The little minx was doing this on purpose.
Here I was struggling valiantly to be a gentleman and control myself, while he was shamelessly trying to seduce me.
Well, if that’s how it was going to be, then game on.
When he finished, Jordy slid his plate aside to brace his elbows on the table and lean closer, pillowing his head on his arms in a way that was probably meant to look cute.
He was right. It was.
“So…” He let the word hang on his tongue for a moment like he was debating over his words, even though I was certain he knew exactly what he wanted to say. “I was thinking. Since we’ll be going after Grace Calderon on our own, that’ll be pretty dangerous, right. There’s a good chance one of us could get hurt, or worse.”
Okay. Maybe I wasn’t so sure where this conversation was going.
Pushing my own plate aside—which was still half full but there was no point to it since I’d barely tasted a bite—I gave him my full focused attention.
“I won’t lie. Yes, it will be dangerous. I understand if you’re having second thoughts.”
Jordy quickly shook his head.
“Oh, no I’m not having second thoughts. It’s actually kinda exciting. It’s not the first time I’ve been in a life-or-deathsituation, but this time, instead of just fighting to survive, I get to fight to actually make things better.”
He talked about risking his life so casually. There was even a little spark in his voice, like a child eagerly talking about anticipated Christmas presents.
With his delicate looks and cheerful personality, it was easy to mistake Jordy for someone frail and in need of protection.
Hell, I knew everything the man had been through, there was an itemized list of the abuses he’d suffered sitting inside my briefcase that very moment, and even I sometimes forgot exactly how much he had survived. I did not need to explain to him the dangers of what we were about to face. He understood them better than anyone.
If anything, he might be the one who’d have to coach me through it.
“Okay. So, if you’re not having second thoughts, then what are you thinking about?”
“Sex,” he said, with a definite nod.
It was a good thing I’d already finished eating, because if I’d had anything in my mouth at that moment, I probably would have spit it out. I thought I was pretty liberal when it came to sexuality, but I don’t think I’d ever just blurted out the word so matter-of-factly before.
If Jordy noticed my surprise, he didn’t mention it as he continued to explain just as abruptly as he’d started the conversation.
“I’ve never enjoyed sex before. That never bothered me until now. I always had bigger things to figure out. However, going after Grace Calderon will be dangerous, and there’s a chance I may not survive it. I hate the idea of dying before I’ve had a chance to enjoy something that everyone else seems to enjoy so much. This may not be the best time, but it’s the last opportunity I could have.”
The smile he turned on me was angelic, but I knew better than to use that word to describe him.
“So, want to help me out?”
I stared at him, subtly adjusting the buttons on my shirt to get a little more airflow against my suddenly heated skin. “No pressure, right.”
His smile twisted at the corners, turning his angelic expression just a little bit devilish.
“Oh, you seem like a man who works well under pressure.”
Something stirred against my leg, and it didn’t take me long to realize what it was. Jordy never so much as twitched as he slowly slid his bare foot up the inseam of my trousers.
I held my breath, taking control of my patience and willing myself not to react.
At first, I thought he would stop at my knee, but I underestimated the reach of his long legs. His foot skipped right past my knee and slipped between my legs. The ball of his foot pressed against my growing arousal with the deadly accuracy of an Olympian archer, hitting his target dead center despite everything being hidden under the table.
The sudden friction of my own zipper pushing against my rapidly filling cock sent an electric jolt of pleasure straight to my brain. I flinched and clamped my legs around his foot to stop its motion.
That was it. A man’s patience could only be tested so far.
