“What are— Where are you going?”
“I should be working,” I whispered, hardly recognizing my voice as I brought each leg between his and stood.
It was crazy.
I knew the girls liked to give me a hard time about this room no other dancer had been in, but as I stood and looked at him, making out the size difference and just how perfectly we were at eye level at this height, I wondered if he’d done that on purpose.Please, Kitty! Be realistic. This is just a coincidence. If you’re going to have fun with the big guy, do it, but be smart. Don’t go making fairy tales out of what could possibly just turn out as a friends-with-benefits situation.
“Baby—“
“Shhh…” I pushed his chest back, along with the cynical thoughts, before I stepped back. “Like you said, boss, I’m working.”
“Kitty, I didn’t mean?—“
I grabbed the remote control I’d seen him use to change the music and pressedPlay. The distinctive sultry notes were familiar to me. I started to sway my hips back and forth to the slow tempo. My arms rose and fingers pulled my ponytail down, and I ran them through my long dark hair. His eyes never wavered from mine. The singer’s melodic voice filled the space.
Beg for it. Let me hear it in your tone.The lyrics couldn’t be more perfect for what I wanted from him. Jonas’ hand gripped the armrest, and I turned around, circling my hips while glancing over my shoulder before going back to him, putting one leg over one thigh only to do it to the other, taking back the seat I’d just left.The way you look at me. My whole body responds. You don’t touch me, but I can feel you already….
His jaw clenched to the point it almost seemed painful as I held his face and started to dance on his lap.
“Kitty.” His tone was a warning I chose to ignore.
“Shh,” I hushed. I wasn’t sure what had come over me and what exactly I was going to do, but I let my body talk for me.
“Baby, you don’t have to—“ His voice sounded gruff to my ears, almost tortured.
“What if I want to?” I asked sweetly. There was no denying how vulnerable and free I felt all at the same time.
Time slowed.
I stared at him, still unable to believe he was real. I wasn’t sure what star I’d made a wish on that had made him come to life, but fuck me, I was thankful for it. No matter what happened from here on out, I’d take the good, the bad, and the heartbreak my poor little cynical heart wouldn’t ever be able to wipe away.
Jonas sat back on the couch we’d spent so much time together on. Thick, long fingertips tapped impatiently on the cushions below him like he was trying to keep some kind of grip on what was happening between us. His hair was a little ruffled up from my hands, his suit more disheveled than I’d ever seen, and his gaze promised he’d eat me up whole if I let him. His nose flared, and I knew he wasn’t going to deny me. I fought not to outright smile at him.
“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath. “You’re sure?” That massive chest of his rose and fell. I nodded, looking up at him from beneath my lashes, and happily watched the way his Adam’s apple bobbed.
“Dance,” he clipped. My sex clenched for relief I couldn’t get yet.Soon,a little voice whispered, and I wasn’t sure if it was the jaded side or the hopeless romantic that’d said it. Maybe it had been both? “Dance for me, beautiful girl,” he ordered again, and I did just that.
Moving to the song, loving the way the lyrics somehow fit exactly to how I felt. I wanted everything she said in the song. For him to beg, or for him to make me beg for more. I didn’t care. I was a writhing, squirming wet mess of his lap. Letting my lips hover over his own, gliding against his cheek and into the crook of his own neck.
His expensive cologne smelled sinfully delicious. But it was the scent beneath the cologne and body wash that made my mouth water for the heady taste of him. The natural smell of Jonas’ skin mixed with sweat and something uniquely him made me dizzy. My mind was fuzzy, drunk off the sexy song and how good his strong and more than capable body felt beneath my own. Working up both of us to the point I was embarrassingly close to shattering right here on his lap.
I’d never enjoyed my job more.
We were both breathing heavily by the time the song ended and something new started to play. His forehead pressed against mine, lightly slick with sweat, forcing the two of us to sharing the same air.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, kitten.” It might have been a warning, but I only saw it as a challenge. I felt my lips move upward without meaning to grin at him.
“Would you rather go back to us reading?” I taunted, poking a sleeping beast.
“Kitty.” My name sounded strained on his tongue, and I wanted to hear it again.
“You like me here.” I pressed my lips to his chin before pulling back. “Don’t you?” I asked, moving to kiss the other side. I was playing with fire and couldn’t wait to feel the burn.
“Katarina.” My heart skipped a beat at him calling me by my real name. No one called me that. Not since my parents had passed away my junior year of high school. His jaw clenched, and I pouted playfully, reaching for his hands.
“Please,” I pleaded sweetly, staring up at him with wide eyes. Bringing his hands up next to us, his fingertips touched mine. “Don’t you know what you’ve been doing to me all these months, big guy?”
“Tell me,” he groaned like he was in pain. Pain I knew I could make better.
