God, I was a fool in more ways than one.
35
LEXI
As though he was ready to put me to test, Jonah summoned me to his office at 4 p.m. every day without fail.
Jonah showed me that sex could be different—wild and filthy, like most of our meetings in his office were. He also showed me he could do simple, slow love making, which was when we had an evening to ourselves, dinner, and a dance, followed by slow, deep love making.
I didn’t know I loved his wild side, but at work, I’d come to realize that the kind of release he needed from the stress of his job was raw and hungry. He’d take me against his desk, when I was bent over, calling me filthy names, and when he was done, he would kiss me tenderly and wipe me up with a gentleness that still surprised me.
Of course there was a wild, dark side to him, one that I could only see.
I learned that Jonah loved treating me like a slut in his office, but that he could be a gentleman when we were outside. He loved using my body like I washis, like I’d submitted to him wholly to use and be used, and I discovered that I loved it, and enjoyed it as much as he did.
Today, I was pressed against the glass wall behind his desk, my shirt down, my bra off while he took me from behind. And I couldn’t help the loud moan that tore from my lips as I felt him thrust hard into me, pushing me harder against the glass. He barely gave me a moment to think before he withdrew and rammed into me, harder and harder.
I loved it, loved that this made me forget thinking for a while I focused only on the pleasure Jonah gave and took from me. I felt his cock in me again, filling me deeply, fully, and angled just right… oh God. I was coming.
“Jo—” I barely got his name out before my orgasm hit me, and I felt a pleasure wreck me from within as I shuddered with my own release. I closed my eyes, even as I felt his hands reach under my chin and tilt my face up to him. When I opened them, I found Jonah studying me intently as though he was committing every bit of my expression, my coming undone for him, to memory.
He let go of my chin and built up his tempo, thrusting faster, deeper, and harder, holding me painfully tight to him. And in a minute he was spilling into me while his forehead touched the back of my head, gasps falling from his mouth as his entire body trembled with his orgasm.
One week ago, he’d sent me the results of his STD tests, and I’d shown him mine. We both were clean, and I was on birth control, and we’d decided we wouldn’t use condoms anymore. The problem was, we like the transition to being bare with each other too much.
We stayed like that, the two of us trying to catch our breaths, me topless, while he had his shirt on and his pants and boxers on the couch behind us.
He dipped his head, kissing my neck, biting down on my skin and leaving a mark there.
“I’ve got too many business from you already,” I grumbled, while I felt Jonah’s lips curve into a smile against my shoulder. “How many more do you need to give me?”
“As many as it takes to let the world know you’re mine.”
I turned to face him, while he his hungry gaze roved over my breasts, pebbling my sensitive nipples between his thumb and pointer finger.
“Seriously Jonah, no one else gets to see these parts of my body to even know you’re marking me.”
His graze grew dark and intense. “They’d better not,” he warned, and there was a low thread of danger running through his voice.
I swallowed. Jonah had this way of sometimes showing an even darker, more dangerous side to him than I’d ever guessed. Instead of having me flee, it made me want to hold him tighter every time I got a glimpse of it, to pull him closer and comfort him and tell him he would never have to doubt me.
“All of you, every inch of you, is mine. Do you understand?”
“I’m only yours Jonah,” I whispered, knowing he needed to hear those words, needed it from me, and giving him what he wanted.
Hell, I’d give him anything him wanted if I could soothe that feral look in his eyes.
“And you’ll come whenever I call?” he pushed.
“I’ll come whenever you call,” I admitted. “I can’t stay away from you for even a single day, Jonah.”
“Neither can I.”
“And to think I thought you were cold-hearted…” I muttered. “Unfeeling. Intolerable.”
“Iamall those things to the world. But I only let you see the real me.”
He held my gaze, and my heart stilled for a moment in my chest, as the moment deepened. Why was he letting me get emotionally close to him?
