Chapter 13
Jordan gets up before me, and when I wake, he’s in a towel, fixing his hair in front of my dresser mirror. His body looks mouth-watering, glistening with droplets of water that he missed when he dried himself.
“I see you leering at me.”
“You’re perfect to leer at. I’m surprised more women don’t leer at you.”
“They do, but I ignore them. I only have eyes for you.”
“What about before me?”
“I was busy with work.”
“You never found a woman you work with attractive?”
“Emma, what are you driving at?”
“I was just wondering if you found the women at your office attractive.”
“Even if I did, they work for me. I’m not about to entertain a sexual harassment suit. Anyway, it doesn’t matter; I’m not attracted to anyone there. Why are you bringing this up? Are you jealous?”
“No! I’m curious.”
He yanks off the towel and steps into his boxers. I feel my breath stutter as I survey his perfect posterior.
“You’re doing it again.”
“I can’t help it.”
“You’re making me hard.”
He turns, and I can see that the bulge in his underwear has gotten bigger. I throw the sheets off to reveal my naked body as I sling my legs over the side of the bed.
“Christ, Emma. You’re not making it easy.”
“Easy for what?”
“For me to restrain myself. I want to fuck you before we leave for work.”
I kneel on the bed and wag my bare ass at him. I’m already wet just thinking about him sliding his cock into me. He wastes no time and slips inside, giving me what I want. I gasp at the intrusion but quickly adjust. Jordan grabs my hips and rapidly moves against me. It’s so I can never get enough. My sex ripples and clenches as he fucks me. He lets out a series of grunts as he moves.
“Say it, Emma,” he pants.
My breathing is ragged, and I can barely get it out, “Jordan.”
“Yes, baby. I love how you feel around me.”
He talks dirty, which excites me more, and I quiver before I explode, calling his name several times before he shoots his hot load deep inside me.
“Doll, you’re going to be the death of me,” he says as he withdraws.
“Death by sex. Not a bad way to go.”
He gently slaps my ass as I sink to the bed. I feel weak, and my body is like jelly.
“Em, you need to get in the shower, or we’re going to be late.”
“You’re my boss, I’m calling in sick. I can’t move.”
“It’s Friday. We can play house all weekend.”
I sit up quickly, shit, I promised Lexi I would have dinner at her place tonight.
“I have a family dinner at my sister’s apartment. Would you like to come?”
“I’m not sure. I have a late conference call with a supplier in LA.”
“Late as in what time?”
“It’s scheduled for five. I might be free by six. What time is dinner, and what is being served?”
“It’s just pizza and probably lasagna or baked ziti. It’s a chance for everyone to get together and talk about what’s been going on in their lives. I haven’t been there for a while.”
“Go. Give me the address, and I’ll see if I can make it. Should I bring something?”
“Just yourself if you can.”
“Emma, no promises. Sometimes these calls run late. Would you come to the penthouse after dinner if I can’t make it?”
“Of course. I want to spend time with you.”
He kisses me on the forehead and prods me towards the hallway bath.
I’m sitting at my desk daydreaming when Nicky summons me to his office by way of his assistant. What could he want now? He’s been pretty good lately. I give Angelica a look as I leave our cubicle. When I enter his office, he has his glasses on, and his hands are steepled in the way that he thinks makes him look authoritative.
“Sit, Emma. I see you haven’t heeded my advice. You’re still seeing my brother.”
“Nicky, what I do in my private life is none of your business.”
“It is when my brother makes suggestions regarding your position. He wants you promoted. I told him you’re not ready and that you’ve been making mistakes lately.”
“That’s a lie, and you know it!”
“Don’t think you can sleep your way to the top. He might have majority ownership of Scarborough for now, but control outside of financial is my call. Don’t try to get what you want by sleeping with Jordan; it won’t work.”
“I’ve done no such thing. I didn’t ask Jordan for anything. I like where I am, and I don’t need a promotion. I resent the implication that I’ve used sex to get what I want.”
“It seems like it to me.”
“Nicky, if I wanted to use my position as Jordan’s girlfriend, I would take him up on his offer to leave Scarborough and work directly for him.”
“He’s offered?”
“You sound surprised. At least he sees my merits besides in the bedroom.”
