I have to have her suck me again, and I slowly stand up, keeping my hands in her hair. She looks up at me, that perfect mouth waiting, and I gently push my dick back inside the wet heat of it.
Slowly, I begin to fuck her mouth, gauging her reaction, not wanting to hurt her. Her hands come up to grip my thighs,and the bite of her nails through my pants makes me come explosively, spectacularly down her throat.
That was the best blow job I’ve ever had.
Catching my breath, I barely register that she’s already standing up, brief and perfunctory, wiping a finger over the corner of her mouth and giving me a little smirk before she turns and walks out.
And now all my plans are out the window. I can’t fire her, not until I’ve fucked her at least once.
Chapter 10
Jax
When I get back to my desk, it’s almost time for me to leave. My workday has consisted of storming into a conference room, setting up my computer, and dealing with my contract. I’ve barely done anything that could be considered actual work.
At least the boss got off. That has to mean he’s at least a little satisfied.
I open my phone and check my banking app, and a rush of gratitude pulses through me when I see that the $5,000 for the interview has already been deposited.
But as I grab my bag and walk out, I still feel uneasy. Something about the encounter with Jones has left me on edge. Not the act itself, I’ve had my fair share of boyfriends, and I know how to give a guy head, but Gray Jones isn’t really like any of the guys I’ve dated.
A small smile flirts at the corner of my mouth as I think about Parker, my last boyfriend. We met at Jensons, where he had shown up every night for three weeks trying to seduce me.
He was tall, quiet, and obsessed with me—just the way I like them. At first, I hadn’t been interested. I’d just gotten out of amessy breakup with one of Flynn’s friends, and I wanted space to get over him. But eventually, Parker convinced me.
He was the opposite of Jones. Timid, sweet, and worshipped the ground I walked on. It was amazing for my confidence, making me feel like a queen whenever I was around him. Parker looked at me as if he couldn’t believe that I would really date him.
Jones looks at me like he couldn’t care less what I do as long as I obey him.
And why the fuck do I find that so hot?
I’ve never felt submissive around any guy before, and it’s not a natural part of my personality. I wouldn’t be a very good club manager if I let people walk all over me. Half the security guards at Jensons are twice my size, and every one of them knew not to mess with me within thirty minutes of working there.
Mr. Jones, on the other hand, makes me nervous. There’s something so cold and calculating about him. I’m not used to it.
Most men would show some emotion if a stranger strutted into their conference room and demanded to speak to them with no warning.
But he just stared at me like he was trying to figure me out, as if he could see right through to my thundering heartbeat.
And when we were in his office, it was just the same. He looked at me as if I owed him his subservience. It should have pissed me off, but it didn’t. Iwantedto please him.
I stop in the middle of the office, halfway between my desk and the elevators, staring ahead of me in shock.
That’s not me. I don’t owe a man anything.
Glancing around, as if everyone can read my mind, I notice some people have stopped what they were doing to stare at me. I narrow my eyes in response, and they return to their screens.
Hiking my purse up my shoulder, I head toward the elevators, giving Vince a warm smile as I pass him. He’s eating a cookie and grins at me, crumbs tumbling from his mouth.
As the elevator opens onto the ground floor, I walk out of the building into the fading light of a January evening. I really need a thicker coat, because my leather jacket is incredibly thin, and I shiver as I cross the road toward the subway.
As I reach the opposite side of the street, I turn back, looking up at the building. I can just see the windows in Gray’s office above me, and I wonder whether he might be standing there, looking down at me.
I lick my lips, enjoying the lingering taste of him in my mouth. I probably should have insisted he wear a condom, but the speech Pippa gave me about how careful they are with client health, as well as the health of their women, reassures me.
How many women has he fucked like that, so controlling, just ramming into my mouth like he had every right to?
Another shiver hits me, and this time it has nothing to do with the cold. I go down the steps and into the subway, wrapping the thin leather around my body and blending in with the crowd.
