Chapter 16
16
JACK
O ver pizza and a wonderful meandering conversation about our lives, Violet has determined that I am in fact the saucy one. Tomato, specifically. Because I am, as she puts it, mildly addicted to Italian food. Maybe she’s right. Pizza, pasta, lasagna. I didn’t even realize that it’s my go-to.
She also points out that I don’t have a single plant in my house. I need some perky couch cushions to add some color, apparently. And my coffee cups are very small compared to the ones at the office.
If she’s casually improving my life this early on, I cannot wait to see where we are in a few months. Years. Forever. Even longer would be great with me.
We stretch out on the sofa, leaning against each other as we watch a nature show with two empty pizza boxes in front of us.
Violet is the one for me. My heart feels more alive than it ever has. Not to mention, I’m positive that our employee retention problem will be solved.
Jerry has already sent me an email saying he’s overheard several people mention being impressed that we’re so concerned about air quality and the health of our employees. He’s convinced that we’ll have much lower employee turnover.
Violet, of course, doesn’t want to take any of the credit.
“You know, after you’ve finished greenifying my entire company, maybe we could have a talk about the back garden.”
Violet turns to me, her beautiful blue eyes cloudy. “Maybe.”
I can see what the problem is without her saying a word. “I mean, if you’re still having doubts, that’s okay. You can take your time to make any hard and fast decisions.”
The storm clears. “Really?”
“Baby, I’m not going anywhere,” I chuckle, squeezing her knee. “And I certainly won’t go anywhere without you, but we can take our sweet time.” Leaning in, I kiss along her temple. “Or our salty time. Or…saucy.”
She twists, curling into my lap to bring us nose to nose.
My heart melts from the way this precious woman looks at me. I cup her delicate face with my hand, my thumb tracing her cheekbone. “So, you’ll stay tonight?”
She responds by gripping my shirt with both hands, pulling my lips to hers.
Our kiss is so hot I feel branded, as if she’s trying to make a point. The taste of her on my lips, the feeling of her in my arms, knowing that it’s just a matter of time before Violet confesses that she loves me too… My heart is so full that I allow my body to take over.
She groans softly, moaning happily as I push the coffee table away and gently roll us onto the plush carpet.
By the time I slip her dress off, her fingers tangling in my hair, I’m so hard it feels like my cock has a core of diamond. My fingers dip into her peach lace panties, finding her already slick and swollen. Every caress makes her shake, as we breathe into each other’s mouths, the kiss overtaking us.
When Violet begins to pant I release her lips, kissing along the top edge of her bra. It’s a bit awkward to unhook and remove it left-handed, but nothing is going to stop my right middle finger from pulsing inside her, my thumb brushing against her most sensitive spot as she quivers against me. Warm and soft and wet… It feels like her soft, curvy body was made specially for me.
Her lower belly quivers against the heel of my hand, her eyelashes fluttering as her legs fall open.
Making Violet tremble with desire feels like my greatest accomplishment. Giving her pleasure feels as natural as breathing. I wait until her thighs are shaking and her heels are digging into the rug before I kiss her again while adding a second finger. I feel like my chest has been cracked open, making room for all the feelings I have for this precious girl.
She becomes even slicker as my fingers glide, trying to ignite every sensitive nerve and make her feel incredible. Her head falls back, then she gasps, and I feel the climax rattle through her in a series of uneven waves.
Feeling her hot little pussy gush around my finger makes me painfully hard. Yet I force myself to move slowly, waiting until she stills to suck my fingers clean.
Her eyes blaze, then she laughs. “If only your staff could see you right now. What a dirty boy you are.”
“You’d better not tell them.” I pull off her soaking undies and toss them over my shoulder as I kneel up, unbuttoning my shirt. Violet reaches out, helping me by unfastening my belt with shaky hands.
Some men think like a caveman, wanting to own their women. I want to be owned. I want to belong to Violet. Want her to understand that my complete happiness rests in her delicate hands.
There’s no elegant way to slide off my pants while on the floor, so I stand, stripping completely. I love the way she drinks in the sight of me, openly staring.
She’s still slick when I lie down beside her and my fingers return to her softness. It takes a moment to get settled, placing her on top of my inner thigh with her leg draped over my hip. I yank down one of the couch cushions to prop up her head, so that we can lie on our sides as my pulsing length brushes against her softness.
My phone rings, and she stiffens. “Do you need to get that?”
“Never.” I kick my pants further away, the phone muffled inside the pocket. “Nothing in this world is as important as this, baby.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “Jack. What if it’s an emergency?”
“Then they call Jerry.” I pull her closer, her soft breasts flattening slightly against my chest. “I’m serious. The entire company is going to know that from now on, you come first.” My eyebrows waggle suggestively. “Trust me, baby. You will always come first.”
Violet begins to laugh as I pull her against me, then her giggle turns into a gasp as I start to sink into her wet warmth.
Her eyes are a different blue in the dim light, and as she draws her bottom lip between her teeth, squirming and moaning, I fall in love with her even more. I want more than anything to say it again, but it’s probably better to wait. Let the permanence of us sink in.
I know that she doesn’t quite trust in us yet. Somehow, I’m going to have to refrain from buying her diamonds right away. A car. Giving her a key to the house.
Violet inhales sharply as I thrust all the way in, which sends her luscious breasts up against me. “Is it too soon to ask for some photos of these gorgeous tits to keep me company on late nights at the office?”
I love that she reaches down to smack my ass. “No way, mister. They are for your eyes only, and I don’t trust computers.”
“Yes.” I look deeply into her eyes. “ Mine .”
I cup her breast with my right hand, my other arm pinned underneath her, rocking us together in a slow, deep rhythm. My cock aches for her, but I need to feel her release first.
She hums and moans, then gasps as I pinch her nipple just hard enough to get a reaction. Her hips tilt forward, pulling me deeper as I rock, admiring every inch of her soft peachy skin. The curve of her hip. The dark rose of her nipples. Her fair cheeks as they become flushed, her eyes half closed.
She blows out a ragged breath, smiling softly. “This is…so good.”
“It’s just the beginning, baby.” My teeth scrape gently along the side of her neck, making her shiver again. “You’re mine, Violet. Just like I’m yours.”
Her eyes widen, and although she doesn’t say anything, she nods slowly. It sends fire through my veins.
My hips surge, my cock hard as steel as I thrust faster, deeper. At some point, we cross the line between making love and outright fucking. A faint blush stains her cheeks and throat as Violet grips me, muscles tightening as she half rocks, half rides me. My thumb brushes her clit gently, feeling that delicious split second when she tumbles over the edge.
“Jack…” she gasps, then I feel her inner walls clamping down, squeezing me tightly as her head falls back.
I clutch her, guiding her up and down my length, taking her hard and fast straight through her climax and into mine. Her nails dig into my skin as her mouth drops open with a ragged, weak cry. Her orgasm seems to go on and on, then my body seizes up, rigid as the detonation starts in my core, trembling outward through every muscle. I pump hard, long spurts of come filling Violet over and over.
“Wow,” she murmurs, her head flopping forward to land on my chest.
“Yeah. Wow.”
Rocking her gently, I nuzzle her hair. “When we can walk again, I’ll get you into the bath. Or would you prefer the hot tub?”
Her chin tips up and her mouth makes the cutest little O shape. “You have a hot tub?”