“You can be a real bitch when you want to be.”
“You happen to bring the worst out in me. Are we done here?”
“Go. And make sure you finish the manuscript for Saddle. The author is coming in to discuss some changes tomorrow.”
“It’s already done. I’ll drop it off in a little while, or you can send your assistant around for it.”
I get up quickly and practically tip the chair I’m sitting in, slamming the door as I leave. I’m so upset that I immediately go downstairs to get a cup of coffee from the cafeteria. How dare Nicky say something so disgusting. It makes me want to consider working for Jordan seriously. I take my time and sit on the bench in the lobby sipping from my cup. I wish I could go outside, but even in the morning, the heat is oppressive for almost the end of June.
When I come back to my office, another bouquet of assorted roses in several different colors awaits me.
“Boy, that guy has it bad for you. He’s spending a mint in flowers.”
He can well afford it, Angie. “He’s very thoughtful.”
I pull the card of the vase where it’s taped and read it .
Doll,
I’m falling deep for you. You have me wrapped around your sexy little finger. I like it. Keep being you.
Love,
Jordan
My heart flutters at the word love. The last time he sent me roses, it was regards. Now it’s love. He’s not the only one falling deep. I start daydreaming again until Nicky’s assistant comes for the Saddle manuscript. After I hand it to her, I realize I need to call Lexi and tell her I invited someone. I pick up my cell to place the call.
“Emma, I thought you fell off the face of the earth.”
“I’m sorry. So much is going on. Nate was injured in the bombing in London yesterday.”
“Oh my God, is he okay?”
“He’s fine. He had some minor injuries. He was supposed to stay in Europe and work most of the summer, but his manager canceled all the other gigs. He’ll hopefully be home in a few days.”
“Are you coming tonight? I would love to see your pretty face.”
“I am, but I was wondering if I could bring a guest.”
“Sure. Is this a new boyfriend?”
“Sort of. His name is Jordan, and he’s wonderful.”
“I’m glad to see you’re finally dating steady again. It’s been a while. Let’s hope this guy isn’t like the last one.”
I wince at the mention of Leo. He fucked me and took off as soon as he did. It’s a fact I never revealed to Lexi or Megan. If they knew, they would hunt him down and chop his balls off with a dull knife.
“He isn’t. He’s great. You’ll see.”
“He’s more than welcome. I have to give Arabella lunch. I’ll talk to you tonight. Love you.”
“Love you too, Lexi.”
After I hang up with her, I text Jordan.
Thank you for the beautiful flowers. Does your admission have anything to do with this morning?
My admission has everything to do with you. You’re like The Police song.
You’re wrapped around my finger? I’m going to have to use that to my advantage this weekend.
Just this weekend? I’d crawl through glass to get to you.
My stomach has butterflies. Jordan is in love, and so am I. It’s not like puppy love like with Ricky. I thought I would marry him and live in my hometown for the rest of my life. My love for Jordan is red hot, and it makes me restless. His scent turns me on. Just thinking about him makes me wet like I am now. I’ve got it just as bad as he does.
I prefer you with intact hands and knees, but I understand what you mean. I feel the same way. I love you, Jordan .
I love you, too.
I can’t wait for tonight, and I squirm in my seat, waiting for the end of the day. I don’t even bother to take lunch yet though Angie has tamales that her grandmother made. At five, I’m a ball of energy, and I hope that I can make it through dinner without pulling Jordan into the bathroom to give me a quickie.
I say my goodbyes to my office mates and hope that the subway isn’t too crowded as it usually is at rush hour. To my surprise, Albert is waiting at the curb with the Mercedes.
“Miss Stanford.”
“Emma, Please.”
“Emma, Mr. Grayson wanted me to take you to your sister’s.”
“I appreciate that. It beats the subway any day.”
He opens the door, and I slip inside the cool interior. I like the Mercedes better than the limo. It gives me a chance to question Albert. As we pull out into rush hour traffic, I ask him more about Jordan.
“How is he doing?”
“Who? Jordan?”
“Yes. Is he better?”
“He seems to be. This past week has been bad for him.”
“I know, and I’m sorry about that. It’s my fault.”
