Chapter 22 Jones
JONES
“Hey.”
The word is soft, but insistent. I’m still in an orgasm haze, even though I’ve already disposed of the condom. “Yeah?”
She runs her hand down my arm, and hell, do I ever love that she’s using her permission slip at last. She can keep those hands on me all night long. I fucking love how she touches me, how much she wants to explore. She makes me feel like a cat, arching, purring, asking for more.
Turning to her side, she props her head in her hand, resting on her elbow. “We should talk. Don’t you think?”
“Sure.” I still sound groggy, but it’s just the drug wearing off. The drug of her. Sobriety doesn’t interest me, though. I need another hit. I kiss her neck, inhaling her clean skin.
She wriggles against me, gliding her hands over my belly. “Mmm. You’re distracting me.”
“I’m good at that.” I nibble on her earlobe, flicking my tongue against her red cherry earrings. “These are sexy.”
“Thank you.”
I run my hand through her hair. “Your hair is sexy.”
She smiles. “Thank you.”
“You’re sexy.”
She smiles, then wiggles her eyebrows. “And to think I was positively sure you were pretty much a blonde or bust type of guy.”
I scoff. “Well, you were wrong.”
“I suppose I was. What a surprise. A welcome one, since I didn’t think you were into me.”
Time to roll my eyes like I’ve never rolled them before. “You find it surprising that I like you? After we just fucked each other’s brains out?”
A faint blush spreads over her cheeks. “Maybe.” She shrugs.
“Fine. One roll in the hay isn’t enough evidence for you, so clearly we’ll need to do it again.”
“Well, duh.”
“But maybe you’re right. Maybe fucking each other senseless isn’t proof enough, because I sure as hell thought you would never give me the time of day.”
“Seriously?” Her voice goes soft. “I was never mean to you.”
“I know. You were always good to me. But you were also so tough when I tried to flirt with you. When I did things to get your attention. You were so impervious. So professional.”
“I thought it was all just a game. Just you being your playful self.”
“You did?”
She nods. “I figured the towel drop and the flirty comments were just who you were. And if I let myself think they meant anything more, I’d have been an idiot.”
“They meant more,” I say.
“But I had no idea.” Vulnerability flashes in her irises. “I had to be strong. I had to be professional around you.”
“Why?” I prop my head in my hand, mirroring her.
“I couldn’t risk letting on how I really felt.”
A cocky grin spreads on my face. I poke her shoulder. “Admit it. You do like me.”
Nudging my side, she whispers, “Obviously.” She winks. “I mean, obviously I like the orgasm you just gave me. That’s what I wanted to say.”
I flop my head dramatically on the pillow and mime stabbing myself in the heart. “I’m wounded. She only wants me for my dick.”
She bends her face to mine and brushes her lips over my jawline. “I like you and your dick, and I’d like more orgasms.”
“Good, but I’m still filing a report on you.”
Flinching, she pulls back. “For what? For sexual harassment?”
I laugh, my head shaking vigorously. “No. God, no. I wouldn’t even joke about that, not in this climate, and not ever. And it’s a damn good thing we work together, not as one person under the other.”
“But I was just under you.” She gives a sly little wink, and I’m loving this new side of Jillian. It was there all along, and even though she’s been professional, she’s definitely been playful with me at times. But now with the clothes off, the sassy flirt I’ve seen hints of has fully emerged.
I move over her, pinning her beneath me, my palms planted flat by her shoulders. “And you will be under me again,” I say, and she lets out a sexy little murmur. “But mostly I was going to file a report to put myself on the injured reserve, because I think you sent me into an orgasm coma there.”
“One orgasm is all it takes to induce a coma? You’re easy.”
“Easy? Hardly. I still can’t function fully because of the magnitude. It was like a nine-point-eight on the Richter scale.”
If I thought Jillian had a great smile, I was wrong. She has a magnificent smile. She has a heart-stopping smile. Because now I’m rewarded with the biggest grin in the world. “Hmm. That does sound rather intense,” she says. “Is there anything at all to do to revive you?”
I pretend as if I’m devoting deep thought to the topic. “More sex, for starters. A blow job, possibly. Maybe let me go down on you.”
“I don’t believe I was stopping you before. I think you’re the one who wanted to skip straight to the main attraction.”
“Woman, are you challenging me? I will go down on you right now.”
“You will?”
I nod. “Why do you act like that’s surprising?”
She quirks up an eyebrow. “Because I probably taste like a condom?”
