34
LEXI
By late Thursday, I still hadn’t gotten a text from Jonah, asking me up to his office, and I texted him if I could come up.
JONAH
Yes.
I took the elevator at lunch time, and found Jonah frowning behind his desk, Manhattan glittering through the windows behind him. His shirtsleeves were rolled up, his tie discarded, and a muscle ticced in his jaw.
“Lexi,” he said, rising and walking around the desk to stand in front of me.
Up close, I noticed something near his eye. A gash that had clearly been a deeper cut and was now healing. “What happened here?”
I raised my hand to touch it, and he stayed still, letting my fingers brush his bruised skin around the wound.
“Did you do this to yourself?” I asked, my voice dropping as I stepped closer.
“It was an accident,” he said shortly, though my nearness seemed to affect his breathing. “I was racing with my buddy again.”
So he’d gone back to the track.
I found myself moving closer until we were barely a few inches apart. “How often do you go racing?” I asked.
“Only when I’m stressed.”
“Great. A stressed-out driver and a high-speed vehicle. That’s not dangerous at all.”
He grinned as he ran his thumb over my lips. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Do you ever listen to what I want?” I demanded helplessly.
“Youget me stressed.”
“Of course,” I said, not surprised. “It’s all my fault.”
Before he could say another word, I kissed him deeply. I knew why he’d been racing over the weekend. I knew stress got to him, and I suspected putting himself in danger helped take the edge off.
I could feel him getting hard, his erection pressing against my stomach, and I felt a sudden, overwhelming desire to give him pleasure.
I took his hand, and slipped it under my blouse to cup my bra, as his eyes flicked up to mine, surprised.
“Do you know what I crave when I’m stressed?” he asked, his voice rough. At those words his fingers slipped under my bra and my breath hitched as I leaned into his touch. My eyes fluttered shut.
“High speeds, cars that handle the most dangerous curves, and that rush of pure adrenaline,” he said, his thumb finding my pebbled nipple while his other arm slid around my waist, pulling me closer till I was pressed against his chest. I was unbearably aroused.
“I want you,” I whispered. “I want you to take me right here. Right now.”
He gave me an assessing look, as though waiting for me to change my mind. And when I didn’t, and the seconds passed, he followed it up with a short, understanding nod.
“My car hit the barrier on my right,” he said. I squeezed my eyes shut at the image he was painting. I couldn’t bear the thought of Jonah getting hurt. He peppered kisses along my neck, and goosebumps rose on my arms as I pictured him on the racetrack.
“The car should’ve been totaled,” he added, as I unbuttoned my blouse and let it fall to my waist. My bra was next, and he put it on the desk behind us. I leaned back, a shiver racing down my arms as the cool air conditioning swept over my skin, while I took Jonah’s shirt off. This wasn’t the first time we’d gotten handsy at his office, but it was the first time I’d wantedmore.
His torso was a thing of beauty, and I swallowed at the sight of those hard abs on him. Why was he so undeniably sexy?
“I could’ve had a dislocated shoulder,” he said, continuing his conversation while he picked me up and walked over to the couch at the far end of the office. I stared at him, unable to believe he was casually discussing such serious injuries while setting me back down on my feet next to his couch and unzipping my skirt.
