Jessica Jayne

“You know me too well, Jeni,” he said. “I’m always up for a
challenge. I’ve got you on this one! You’ll be begging me to fuck you well
before that twenty-four-hour period is over. Keep the money in your bra.
I’ll find it!”
― Jessica Jayne, More Than Friends

“I never realize how much I miss you until I see you again,” he
whispered in her ear.”
― Jessica Jayne, More Than Friends

“If you give me the five hundred dollars right now, I’ll let you do
whatever you want to me,” she whimpered.
“Why are you being such a hard ass, Jeni?” he said with a wry
smile. He took her hand and slid it down the front of his bare torso. His
abdominal muscles rippled under her hand. Then he slid her hand over
his erection. His cock twitched at the feel of her hand. “You know you
want me to fuck you.”
“Then cough up the money, Hamilton!” Though her voice regained
its edge, her body was seconds away from crumbling. She wanted nothing
more than him buried deep inside her. She ached for him.”
― Jessica Jayne, More Than Friends

“What about our bet?” she teased. It was clear from the look in his
eyes that the bet was over, but she wanted to hear him say it. Brian let go
of her arm and grabbed his wallet on the table. He counted out five one
hundred dollar bills and slammed them on the table. Jeni laughed.
“Fuck it,” he said, backing her against the wall. He placed his
hands on either side of her shoulders, pinning her against the wall. His
chest and hips pressed against her body. “Enough is enough. Last night
was enough torture to last me a while. I want to fuck you so damned bad
it hurts.” She saw the desire in his eyes as his breath fanned against her
cheek. But he restrained from touching her, and it drove her crazy.”
― Jessica Jayne, More Than Friends