainder of her chocolate. He moaned as her throat moved against his mouth.
“I want a taste,” she whispered, and he lifted his head and gave her his tongue in a kiss that was slow and
sensual.
His fingers painted a line down the column of her throat. He broke the kiss to lick the melting path of
chocolate as it ran down her neck and splashed onto the crest of her breast.
He licked her clean, and Jenna let her weight rest back on her hands, and her head drop to her
shoulders.
“Can I watch you?” she asked, cracking open an eyelid.
He was looking at her, his hair rumpled from where she had run her hand through the silky length. “I
thought it’d be sexier for you if you had your eyes closed. That way you could imagine whatever you
wanted.”
“Nothing my imagination would conjure up could be half as sexy as watching you.”
His eyes turned greener, and when he flashed her a grin, his dimple was showing. She gave in to
temptation and leaned forward, kissing his dimple, then dipping her tongue in the groove.
“I like your eyes on me,” he whispered. “I like your hands on me. I like your body on me, Jenna.”
“Good, because it’s the same for me, Bryce.”
“Lean back. I’m dying to taste your nipples covered in chocolate.”
She did as he asked. Tilting her head, she watched him swirl his finger in the bowl until it was coated.
Then he brought it to her areola and stroked the pink skin until he had the circle and nipple covered. He
kept stroking her, even though her nipple was completely covered. He wanted her harder, and he kept it
up until she was moaning, begging him to take her into his mouth. Then he bent his head and slowly,
erotically, so Jenna could see his tongue working, licked it off her.
“God, you taste better than the finest French chocolate, Jenna.”
Jenna reached for his hand and brought his finger to her mouth, sucking off the remnants of the chocolate.
“So do you.”
As he looked into her eyes, he painted a line of chocolate with his thumb down the valley of her breasts
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to her belly, which she tried to suck in.
“Don’t.”
Their gazes met and she saw only passion in his eyes. “This isn’t the most flattering of positions for a
woman with a little bit of a ponch.”
“Who told you that?” he asked as he swirled his thumb around her navel. “Whoever did was wrong. But
then again, whoever did never saw your body drenched in chocolate. If he had, he would have
worshipped you. But his loss is definitely my gain.”
He lowered his head, trailing his hot tongue along the path of chocolate, licking it up until he got to her
belly, where he paused and kissed her. She couldn’t help it—she ran her fingers through his hair,
feathering it away from his temple as he tongued the flesh around her navel. She’d never felt something so
deliciously wicked in her life.
“An erogenous zone?” he asked without looking up. “I can feel you shaking.”
He put his tongue in her belly button again while his hand kneaded her. Definitely an erogenous zone. She
was ready to come, and all from the lavish attention Bryce was spending on her belly.
“Spread your legs, sweetheart.”
He covered her pussy in chocolate, swirling it around, soaking her.
Jenna was beyond thinking as his hands slid up her thighs. His lips followed the path of his hands as he
reverently went to his knees and kissed her as though he were worshipping her.
He looked up the length of her body, his eyes dark with passion. “Will you do something for me, Jenna?”
“Anything,” she said on a breathy sigh.
“Cover your nipple in chocolate and let me watch you lick it off.”
What a bad boy he was, and Jenna loved it. Dipping her finger in the chocolate, she brought it to the
nipple that Bryce had only moments before sucked clean. She covered the tip, slowly, drawing it out,
watching it harden. Bryce was watching too as he licked her sex. She felt wanton and liberated, and so
sexy—more sexy than she ever had in her life.
“Taste it,” he rasped in a voice laced with desire.
Their gazes met, and Jenna lifted her breast, stuck out her tongue and, with the pointed tip, flicked the
chocolate off.
With a growl, he finished her within two licks, then drank her in, voraciously sucking and licking. She
screamed as she came, and he drew out her orgasm by fingering her pussy, and playing with the crease
of her buttocks.
“I want to be inside you,” he murmured as he slid up her body.
She nodded, unable to even speak in the aftermath of her orgasm. He helped her down from the counter,
and together they sank to the floor. Jenna straddled his hard thighs as he reached for her hips and
brought her close to him. Beneath her swollen sex, she felt his cock widen and thicken and begin to
pulsate. He was already sheathed and waiting to crawl up inside her.
“Look,” he said, directing her gaze to the mirror on the wall to her left. She gasped at what she saw,
them, together, naked, arms around each other, Bryce’s palm stroking up and down her spine. “We look
good together,” he said. “I’m going to show you just how good.”
Bryce steadied her with his hands on her waist, allowing them to trail along the hourglass of her figure as
he let his gaze roam liberally along her body. He took his time studying her in the moonlight, which kissed
her flesh. His gaze flickered along her hips and the reddish blond thatch of hair between her thighs. He
brushed his palm over her, feeling the soft hair tickling his skin, feeling the heat of her body, smelling the
scent of her arousal mixed with chocolate. He could still taste her on his tongue and he wanted more.
Letting the sensations envelop him, he continued his exploration until his palm was moving over the round
mound of her belly. He kneaded the soft flesh, watched his hand on her, feeling a strange instinct
overwhelm him as she moved restlessly on his lap.
His gaze left her belly, moving up toward her breasts. The nipples were reddened and distended from his
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mouth, and thinking to soothe them, he circled the areolas with his fingertips, comforting them, before
capturing both breasts in his hands. She looked so damn hot and wanton in the mirror, her pale body
undulating in time with his tongue, her hands tangling in his hair. He’d never get enough of her. He’d
always want her.