“You see a side of Jordan few people get to. He is usually all business.”
“I’d like to see him in action one day.”
“Jordan exudes professionalism in the office. He’s firm but fair, and it’s the reason why his employees stay with him.”
“He mentioned that. He wants me to come work for him.”
“You should consider it.”
“I don’t want to seem like I’m getting favors because we’re together.”
“Jordan would never allow it. You would have to perform just like the other employees. Nicky worked for him before.”
This is news to me, “He did? ”
“Yes, but his attitude was such that he thought he could get away with whatever he wanted. Jordan politely asked him to leave. He couldn’t have the disruption in the office.”
“I fear that I’ll be a disruption if I’m there.”
“Jordan needs your type of disruption. He spends too much time building his empire rather than enjoying the fruits of his labor. I told him he needs to slow down. Maybe now that he has you, he will.”
“I’m flattered.”
We continue to chat about things until he pulls onto Central Park West, and I give him the exact address. He drops me off, and I thank him, telling him I hope Jordan can join me here later. Albert nods and drives off.
Upstairs, my sister’s apartment is chaos. My niece and nephews, Johnny and Arabella, JC, and Lexi’s children and CJ, my sister Megan and her fiancé, Chase’s son, are running around. Hunter and his fiancée Rory are trying to catch and keep them out of Lexi and Megan’s way while they prepare dinner.
I greet my family in the kitchen who are enjoying glasses of red wine and sitting around the granite island. They take their turns hugging me. My sister Lexi’s best friend, Olivia, has joined us. I’m envious of her long thick black hair and green eyes the color of moss. After I hug everyone, I sit down and sip a glass of wine that’s offered to me. Then comes the interrogation.
“Emma, Lexi tells me you’re dating someone,” JC says.
“Yes. His name is Jordan Grayson.”
Everyone stops talking and stares at me.
“Did I say something wrong?”
“You’re dating Jordan Grayson?” Hunter asks while holding a squirming Johnny.
“He said he knew you.”
“He should. He outbid us for a building and property down by the waterfront. Jordan is a tough cookie.”
“Is it a problem that he comes here for dinner? ”
“Not at all. It’s business. You win some; you lose some.”
I breathe a sigh of relief. The last thing I want to do is have an awkward dinner with my family because they despise my boyfriend.
“How’s Nate?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t spoken to him. We received information from Jordan’s contacts and his manager Barry. Jordan is sending his jet to take Nate home in a few days.”
“What a horrible thing. What is the world coming to?”
The buzzer on the oven goes off, and Lexi removes a beautifully cooked bake ziti with bubbling cheese on top. Seeing it tugs at my heart because it reminds me of family. A few minutes later, the front desk is calling with the delivery of pizza, which JC goes down to pick up.
I was hoping that Jordan would be able to join us, but he’s probably still on his conference call. I help set the table, and when JC comes upstairs with the pizza, we sit down to dinner. I’m picking at my food until the lobby phone rings, and JC gets up to answer.
“Jordan’s here. I told them to send him up.”
My stomach flutters with anticipation at seeing him. It hasn’t been even twelve hours, and I miss him desperately. JC opens the door to wait for Jordan, and I join him. As soon as he steps off the elevator, a bottle of wine in hand, my heart swells with pride that he’s mine. JC holds out his hand, and I introduce them. Jordan must not have had any contact with my brother in law since he works in the marketing department.
I introduce Jordan around to the entire family, and I can see everyone looking at him, especially my sisters, Rory and Olivia. Jordan is hot; that’s all I can say, but then again, so are JC, Hunter, and Chase. A table full of good looking men and women.
While we’re in the midst of dinner, Jordan leans over and whispers in my ear, “Doll, I can’t wait to get you naked in my bed tonight. ”
My panties are done when he says that. My belly clenches, and my core starts to flood. My sensitive tissue is swollen with arousal, and I badly want him. I slide my hand to his inner thigh and press it against his balls. His cock is hard, and I stroke him gently until his hand covers mine.
“Behave,” he mouths.
He starts a conversation with Hunter about a building project he’s developing, and I’m left to squirm in my seat, so much so that Lexi asks if I’m alright. Nothing Jordan’s cock inside me can’t cure. I love my family, but the time goes agonizingly slow. I want to be alone with Jordan.
