Andohmygod, it felt good!
My head swam, kiss-drunk off Jonas’ mouth. My hips instinctively started to move to a tempo as old as time yet one only the two of us could make out.
Jonas was a big man.
Anyone could see that when they saw him out and about. Over six feet tall, broad shouldered with a body that made it obvious the man liked his time at the gym. I’d assumed other parts of him would match his size. But I couldn’t believe what I felt between my thighs.
His thickness.
His length.
The way his big, beautiful cock rubbed against me despite the layers of fabric between us
“Jonas,” I gasped. His name was the only word I could get past my lips.
“Fuck,” he cursed against my mouth before sucking on my bottom lip. The pressure was almost painful before he let it go with a pop.
“Shit,” I hissed.
“Too much?” he rumbled, peppering kisses down my chin, slowly making his descent to my neck. The world spun, and all I could do was hold on to Jonas for dear life.
“Uh-uh,” I uttered with a slight shake of my head.
“You sure?” The depth of his voice made me tingle all over.
“I like… like what you’re doing,” I managed to spit out. I could feel his lips quirk up into a rare smile, and if his mouth didn’t feel so damn good against my flesh, I would have been upset about missing the sight of his grin.
“Fuck, Kitty Kat, you smell good,” he moaned. If I wasn’t already melting into a puddle on his lap, I would have disintegrated right then and there like cotton candy in the rain. “You always smell so damn good.” His tongue swiped over my pulse point. I wasn’t a blushing virgin. I had my own experiences. But there was something about the way Jonas touched me, the way he looked and spoke to me, that made it all feel new.
Like a first.
And maybe it was.
A first with him. For us.
“Your heart’s racing,” he pointed out as he kissed my neck.
“Jonas,” I whimpered, grinding and undulating my hips. My eyes almost crossed with how good it felt, my sex rubbing against his length. I wanted so much more, shamelessly rubbing myself against him like a cat in heat.
“Baby,” he mumbled, “do you have any idea how hard it was for me to sit here and not touch you? I thought I was going to lose my goddamn mind.”
“Why didn’t you touch me?” The question came out like a breathless whine.
“You work here,” he groaned against my neck. I felt like a live wire, sparking and electric. “Didn’t want you to think I was anything like the last fuck who owned?—“
“I know that,” I cut him off. Jonas’ teeth scraped against my skin, slowly making his way down to my shoulder. “I know you’re not like him. Nothing like him.” And I wasn’t just saying that because I was ready to beg for so much more.
I knew Jonas Porter was a good man.
I’d known that from the first moment I’d laid eyes on him, and everything he’d done since had only solidified that.
From closing the club down to renovating it, paying everyone from the dancers to the bouncers and everyone in between while the doors remained shut, to the benefits he’d offered the moment the club had been ready, to how he was with me.
Especially with how he treated me.
Actions speak louder than words.
I pulled away, my hand touching his face, my thumb stroking his scruffy jaw. His eyes connected with mine. I could see the questions in them, but I didn’t overthink. I simply pulled back and stood.