“There’s really only one way to find out.”
I slide down her body, bring my face to her sweet paradise, and give her a kiss then a lick.
There is a faint taste of rubber, but it fades in seconds and I’m left with the delicious taste of her.
Sweet, salty, sexy. She tastes like the woman I’ve wanted to touch so badly.
The woman who just came hard underneath me.
She moans and moves, arching her hips against my face as I flick my tongue, as I lick long, devouring lines up her hot, wet center.
She can’t lie still, and it’s fucking fantastic because it makes me work harder, it makes me keep up with her as she rocks into me, tangling her hips and legs around my face. I swear by the time she’s nearing the edge, she’s practically on her side in some bizarre new position.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she cries out in a chant, yanking me closer, coming on my lips.
Afterward, she murmurs for several long seconds as I untangle from her, rolling her to her back. “Damn, you get into it.”
She flashes me a satisfied smile, her eyes still glossy and hazy. “What can I say? I kind of like everything you do to me.”
“Kind of?”
“Kind of a lot.”
“Good, because I’m going to do that again, and soon. You taste like perfection. But I also would like to fuck you.”
I bring my hand to my dick and stroke. Her eyes drift down and she stares hungrily. “That’s so hot,” she whispers as I run my hand along my length. “I want to watch you do that someday.”
“Yeah? You do?”
She nods. “I’ve gotten off to that.”
My eyes bulge. “You have?”
“Sometimes I picture you touching me, but one of my go-tos is imagining you’re doing the same. That you’re jerking off to thoughts of me. I imagine you in your shower, getting off as you picture me. And that pretty much makes me come in seconds.”
I swear my dick grows impossibly harder as she says that. Harder and insistent. I let go and yank her up on all fours. “Then I will make sure you get to watch it someday, you sexy, perfect woman. But right now, I need to get inside you again.”
She lowers herself to her elbows, lifting her fantastic heart-shaped ass high in the air. Damn. “You have the best ass I’ve ever seen,” I tell her, swatting her cheek.
She lets out a sexy yelp, and I bite down on the soft flesh. My reward is a long moan, and I find another condom quickly.
Once it’s on, I grab her hips and shove into her. We groan at the same time.
“You look so fucking hot like this,” I tell her as she turns her face, watching us from underneath me. That sends a wicked charge down my spine as I pump into her, setting a relentless pace.
“So do you. You look so good on your knees fucking me deep.”
“Jesus. What a filthy mouth.” I’m burning up. Her shamelessness turns me on even more, makes desire prickle all over me.
I fuck her like I’ve always wanted to. With her offering her body, giving herself over.
Soon enough, she grabs at the white sheets, curling her fingers around the fabric, losing control in a beautiful orgasm that lasts for ages. Mine stretches on and on, too, as I join her on the other side.
Minutes later, she’s still breathing hard as she runs a hand through her hair. “You’re like a sex machine.”
I blow on my fingers and rub them across my chest. “I will take that as a compliment. And I’m sweating now. And thirsty. Thanks for the workout.”
I head to the bathroom, pour a glass of water for myself then one more for her, and return to the bed, offering a cup to Jillian. As we drink, my mind trips back to earlier in the night, something I heard her friend say.
“What was the deal with your buddy and the elementary school? The water pipes or something?”
She scoots up against the pillows, setting her glass on the nightstand.
“He does press for the local NBA team and they pay for sporting goods and things like that at one of the inner-city schools. From what he was hearing, it sounds like the water pipes burst and the summer program for the fourth-grade kids who go there will be closed unexpectedly tomorrow. They have teachers to supervise the kids, but nowhere to go.”
I furrow my brow. “That must suck for the parents. I remember when I was younger and schools had to close. My parents scrambled without any day care.”
Jillian nods thoughtfully. “It’s a real problem for working parents, especially with little kids.”
“Do you know if Andre figured out what to do? If there’s anything to do?”
She shakes her head. “I don’t. Do you have something in mind?”
The cogs are turning. I tap my temple. “I do, actually.”
I tell her my idea, and she beams. “You’d do that?”
“Of course. It’s hard to be a working parent. That’s one of the hardest things in the world.”
She flashes a sweet smile and reaches for her phone. “Let me call him.” Before she unlocks the screen, she clears her throat. “Do you need to go?”
I narrow my eyes. “Are you kicking me out?”
Her hair whips back and forth as she shakes her head. “No, but I don’t want to be presumptuous.”