Chapter 34 Jessica
Jessica
I pull my glasses away, putting them on the table and rubbing my eyes. I feel like I’ve been staring at my laptop for hours, and as I look at my watch, noticing it’s close to midnight, I realize I have been.
“I don’t think there’s much else we can do tonight.
” Donovan puts down the paperwork he was reviewing.
He’s right. We’ve been through everything twice.
We’ve typed up our summary, and we have saved all the information on external private drives.
Made copies. Donovan will now take over what will happen with it all. The bulk of my work is now done.
“You alright?”
I look at him. The man at my side. The one who makes me feel whole. Complete. Like I have someone in my life who loves me just for being me—the girl who loves spreadsheets, the news channel, and working at the sprinkler shop on Saturdays.
“I’m fine,” I reassure him, like I have all night. And I am. I’m probably in the most protected place I can be, high up in the sky, layers of protection between me and the ground. No one can get to me here.
“Let’s go take a shower. I feel like we need to wash away the day.” He stands, holding out his hand, and I take it with ease. As I stand, his hand scoops around my waist, and he pulls me to his chest, my feet dangling. I grin as he walks us down the hall.
“I can walk, you know…” I run my hand through his hair, admiring his good looks.
“I know… I just like carrying you around.”
I laugh, even though it isn’t a full laugh. The pressure of today feels too real, too frightening, too much.
“I’ll break your back.” I toy with him as he places me down in the bathroom and turns on the shower.
“Worth it.” He winks and unbuttons the shirt I’m wearing.
One of his. When I got here this afternoon, I needed comfort.
So I stripped off my work attire, put on his shirt, and threw my hair up into a topknot and got to work.
Now as he pulls the shirt from my frame, his large warm hands feel so good against my skin.
“Mmmmmm… that feels nice…” My eyes close as his large palms run up and down my torso before they move around my back and unclip my bra.
The sound of rushing water, the warmth of the steam and bathroom lights, his hands on my body as they scoop over my shoulders, pulling my bra from my frame, I start to relax.
“You’re beautiful, you know that…”
I open my eyes a little and see him watching me.
His hand runs up my torso, skirting across my nipple before he lifts it to my jaw.
Cupping my face, he steps forward slightly, taking my lips with his.
His lips are soft, teasingly so, and I run my hands down his chest, pulling at his shirt a little, then I start to undo his buttons.
He pulls back and removes his shirt from his frame as I slip off my underwear and step into the shower.
“Ohhh, this is so nice,” I tell him as the hot water hits my skin and my muscles lose some of the tension they’ve been holding.
“I agree,” he murmurs, stepping in behind me, his hands running up my arms and settling on my shoulders where he starts to massage.
“I want to go to the sprinkler shop on Saturday…” My mind is tired, but still, thoughts filter.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Donovan’s careful with his words, but I feel his body tense.
“But I never miss a Saturday,” I tell him as I close my eyes, this massage feeling so good.
“I’m sure your uncle will understand.”
I blow out a breath. I hate letting them down, but as he continues to massage my shoulders, I let it go for now.
“You’re too good to me.” I grin as my head falls back, leaning on his broad chest as his fingers work my muscles. I think if Marcus Jasper turned up to end my life, I would die happy.
“You’re tight, too tense.” He leans down, and his lips touch just below my ear. I rest my head to the side as he kisses me. My body melts a little more, the hot water hitting my front as his hands move lower.
“Mmmm, that’s helping…” I grin a little as his hands hit my breasts, molding them in his palms.
“What about this?” His words caress my neck, where his lips still tickle and tease me. He keeps one hand on my breast, tweaking my nipple as he lowers the other.
“Soooo good,” I tell him as he pulls me to him tighter. I feel him then, hard, heavy, and I push my ass back a little.
“Good girl. Relax,” he whispers, and as his hand finds my center, I moan. “What about this?” God, this man. His fingers circle my clit as the water beats down. His other hand is still molding my breast and his cock is pushing into my cheeks. It feels like he is everywhere.
“Yes…” I hiccup as my body starts to quiver. I push back into him some more as his kisses on my neck become more needy.
“I’m so fucking hard for you right now.” He slips a finger inside me, and I almost combust.
“Yes…” I’m panting now. “Yes… yes…”
He starts circling and thrusting with his fingers, a rhythm that he does firmly over and over again, slow, steady.
“Donovan.” I say his name in warning, not wanting him to stop, wanting to chase the high he gives me.
He teases his hand, moving faster, my hips now in time. “Feeling needy, baby? Let me take care of you… Let me show you what you mean to me.”
“Donovan… oh…” I’m so close, and I lift my hand, wrapping it behind his head, pulling his lips to my neck. As I do, he sucks hard, at the same time as he pinches my nipple and clit. I can’t even stop the full shake that takes over my body.
“Donovan!” I cry out, my body out of control as he handles me like only he knows how. I raise my other hand, reaching around my head, trying to hold him as my body is left open for him to use as he needs to.
He moans as I come down from my orgasm, and I feel him grin against my neck. I can’t help the smile that comes to my face as I lean against his chest, his fingers slowing to a caress, his hand sliding up my torso back to my shoulders, where he resumes his massage.
