Jonah withdrew his fingers from me and stood up.
The moment Dylan hung up the call, Jonah’s eyes crashed into mine. His mouth was wet, my own eyes were watery from what I’d just heard.
“You’ve got to get better at following orders, my princess,” Jonah whispered darkly.
“Then teach me,” I whispered hoarsely, aroused at the thought of doing this again. “Again and again until…”
“Until?”
“UntilIcan be the one telling Dylan off the next time you’re eating me out,” I said, half-scandalized and half-emboldened my idea.
“Is that a challenge?”
I nodded.
“Well, then, seems like we have a long road ahead of us,” he said, carrying me in his arms and taking me to his couch before dropping me down and lying down next to me, on his side. “One I’m going to enjoy very much.”
I kissed him, desperate to have his lips on mine. I tasted myself on his lips, taking my time to lick them off nicely before the kiss turned wild, filled with a need I didn’t know I was capable of.
How did Jonah unlock things in me that I didn’t know I ever wanted?
Thank goodness I never wanted more than just sex.
36
LEXI
“Word on the street is Mr. Jonah Walkers is seeing someone,” Brian quipped while we were walking to our coffee together. I bit my lip. Stacey grinned. I’d been joining them for coffee now regularly and I was glad to have finally found my group.
The next evening, after getting through what felt like my longest day at work, in addition to being sore and aching down there, I hiked up to the fifteenth floor, where the break room stocked a particular kind of coffee that I liked. Brian had introduced us to it, and now I needed it every day.
Just like I needed Jonah. My body throbbed with the memory of Jonah in me just hours ago. My body trembled with want and lust for him, again.
We got out of the stairwell, and as I looked around, I saw Jonah through the glass walls of the break room in front of me.
He wasn’t alone.
My heart leaped before I realized we wouldn’t be able to acknowledge each other in the presence of others. As I watched, Jonah walked slowly out of the breakroom with a few other folks who I recognized were from upper management, as wellas a pretty brunette I hadn’t seen before. Even among the three people who were walking with him, Jonah stood a head taller, looking achingly handsome in his navy-and-gray suit, cuff links shining.
His gray suit clung to his body like it was stitched onto him, his dark blonde hair neatly styled, the whites invisible from afar.
For a moment, I savored the idea of watching him, and thinking about how he’d taken me just a while ago against the wall, holding me upright while my legs wrapped around his hips. We had been completely naked in the office, and while I enjoyed getting to see and feel his body, I was starting to worry about how long we were taking during our sessions. Our sessions had gone from thirty minutes to an hour long in the past week, as though, seeing each other naked simply drove us to the brink of desire… I never wanted to leave, and every time I was desperate to stay a little longer and worship his body like I wanted to.
And then his brown eyes found mine.
His jaw ticced, just slightly, and I froze just for a second before looking away. At first, all I’d noticed when I saw him were the obvious things, like his age and how well he wore those extra fifteen years. But now I barely thought about it. Sure, he was older than me, technically. But the way we’d clicked from the start drowned all of that out. That connection had hit first, and it’d hit harder than anything else.
My face flushed hot as I realized how useless my thoughts were. He wasn’t going to acknowledge me now, or ever.
My heart ached to go to him again, to be with him. Everything I’d known about him was turned on its head. I admired him, the kind of man that he was and everything that he’d gone through.
A movement drew my attention to the brunette next to him. She looked like she was new here, going by how she was looking around the break room and inspecting the various kinds ofcoffee. She was closer to Jonah’s age than I was and had the kind of beauty that didn’t ask for attention because she already had plenty. She was definitely more at ease around him than I’d ever been.
I noticed her hand going up to stroke Jonah’s arm as she asked him a question.
“Maybe she’s the one he’s seeing,” Stacey mused as the three of us watched Jonah and the brunette.
I stared after her, a wave of jealousy rocking me with such force that I felt stunned at its strength. In a second, Jonah said something to her that made her withdraw her arm, but my mind was in shock at my unexpected reaction. I was being foolish. How could I be jealous when I had no claim on Jonah at all?