Thankfully, his cell rings just before dessert. He excuses himself, and when he comes back, he tells me that he has a situation in LA and has to take care of it. I ask if he can drop me off at my apartment before he goes to the office. We say our goodbyes and tell everyone we’ll be back for dinner soon.
The elevator comes immediately when he presses the button, and as soon as we’re inside, he pushes me against the wall. He thrusts his tongue in my mouth, seeking mine. His hands roam my body until the ding of the elevator separates us.
Albert is waiting outside at the curb with the limo, and Jordan helps me in. Once inside, he hits the button for the privacy glass, and instantly, I’m under him.
“I have a confession,” he says as his gaze holds mine.
“What?”
“There is no emergency on the coast. I needed to be alone with you.”
“I’m not complaining.”
His hand slips under my skirt, and his fingers stroke the damp lace of my panties.
“So wet for me already.”
Jordan presses harder and makes circles through the cloth as his lips move to mine, kissing me hard, devouring my mouth. I’m moaning into his as he makes me come .
“I need to be inside you. How do you want it?”
“Any way I can see your face.”
“Lift your hips.”
I do, and he pulls my panties down to my ankles, flipping off my heels before he pulls them off and stuffs them in his inner jacket pocket. He pushes my skirt above my hips and dips his head, using the tip of his tongue to tease my sensitive nub.
Jordan flings off his jacket and quickly releases his erection. He spreads my legs with his hands and roughly enters me. I wrap my legs around his back, and we stare at each other with heavy-lidded eyes as he fucks me.
“I need you naked and wanting all night. I’m going to make you come more than you’ve ever had.”
I shudder at the thought just before my second orgasm tears through my body as I cry out his name. I can feel his dick throbbing inside me, and he slows his movements, waiting for me to recover. When I do, he slams into me, knocking the breath out of me. Jordan grinds his hips against mine, stimulating me again.
“Come for me once more.”
“I can’t.”
“You can. I know you can.”
He gently moves against me, and he’s right, I can feel another orgasm simmering in my core. My eyes flutter closed than I bite my lip hard as my climax takes hold, squeezing him tightly inside.
“Oh, Emma, you’re so hot when you come.”
He works his hips hard, and he gasps as he spurts deep inside me. Sweat dots his brow, and I swipe at it with my hand. He turns his head and kisses my palm. Jordan pulls out of me and reaches in his pocket for a handkerchief, which he uses to clean between my legs. He pulls down my skirt and helps me sit up, then tucks his penis back in his pants and zips up.
“Can I have my panties back?”
“You don’t need them. We’ll go right up to the penthouse for a nice hot bath. Would you like that? ”
I nod because I love spending time in the tub with him. I’m sleepy from all the energy expended, but I force myself not to fall asleep. When we arrive at the Ballard, Jordan helps me out to the elevator in the underground garage. He punches the buttons, and we head up to his apartment as soon as the doors close.
“I’m tired. I shouldn’t have had wine. It makes me sleepy.”
“A bath will help you, or we could go swimming.”
“I don’t have a bathing suit.”
“You don’t need one.”
“Can’t people see us from the pool?”
“Not at all. I’ll show you when we get upstairs.”
The elevator doors open to the penthouse, and it’s just as it was a week ago. Jordan takes my hand and pulls me over to the sliding glass doors in the kitchen that lead out to the patio.
“See how none of the buildings are as high as this one?”
“But, can’t people see us from the farther ones that are higher?”
“They might, but I’m not going to worry about it.”
He reaches over and picks up the tablet on the kitchen counter, pressing a few buttons on the screen. The patio lights come one than flick off. The only lights on are the interior pool lights that are cycling different colors.
“Can you leave it one color?”
“Any color you want out of the ten. Do you have a preference?”
“Red.”
“Any particular reason why red?”
“Because it’s the color I burn for you.”
Jordan chuckles and puts the tablet down so he can cup my face with his hand and kiss me softly. He tastes of red wine and pizza.
“Come, let’s get into robes. We can take them off on the patio.”
“If no one can see us, why not just walk out naked?”
“Ah, getting adventurous, aren’t you.”