LEXI
When we finally made it home—with some difficulty because Jonah simply wouldn’t let me get out of the car in the parking lot—I was half undressed as Jonah kissed and nipped at my neck. He laughed, half carrying me out of the car and into the elevator with the neckline of my dress just below my chest.
The building had a private elevator that opened directly into Jonah’s living room. I’d heard about such places, but I’d never experienced one firsthand. My eyes nearly popped out of my head at the sight.
“If someone’s watching…” I said, while Jonah took my breast in his mouth as the elevator rode up, while I palmed his length through his pants.
Jonah lifted his head enough to mutter, “I’ll ruin them,” before reaching between my legs and stroking a finger against my pussy. He sucked in a sharp breath when his fingers met my wet folds. “You really aren’t wearing any underwear.”
I braced my hands on his shoulders as he lifted me up, his finger dipping inside me. “Just for you,” I said with a shaky breath.
When we reached his penthouse, he withdrew his fingers to lift me up in his arms and carry me inside. I barely had time to take in the surreal details. I took in the chandeliers, the fireplace, the view of the city through the windows, and my jaw dropped.
Jonah caught my expression and froze, his lips hovering just above my forehead.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, setting me down.
I swallowed hard. “I knew you were wealthy,” I began, my gaze falling on the Fabergé egg on the mantelpiece. What was that worth? My annual paycheck? “I just didn’t realize how much. It’s all … a lot to take in.”
I felt incredibly out of place. I’d only ever seen two places. Middletown, Connecticut, where I’d grown up, and New York. This was a side to New York I was not very familiar with.
I wandered toward the windows. I could see the Hudson River and the Brooklyn Bridge, right across from us, deceptively close.
No wonder he prefers the fanciest restaurants, I thought as I looked at him. This man, with endless options and used to the best of everything—restaurants, homes, travel—wanted me.
“Do you need anything?” he asked, putting his arm around my shoulders.
I stood on my tiptoes. “You’re all I need,” I said softly and kissed him quickly.
Jonah wrapped me in his arms, holding me tight. I closed my eyes and let myself melt into him. “There’s something I want to show you,” he said, leading me to his bedroom. He went to the closet and opened the drawer where he stored his cuff links, then pulled out a folded piece of napkin.
I recognized it instantly as Jonah held it up, smiling. “I couldn’t bear to part with your workplace etiquette notes,” he said.
I looked from the napkin to him.
“You kept it,” I whispered, my voice breaking.
All this time, while I’d thought I was alone in my feelings, he’d been holding onto this piece of me.
The night was hazy after that, with Jonah and I fully undressed, and I rode him on the couch, the bed, and even once on the floor, feeling his fullness inside me. I was completely stretched out, his fingers were alternately on my soaked clit and my pebbled nipples, while he lavished me with praise.
The night faded into darkness, with my hips rolling against him, hot, wet kisses, and Jonah looking back at me in adoration.
I wokeup in the morning to the sound of Jonah in the shower. Last night, we’d made love three times in the living room and then he’d gone down on me in the shower, kneeling in front of me while he made me come, again and again.
By then, I was spent. Jonah Walkers was insatiable.
While I waited for him to appear, I reached for my phone and found a few unwelcome texts from my mother.
MOM
I need a little money.
There she went again.
I stared at my phone, my chest heaving. She had sent that a few hours ago.
When I hadn’t responded, she’d followed it up with another text.
