Chapter 15
Jax
Jones immediately calls me into his office as soon as I’m back on our floor.
He’s standing by the door, like he was waiting for me, and that samezingof awareness passes over my skin as I walk past him.
“Fran emailed me, telling me your apology seemed genuine.” he says.
I hold his gaze, trying to get a read on him, but he gives nothing away. I have yet to see him even close to cracking a smile.
He closes the door, and I hear the click of the lock.
As he comes up behind me, he pauses for a second and then walks around to lean against his desk. I hand him the file I got from finance, and he places it behind him.
“Does that mouth of yours get you in trouble a lot?” he asks.
“Occasionally,” I mutter.
“Still, I bet you got away with everything when you were younger. You have the biggest puppy dog eyes I’ve ever seen.”
I scowl at him. “I do not have ‘puppy dog’ eyes.”
“Oh, you do, that’s all I could focus on last night. That and the way you moaned when you came.”
I clear my throat and can see the amusement in his eyes now, as my cheeks turn red. He raises an eyebrow and pushes off the desk. In heels, I am usually the same height as most of my brothers, but Jones is still about half a foot taller than me.
I need to buy some higher heels.
“Pull up your skirt,” he says quietly, his eyes so intense my breath hitches. “Please.”
Oh, fuck me.
It’s the ‘please’ that has my fingers curling around the hem of my skirt and pulling it up before I can overthink it.
He steps forward. For a long time, he just stands there, waiting to see what I’ll do. This is the first time he’s touched me outside of the blow job, and it seems as if he’s asking permission.
He looks down, those blue eyes taking me in, and then I feel his fingers slide over my stomach, lowering down and expertly hooking between my legs. They find my clit immediately, as if he’s done it a thousand times, and the shock of it is so surprising I make a low little cry. His lips move into something that could resemble a real smile.
“Do you dye your hair?” he asks casually, his eyes moving from my legs to my head as he runs his eye over the ponytail that disappears down my back.
“All the time,” I say, “all the colors of the rainbow.”
“Take it down, please.”
His fingers are moving over my clit, and I’m already wet. I’ve never had such an immediate reaction to anyone touching me. Parker had to go at it for hours before I was turned on—that should have been a red flag right from the beginning.
Gray Jones is just pure dominance and charisma, and my whole body vibrates for him.
I pull the tie out of my hair, and I’m about to shake it out, when he suddenly pulls his hand out from between my legs.
“Turn around.”
I do, and he immediately presses his chest up against my back, sliding his fingers back down my body, pushing beneath my tights and my panties, and massaging my clit even harder than before.
I widen my legs as he moves around to stand to the side of me, his hand still working me without pause.
“Shake out your hair.” His voice is so low it makes me shiver. “Slowly.”
