Right now they burned into me, so blistering that I felt myself melting. He wanted me as badly as I wanted him. Or at least his body did.
With each slam of his hips against mine, I felt the orgasm building inside me. As his right hand gripped my thigh, holding my leg against his hip, he reached up with his left and yanked my sweater off my shoulder, taking the strap of my bra with it. His fingers trailed along the neckline, bringing the material down. He pulled the sweater lower, his finger snagging the cup of my bra until my breast was revealed. His thumb and forefinger closed over my flesh, tugging at my nipple until the pleasure bordered on near pain.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded, his thrusts growing sharper and more powerful.
Without thought, I did what he said, my fingers dipping down to slide along each side of his cock where our bodies connected. He grunted, his hips jerking as my fingertip trailed the top of his dick. Then I moved up to my clit, feeling sparks of pleasure shoot through me as I circled my flesh with firm pressure.
The leg holding me up trembled violently and suddenly I was up, my legs wrapped around Jordan’s waist, his hands on my ass. He rested my weight against the wall and drove inside of me harder and deeper. The orgasm hovered just out of reach and I felt my body tighten, ready for it.
Jordan knew I was close. He always did. He lowered his head and wrapped his mouth around my bare nipple, sucking hard. I circled my clit faster, my pussy clenching tighter with each pull of his mouth.
Then I felt the edge of his teeth close on the sensitive flesh and tug. Another shaft of that deliciously painful pleasure pierced me.
I gasped, my head flying back, and came so hard that tiny white lights danced in my vision.
His mouth crashed against mine, muting my cries as my body trembled violently against him. I fisted my hands in his hair, my teeth sinking into his bottom lip as the tremors wracked my body.
His moan filled my mouth and I felt the vibration throughout my body as he slammed into me twice more before he came.
We stayed in that position for several long seconds, our mouths touching and lungs heaving.
Then he lifted his head and moved slightly away.
My weak legs lowered from his hips and I bit back a moan as he slowly pulled out of my body. I managed to keep my feet when he released my weight, but only because the wall was behind me.
His face was all I could see as he stared at me, his eyes unreadable. The hands on my ass squeezed lightly. “Do not move,” he stated. “I’ll be right back.”
I watched as he straightened his clothing and moved toward the door. As it closed behind him, the click brought me back to reality with a jarring thud.
What the fuck had I done?
My legs started to shake again, but not from lust. I looked down and saw my white satin and lace panties lying on the floor. Quickly I leaned over and grabbed them, struggling to pull them up my legs.
As soon as they were in place, I shimmied my skirt down and straightened my bra and sweater, flinching as my fingers brushed my tender nipple.
Before I could decide my next move, the door opened once again. I held my breath, simultaneously praying that it was Jordan but also hoping that it wasn’t. Anyone who saw me now would know exactly what I’d been doing the last twenty minutes. Jordan was definitely the lesser of those two evils.
My ridiculous, contradictory prayer was answered when the door opened to reveal him. His face was in shadow, but he beckoned me.
“I’m taking you home. We’ll come back for your car in the morning.”
I shook my head. “I rode with my assistant, Cynthia.”
“Good, then we’ll find her on the way out and tell her you won’t need a ride.”
“No, Jordan. This was—”
“We’ll discuss it at your place,” he interrupted, reaching out and taking my hand. I could tell by the set of his jaw that he wasn’t going to let this go. The only way I could change his mind would be if I made a scene at Milton Buck’s retirement party. Since career suicide wasn’t high on my to-do list, I stopped arguing and let him lead me down the hall.
I would think about what I needed to say on the drive home, and once I made it clear I wasn’t on board with a repeat performance, I would send Jordan on his way.
I might not have been able to resist him tonight, but I could not allow it to become more than that. Not when the shield I’d surrounded myself with two years ago had cracked beyond repair. My heart would never recover if I didn’t protect it.
