Power (The Keatyn Chronicles Book 9) by Jillian Dodd Read Free Book Online Page B

hair. When he leans back to rinse out the shampoo, his hips jut forward, giving me a clear view of his dick.  
    I lower my head and close my eyes. I need to focus on work or I’m going to be stripping off my clothes and joining him.  
    The sound of the shower being turned off makes me look up.  
    Dawson is drying off.  
    I touch my suit pocket, knowing I’ve been waiting for the right moment all morning.
    He steps out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist.  
    I stand up and quickly close the gap between us, my lips meeting his forcefully. He sets me on the bathroom counter, pushes up my skirt, and pulls off my underwear as I slip my hand under the towel and stroke him.  
      He’s completely hard and ready.  
    I reach into my pocket and pull out a condom. “Put this on,” I say into his lips. “So it won’t be messy.”
    I can feel his grin against my lips before he shoves his tongue deeper into my mouth, practically devouring me. I hear paper tear and then he’s inside me.  
    Filling the need that has been burning since I studied the photos and realized he didn’t sleep with anyone.  
    I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, hanging on tightly as I thrust against him with equal force.
      My orgasm is sudden and practically explosive. I pull him in tighter and call out his name while he continues to slam me against the counter until he comes. His ability to make me feel nearly animalistic still delights and shocks me.
    And as hot as it is, all the emotions I feel for him are still there, quite possibly burning brighter than before.  
    Because, now, I know I can trust him.  

Captive Films — Santa Monica
    DAWSON

    “It’s nearly six,” I tell Vanessa, who is still tapping away on her computer. “We’ve been working non-stop. It’s time for a break.” I move behind her and start massaging her neck.  
    “Oh, wow. That feels amazing,” she purrs. “So, let's talk about Vegas.”
    “Haven't we talked about it enough already?” I say with a chuckle.  
    “Not about you specifically,” she says.
    “Well me, specifically, loves that you brought a condom. Did you plan on attacking me in my office?”
    “Maybe I thought about it. But that’s not what I mean.”
    “I know the night was a bit of a cluster, but it was fun. I haven't let loose like that in—well, a long time. I think the last time I was drunk was the night we got pregnant with Harlow. Because when you have children, you have to be responsible. Like what if I was drinking and one of the kids needed to go to the hospital?”
    “You call an ambulance?” she says flatly. I can’t tell if she’s kidding or making fun of me.  
    “You know what I mean.”
    “I do. I'm just teasing you a little. I love that your children are so important to you. But back to Vegas.”
    “Vanessa, why don't you just tell me what you want to know. It would be a lot easier than me trying to guess.”
    She smiles but I see the pain in her eyes.
    “Actually, I think I know. You want to know why I didn't sleep with anyone.”
    “We don't have any kind of an agreement about that. You could have,” she says, but it’s what she isn’t saying that gets to me. I know her ex cheated on her, but I get the feeling it was more than that. I remember her saying she wore red lipstick to feel confident. Whatever he did to her, rocked her to the core, and that’s something I understand.
    I pull her into my arms. “I'm smart enough not to fuck up a good thing.”
    “Is that what we are? A good thing?” she replies bitchily.
    “You seem upset by my word choice. What is your definition of a good thing?”
    “For most men that would mean sex with no strings.”
    “I guess I’m not most men then. I meant that I think we're good together, and not just in bed.” I cup her face tenderly. I want her to know she’s more—way more—than just sex to me. If it weren’t for the fact that it’s only been a week, I’d tell her