He loved her.
He thought the realization would be earth-shattering, but it wasn’t. It just felt right. As right as having his
hands full of Jenna.
Reaching out, he let one hand ease from her breast, only to trail his fingers along the indentation of her
waist and up and over her hip. Slowly, he sipped her nipple into his mouth, suckling her, all the while
watching in the mirror as his hand roamed along her alabaster flesh. She was watching, too. Their gazes
met in the mirror, and Bryce saw the love shining in his eyes, and thought he saw that same emotion in
Jenna’s.
“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered to him.
“Only when I’m with you, Jenna. Only for you.”
Gooseflesh sprung to life beneath his fingers and he felt Jenna sway into him, the movement mirrored in
the glass. His hand at last found her perfect ass, the skin silken beneath his palms. He squeezed it,
sucking her breast harder, making her moan and writhe so that he felt her hot, wet cunt rubbing his cock.
He listened to her breathing, felt the ecstasy rise in her body, scenting her flesh so that it was like a heavy
cloud of incense in the room. The aroma drove him to the brink. He wanted her, in the most primal way.
His body was now ruling him, and he let his desires, his instincts, be his guide.
Freeing his mouth from her nipple, he tipped his head to the side so he could see his finger skimming
down the crease of her bottom before disappearing into the curls that were already damp for him. He
studied the sway and roll of her hips, the way her back arched as she met his deep strokes. Together
they touched and licked, tasting each other’s skin, exploring each other’s body.
“Slide down—slowly. Watch in the mirror. See how beautiful it is.”
He never talked this way, but God, Jenna’s body loving him was a sight to behold, and he never wanted
to stop watching her or to stop feeling this deep connection with her whenever their bodies joined.
Slowly, she lowered her hips, feeling his cock slip easily inside her hot, tight pussy. She gasped and
clutched on to his neck, her breathing hard against him as her hand moved to her belly.
“You take me so deep inside you this way, baby. It feels so damn good, but if it’s hurting you—”
“Don’t you dare withdraw now, Bryce Ryder!”
Their eyes locked and he rocked against her, filling her all the way with his cock. He watched her lips
part, heard the sigh of satisfaction escape from them. His hands roamed all over her body as she matched
his rhythm, and he clutched at her, growing hungrier, needier.
He knew he was lost, accepted it. This was love, and he was just going to ride it out, to savor the feeling.
He wasn’t going to hide it any longer. He loved Jenna McCabe, and hopefully, she felt the same way.
With one final stab, he came hard and fast, pouring himself into the condom. She clutched at him, holding
him tight to her breasts as she shivered and trembled in his arms. He felt moisture on his shoulder and
looked up to see another drop trickle from her eye.
“I hurt you.”
She shook her head and buried her face into his chest. “No, it was just . . . it was . . .”
“Beautiful?”
She nodded, and he smiled into her hair. “I told you we looked good together. Maybe now you can
believe me.”
When she looked up at him, her eyes misty and her body still quivering, he cupped her face and kissed
her with everything he had, with every emotion in his heart. When they parted, they were both breathing
hard.
“I want to take you to bed and sleep beside you all night. I want to wake up to your body beside me. I
want to kiss and cuddle in the morning and make slow, lazy love. What do you want, Jenna?”
“The same thing.”
He drew her close and held her tight. “Thank God.”
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Soaring in the air in the 747, Jenna drew her gaze from the window and glanced to her right. Bryce was
there, dozing quietly, his laptop open on the little seat-back tray.
She was exhausted. So was Bryce. But she wouldn’t have traded these past two days for anything. She
swore that every moment she fell deeper and deeper in love with him. Glancing down at her hand, she
smiled when she saw her ring. Already she was used to the weight of it on her finger. It was a familiar,
comforting sight, and whenever those pesky insecurities about Bryce’s intention threatened to sneak up
on her, she looked at her ring, and reminded herself of what it represented. Bryce’s commitment to her.
He stirred in his seat, and shifted his weight onto his other hip. His long legs stretched, bumped the tray
and nearly toppled the laptop onto the floor. Jenna caught it in time and righted it on the tray. Thinking to
shut it off, she turned the computer so that the screen was facing her. It was open to his e-mails, and right
away the subject line of one caught her eye:
I’m fucked but can be saved by Project Jenna McCabe.
She couldn’t help it. She had to open it, despite a gnawing certainty that nothing good was going to come
out of it.
She started at the bottom, the original source. Bryce’s e-mail to Trey about Greenwood Financial and his
inability to get backing until his reputation was once more on track. She read Trey’s cynical advice on
how to win back his fans and mollify the bank. And then Bryce’s reply:You’re a genius.
The hair on Jenna’s nape rose as she put the pieces of the puzzle together. She knew just how it was all
going to play out. Four weeks of courting the plain Jane, just until his reputation was restored and he got
his money, then a big fat adios as Bryce headed for the coast and his latest four-star restaurant.
And wasn’t she just a fucking idiot to have fallen hook, line and sinker for everything he had
said—everything they had done?
She was too hurt to cry. Too stunned that Bryce and Trey—but most especially Bryce—could be so
cruel.
She sat back in her seat and let out the breath she had been holding while thoughts tripped through her
mind. Humiliation. Shame. Those feelings inundated her until she needed to stand up and climb,
awkwardly, over Bryce so she could go to the bathroom and hide till she figured out what she was going
to say to him.
“Hey, babe,” he asked sleepily as she climbed over him, “where are you going in such a hurry?”