So sexy.
So good, baby.
He’d praise her as he buried his hand into her hair, holding her in place as he pushed into her mouth over and over until both of them struggled to breathe.
Gunnar could feel the orgasm building. Even if he removed his hands from his cock, he knew there would be no stopping it. He leaned one arm against the shower wall so the water fell on his back as if he was leaning over her. He squeezed his dick hard, the fingers of his other hand wrapped in her loofah as if it was her hair.
Baby. Fuck. Me.
Take me deeper.
Mmh. So, so good.
He felt his cock pulse, and squeezed tighter on loofah substitute for her hair, and tighter on his dick, moving his hips faster and harder, chasing the heat, the ecstasy which was almost at his fingertips.
The orgasm slammed into him. His balls drew up, and his dick pulsed in his hand, shooting wads of cum onto the tile floor. Gunnar grunted and cried her name as he came. “Jorja. My Jorja. Fuck.”
Breathing harshly, he leaned against the wall of theshower to catch his breath. Holy fuck, he’d heard about the spots behind the eyes thing before, but until right now he’d never experienced it. When he finally could stand without landing on his ass, he washed himself off again, this time being careful to not touch his sensitive dick.
He was forty-five years old, damn it, he should not still have a semi after coming that hard. That should not be physically possible. She was a witch, a dog-damned witch, she had to be. There was no other explanation.
He got out of the shower and dried off. As he wrapped the towel around his waist, he decided he better go to work and find his wayward woman. She did not get to make a deal with him and break it. Period. If chasing after her made him an idiot, then so be it. He’d been called worse.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Jorja munchedon a handful of what Remi had called anacardi nuts. “They are cashews.”
“Nope.” Remi kept his focus on work. “If you go into any store here and ask for cashews, they are going to look at you funny.”
“It’s Italy. They all clock me as a tourist and look at me funny.”
“True. You are a funny looking tourist. Maybe you should stay, and then you won’t be a tourist, just funny looking.”
She threw a nut at his head. “I’m going to ask someone to confirm the shit you are trying to sell me. Anawacky nuts, indeed.”
“Hah—” Remi cracked up laughing at her purposeful mangling of the word. The door slammed open, and Remi reached for the weapon she’d discovered was taped to the underside of his desk when she’d startled him by opening the door this morning. “Jeez, bro, what the hell bit your dick?”
Jorja started to smile at Gunnar, but it faded when she realized he looked mad as all get out. What the hell had he tobe pissed for? If Gillian had called him again, she was going to lose her shit. Had that woman not learned her lessons?
“You.” Gunnar pointed to her then jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “Outside, now.”
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Understanding dawned. His ex-wife hadn’t called again. Nobody else had pissed him off, but for some stupid reason he was mad with her. What the hell for? She hadn’t done anything that she could think of. Hell, she’d even left him a note next to his freaking coffee machine telling him where she was going.
“Gun—”
“Shut it, Rem.” Gunnar pushed the door out and held it open for her.
Jorja balled her hands into fists and watched him warily as he paced back and forth, muttering under his breath. “Wha?—”
He held up his hand, stopping her words in their tracks, and went back to pacing. Every couple of steps he looked at her and then went right back to freaking walking.
She was never going to understand men, especially not this one. How was she supposed to know what was going on if he didn’t, you know, open his mouth and tell her? She knew she’d done nothing wrong. He was still sleeping when she’d left. Come to think of it, she also didn’t understand why Remi had been all kinds of stunned when she’d told him Gunnar would be a while as he was still sleeping. Once he’d figured out it was her and not some terrorist entering the war-room, Remi had asked her to repeat what she’d said, then shrugged and gone back to work.
Jorja glared at Gunnar. Either he was going to start talking in the next thirty seconds flat, or she was going back to work. When he finally came to a stop in front of her, she quirked up an eyebrow. “Are you done?”
He squeezed his eyes shut as if she’d kneed him in the balls. “I’m not like this. What the fuck was I thinking?” He turned away from her and she just knew he was going to walk off without giving her any explanation.