“Much better…” he tells me, his praise lighting me up.
I feel him still hard against my back, so I turn around.
I look up at him, his hair wet, his eyes full of lust and love.
Water droplets run down his bare chest, his chiseled torso covered in a small tussle of hair.
He’s the man every woman dreams of, yet here he is. All mine.
My eyes lower, down his front, and settle on where he’s now throbbing, and with the hot water encasing us, I drop to my knees.
“What are you doing?” He looks giant now as I look up at him. With a small grin, I take him in my hands, the contact making him draw in a breath as I palm him.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” I keep my eyes on his as I lean in, swiping my tongue over his tip, and I hear a small growl.
“Be very careful, baby, because you on your knees might become my new addiction.” His words cut off as I take him in, a little at first before I pull back and then try again, a little deeper.
“Shit…” he hisses as his hands slap on the glass above my head, his head still dropped forward, watching me closely.
I look up, meeting his gaze as he slides from my mouth, and I give him a grin.
“Are you teasing me?” I can't decipher the look on his face. It’s full of want, need, and almost feral with desire.
“Maybe…” I act coy as I swirl my tongue, licking him, enjoying his taste, and getting used to his size.
“Soooo Saturday?” I roll my lips so I don’t bark a laugh at the way he lifts an eyebrow.
“Hmmmm… I don’t think—” His voice hitches as I run my tongue over him again. “You’re not playing fair,” He grits out, and I smile as I palm him over and over in my hand.
“I know.”
“I will take you. I will be around. I will have security following every move you make.”
“Okay.” I agree to that, because as much as I want to go and help out my family, I’m not totally stupid. I know I need to take Marcus’ threat seriously and be smart.
“Now take me in, baby… Take me deep.” My pussy pulses at his words, but I do as he asks and I swirl my tongue around his tip and take him in. I move slowly and run my hands up his legs, dragging my nails over his skin.
“Could you be any more perfect?” I hear him murmur as his hands land in my wet hair, brushing it from my face and holding it up. My head tilts slightly, and he moves forward, getting deeper.
I moan instantly at the sting on my scalp, the hot water, and feel of him heavy in my mouth, and I rush to take him in again. This experience is like nothing else I’ve done. Here in his penthouse, surrounded by luxury, tense from a night of working, and now here feeling the release we both need.
“Give me your hands,” he commands, and I lift my arms up. He grabs them, crossing my wrists above my head, and I position myself, my back flat against the shower wall.
“Bossy much?” I look up at him, but he doesn’t have time to answer before I take him in again and set a rhythm.
“That’s it. Fuck, Jess. Take it.”
I’m lost now. Lost in rhythm, lost in feeling. My skin tingles all over, my pussy throbbing as water splashes around us as he thrusts into my mouth. With my hands bound, I move, trying to get friction, and it’s then I understand what’s he’s doing. Chasing his high but keeping my own on the edge.
“Fuck, I’m going to come.” His stomach tightens, his glistening abs on fire, and he lets go with a guttural groan of my name. “Jess. Sweet fucking Jess…”
I swallow him down, my body feeling needy again, my pussy pulsing like it never has before.
“Stand.”
I do so immediately. His bossy nature is not one I experience at the office often, and right here, naked in his shower, is the place I most want it.
“Turn around.”
I turn quickly to look at the shower wall, my palms flat against the tiles.
“What are… Ohhhhh.” I barely get the words out when I feel his mouth on me. His hands grab my ass cheeks, spreading them from behind. His tongue dives into me, over and over again.
“Oh shit…” The feeling is overwhelming. I feel like crying, the ache, the need, it’s all-encompassing. He slaps my ass hard as I push back on him and ride his face.
I can’t form words, only whimpers and moans. I’m still sensitive from before, the rush I feel coming too soon.
“Oh God, I can’t… I… oh—” I feel like my eyes almost roll back in my head as he sucks on my clit and I combust.
I should be embarrassed by how I scream out my pleasure, but I’m too relaxed. I feel like melting into a puddle right here in his shower, the hot water pelting on me. As I lean my head against the cool tiles, I feel his hands run up my back and his warm strong body behind me.
“You’re so beautiful. You alright?” He peppers kisses across my shoulder blades as I stand back up, and he holds me tight.
“Better than alright.” My words feel muffled. Am I actually dreaming?
“Mmmm, let’s go to bed. You need your rest.” He turns the water off, wraps me in a large towel, and wraps one around himself. I stand as he dries me, my legs and arms too weak, now feeling bone-tired as he picks me up.
“Thanks, I don’t think I can walk now.” My head rests against his chest, this day, the hot water, and the two orgasms proving too much.
I hear him chuckle as he puts me to bed, covering me with the blanket.
“Sleep.” He kisses my forehead and stands. I lift my hand, grabbing his.
“Where are you going?” I’m almost dozing, my eyes just slits now.
He bends down, his lips soft on mine as he kisses me good night.
“I’m going to finish what you started. Now rest. I’ll be back soon.”
I don’t feel him leave. I’m already snoring by the time he walks out the bedroom door.