The Forbidden Billionaire (The Sinclairs Book 2)

Whack.

 

The carnality of his erotic punishment nearly made her climax right then and there. He had her in a vulnerable position. Standing at her side, he was able to tease her * with one hand and smack her ass with the other at the same time. The pleasure-pain sensation nearly drove her insane, and she screamed his name as he slapped her ass again.

 

Whack!

 

“That’s for calling me pretty,” he told her dominantly, huskily.

 

If this was what she got, she’d call him pretty ten times a day. “Make me come, Jared.” The spiral of tension in her belly was almost unbearable.

 

He moved behind her and grasped her hips. “I’m going to go deep this way, Mara,” he told her in a strangled groan.

 

“Good. Go deep,” she panted, more than ready to feel him inside her. “And don’t be careful. Claim me. Please.” More than anything, she wanted Jared to lose control. He’d never hurt her, and she wanted him just as raw as she was at this moment.

 

He slammed into her, and he wasn’t gentle. Mara could feel his control had snapped, and instinct and elemental desire had taken hold.

 

“You feel so fucking amazing. It’s like we were made just for each other.” He pulled back and stroked into her again.

 

She wanted to tell him that she felt the same way, but all she could do was moan, words escaping her as her need tore at her. His hips began to move faster, and Mara thrust back to meet every frantic thrust, her climax clawing at her.

 

So close. So damn close.

 

“Jared. Jared. Jared.” She started chanting his name with every breath she took, unable to stop herself. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed except him.

 

“Come for me, baby,” he commanded, taking one hand off her hip and wrapping it around her waist, stroking down to her *.

 

Mara ignited as Jared took the tiny bundle of nerves between his thumb and index finger, putting pressure on it while he stroked. She came screaming his name, her sheath tightening against his cock.

 

He threaded a large lock of her hair through his fingers and tugged her head back, nipping at her neck with a love bite that sent her reeling, tumbling end over end. The only thing keeping her grounded was Jared’s tight, possessive hold.

 

Pumping into her several more times, he spilled his warm release inside her with a feral groan of satisfaction. Lowering his body over hers, he turned her head with her hair, capturing her lips in a raw meeting of mouths that left her chest heaving as he rested against her back, his breath ragged and uneven as he buried his face in her hair. “Christ. Did I hurt you?” he asked in a low, anguished voice.

 

Mara let out a strangled laugh. “No. I’m starting to think I need it a little rough. Did that orgasm seem like I was in pain?” she teased.

 

Jared straightened and turned her body, lifting her ass onto the hood of the car and wrapping his arms around her protectively. “I just don’t ever want to hurt you.”

 

“You won’t,” she assured him, hugging him until their bodies were skin to skin and wrapping her legs around his waist to bring him closer.

 

“It was a nice way to initiate your new car,” Jared said with laughter in his voice. “I’ll never look at this vehicle again without getting a boner.”

 

Puzzled by his words, Mara asked, “What new car?”

 

“The one your beautiful ass is sitting on.” He pulled back and grinned at her.

 

Oh, God, what did he do?

 

Turning her head, she finally noticed that the vehicle they’d been using as makeshift furniture was not Jared’s SUV, but parked right next to it. This particular shiny new vehicle was very similar, but as she looked closer, she realized that the color was a deep metallic red. She hopped off it with a squeal of distress, Jared catching her as she moved. Mara lowered her feet to the ground and gawked at the car parked right next to Jared’s. “You bought another Mercedes SUV?”

 

“A work vehicle for you. Mara, you can’t keep driving your old truck. Everything on it needed to be fixed. The business is growing. You need a new vehicle.”

 

She looked at Jared as he tucked himself back into his jeans and zipped them, leaving his shirt open. Her mouth went dry as she eyed the beautiful vehicle. “I can’t keep this. It’s too expensive. I know I need a newer car, but this is too much.” She looked around her. “What happened to my truck?”

 

“Todd said he’d take it. He’s mechanical and can fix everything on it with the money he’s earning. Then his family will have a vehicle. He’s seventeen. He wants wheels.”

 

“You just gave it to him?” she asked indignantly, reaching for her clothing. She pulled her bra and T-shirt back on, then tugged on her panties and jeans awkwardly, well aware that Jared was watching her.

 

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