Chapter 1
Chapter One
GLaw: So it’s really that hot?
JLan: You have no idea. My sweat is sweating.
GLaw: Wouldn’t mind seeing that trick.
JLan: LOL. Help!
GLaw: I’ll make a couple calls. In the meantime, maybe B&B could adopt a clothing-optional policy.
JLan: You’re only saying that because you want to see Sophie topless.
GLaw: No comment.
JLan: What? So unlike you to plead the fifth. How was your date last night?
GLaw: Eternal.
JLan: Thought you liked this woman?
GLaw: I did. First couple of dates. Then we decided to stop screwing and start talking. It went downhill fast.
JLan: Gross. You’re a pig. Remind me again. Why are we friends?
GLaw: You find me irresistible.
JLan: No comment.
GLaw: Got a meeting in ten. Doing lunch again next week?
JLan: Of course. Every Monday.
GLaw: Keep cool, Jordy. And let me know if you take me up on the topless idea.
JLan: Go to your meeting.
GLaw: LOL. Later.
J ordan Lance signed off IM then stared at her screensaver. It was a picture of her and Gabriel taken at an impromptu picnic Stephanie had thrown in May to celebrate spring and the return of warm weather. Jayne had caught them unaware as they chatted, sitting in lawn chairs. Neither of them faced the camera and they weren’t even smiling, but it was still Jordan’s favorite picture. Not because it was particularly good shot of her, but because of the expression on Gabriel’s face.
For that brief moment in time, he was completely focused on her. His gaze was intent, interested and maybe even attracted.
She scoffed. Yeah, right. Attracted. In your dreams, Jordan.
She opened a spreadsheet and decided it was time to focus on work and real life.
Unfortunately, her distraction was too strong.
In my dreams.
She gave in to the inevitable and closed her eyes.
“Do that again. Oh yeah. Right there. God, right there.”
She looked down at the top of his head, seeing only the sea of chestnut hair. He was currently driving her to madness, doing all sorts of beautiful things between her legs. She thrashed against her desk chair, throwing her head back.
His tongue flicked against her clit once more and she squealed with delight, more moisture flooding her already soaked pussy. A trickle of sweat ran down the side of her face, but she didn’t bother to flick it away. She could take the heat in stride when it felt this damn good.
She reached out, ran her fingers through his thick, soft hair and let her eyes drift shut. She was so close. So fucking close.
“Please,” she whispered.
He didn’t speak. He never did. He simply walked into her office, dropped to his knees and gave her the hottest orgasms in history.
His mouth moved harder against her sensitive flesh, his teeth nipping lightly, causing the most incredible sensation. She couldn’t decide if it hurt or felt good, but she’d be damned if she’d tell him to stop.
“More,” she pleaded. His mouth wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. She needed his cock, but he held back, never offering her that last bit of paradise.
He responded to her request by slowly pushing two fingers inside her pussy.
She tightened her hands in his hair. She must be hurting him, but he never complained, never sought release. Then she realized he wasn’t sweating. Apparently, she was the only one suffering from the increase in temperature.
He was cool as a cucumber as he increased the speed, his fingers fucking her faster, deeper.
She thrust her hips toward him, unable to control the movements of her body. He had her thrashing around like a flag in a hurricane. Powerless to resist him. Putty in his hands. She needed so much more than this.
“You.” She gripped his wrist, trying to pull his hand away from her pussy. She wouldn’t be denied. Not again. While his mouth and hands did glorious things to her, she was determined that this time—today—she’d get it all. She had to. Perspiration dampened her shirt, the cotton clinging to her breasts. She was on the verge of bursting into flames but she didn’t care. She’d gladly stand on the pyre as long as he was here with her.
He remained silent, ignoring her pleas, her grip on his arm. He continued to push his thick fingers inside her, adding another to the dance. God dammit. She’d never make it. Never be able to hold on.
“I need you.” Her voice was hoarse from her cries but he didn’t respond. When he sucked her clit into his mouth, she knew it was game over.
She released his hair and her hand flew to the arm of the chair, gripping it tightly as she bucked toward him, toward his tormenting mouth, his gorgeous fingers.
“Ahhh…” She saw spots. Her body tingled from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. She imagined even her hair felt the pulse of her orgasm. Trembling, she let it consume her, take her to the peak and toss her over.
Free-falling back to earth, she wondered if there could be anything more wonderful than this.
As the sensations subsided, she kept her eyes shut, unwilling to return to reality. The image of her lover faded then disappeared. No matter how hard she tried, Jordan couldn’t keep him with her.
“Please, Gabriel,” she whispered. “Don’t go.”
When she couldn’t ignore the truth any longer, she slowly lifted her eyelids.
A quick glance confirmed it was her own fingers that had driven her to madness.
Her fantasy was over, and she was alone.
Again.