Nashville SEAL: Jameson: Nashville SEALs by Sharon Hamilton Page B

side of her neck, reaching her areolas, first one and then the other. His hands squeezed the flesh on her fine ass as he sucked her into little stiff peaks of pleasure. He loved maneuvering her body up and down on him, having her breasts bounce and rub against his chest.
    She rocked back, arms around his neck, elbows squeezing her enormous breasts together, engorging his dick and allowing him to root deeper. But he liked to fuck those tits too. He inhaled with a hiss as he watched their firm flesh, wet with his own kisses. He dove into the valley between them, burying his head as his cock rammed deep.
    Her fingers pulled his hair back as she kissed one eye and then the other. Her mouth made the perfect puckered O as he ground his hips up, nearly lifting her feet off the floor.
    “You like that baby?” He whispered to her mouth.
    “You know I do, Jameson. Oh. My. God. You’re deep today.” She closed her eyes and gave him a little moan.
    “You bet. Every morning. I’ll be deep every morning for you, sweetheart. Now this is the way you start a new day.”
    She smiled, opening her eyes “You’re still trying to get out of telling me.”
    He had no idea who she was talking about, and then remembered his call with Thomas she had partially overheard. “Oh. Thomas.”
    “He has some news, then?”
    He didn’t want to break the mood by talking old business, things that didn’t matter to him anymore. But she’d already gone there.
    “Lizzie, sweetie,” his fingers laced over her chest, giving her appreciative squeezes. The sight of her soft white skin in his palms took his breath away.
    She knew how to get anything out of him. All it took was one tug on his balls again. “Tell me.” She gave him a devilish smile, filled with promise of a wonderful session this morning. “We don’t have a lot of time, but I’m gonna stop fucking you until you tell me.” Then she visibly softened. Leaning forward, pressing herself against his chest and rocking her hips on him, she said the words he could never resist, “ Please don’t make me take it out. It belongs there, Jameson.”
    God dammit to hell. He could never resist her. That was it. He picked her up, his cock rubbing against her backside as he carried her to the bed. He glanced up at the bedframe and noticed the well-used red satin ribbon hanging there.
    “Gonna get you some proper restraints, Liz.”
    She was pulling him up on top of her. “Can’t wait. But later. Right now you’re gonna tell me what the call was about. Something about…” She arched back, pulling on the bars of the bedframe as he devoured her pussy. Her scent drove him crazy. Her knees hugged his ears as she undulated to the ministrations of his lips and tongue, rubbing herself against his mouth.
    “Tell me,” she whispered.
    He chuckled. He could see she wouldn’t give up, and it kind of thrilled him to think he could talk about his old life while he fucked her. “He wants me to come out there and perform. He thinks I could sell one of my songs.” He bit her labia and she moaned. “You like that, sweetheart?”
    “I remember seeing you up on stage. I always dreamt of doing this with you. Making you come in my mouth. Showing you my body, naked, wet and willing.”
    Her big eyes challenged him, and then a smile broke out on her pretty face.
    “You did all that, honey. I’m here, baby. I’m all yours now. You don’t have to share me with anyone else.”
    “I know that. Convince me.”
    He wasn’t sure what she meant. Maybe she meant fuck her hard. “All right.” He got up on his knees, sliding the boxers down and tossing them to the floor. “Here I come then, Lizzie.”
    She giggled, that little tinkling laugh again. As he tried to ram inside her, she slipped to the side, blocking his entry. He looked down at her with a frown.
    “What’s going on, Liz?”
    Her wicked smile told him she was still into their sexual romp. But there was something else on her mind. He glanced at the