Chapter 15
Several hours have gone by, and I’m bored. I texted Jordan several times with no answer. I suppose I could go downstairs and see if he’ll let me in the office, but it must be serious if he hasn’t bothered to get back to me. I finished the book. I started the weekend before and found a new one to read; this one is a romance about a couple who meets at the beach.
I read a good chunk of the book before my lids start to grow heavy. I lay my head down on the couch in the library, and in a matter of minutes, I’m asleep. When I wake, the penthouse is just growing dark with the fading light. I call out for Jordan, but my voice echoes throughout the large space. He’s still not back. He’s been gone for most of the day and part of the evening.
I decide if he doesn’t care enough to get back to me, then I’m leaving. I go downstairs and get my purse and clothing I wore the night before. I wait at the elevator, and when the doors open, Jordan is standing there.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m leaving. This is ridiculous. You left me here alone for hours. You didn’t even have the decency to answer my texts or phone call. ”
“Doll, my phone is dead. I think I got some water in it when I answered Kenji’s call. Secondly, I called you on my office phone, and you didn’t answer.”
I take my phone out of my pocket and see that I left it on mute. He did call me twice, and I didn’t hear it.
“That doesn’t matter. How is it going to work when we have plans, or we’re getting married, or I’m in labor? Is our personal life going to take a back seat to your company? I don’t want to sound selfish, but today wasn’t fair.”
“By then, I’ll have staff trained to handle these crises. This needed my attention. You’re not leaving me. We spent enough time apart last week, and I refuse to do it again over something so silly.”
“You can’t stop me, Jordan. You don’t own me. I’m just some girl that you claim to love.”
“I do love you. What do I have to do to prove it?”
“Be with me,” I say quietly.
“I thought that is what I was doing.”
“Not when your business takes precedence over us. I think we started to fast. This is all happening too fast.”
“Emma, you’re just scared.”
“You’re right. I’m terrified that I’m going to fall too deeply and then get dumped. My heart can’t take that again.”
“That won’t happen. I promise.”
“Jordan, I need to go.”
He bows his head and holds the elevator door for me.
“Go to the garage. I’ll have Albert take you home.”
“No. I’ll take the subway. I prefer it,” the last thing I need is Albert talking to me about the wonders that make up Jordan. I need to be left alone and get over my anger and fear on my own.
“I wish you’d reconsider.”
“I’ve made up my mind. I’ll talk to you soon.”
Jordan lets the doors close, and I press the button for the lobby. On the way down, I feel the crippling weight of being apart from Jordan. What am I doing? I’m making a mistake again. I slump against the railing and wait until the elevator gets to the lobby, then punch in the code to the penthouse.
The car ascends quickly, and when the doors open, I find Jordan sitting at the kitchen island drinking whiskey from the bottle and banging his fist on the granite. He doesn’t hear me approach and whips around when I touch his shoulder.
“You came back.”
“I don’t want to make another mistake.”
“I’m sorry I left you. Please give me time. I’m not used to this.”
He rakes his hand through his thick blonde hair and takes another swig from the whiskey bottle.
“I’m here; you don’t need that.”
Jordan grabs me into his arms, squeezing me tightly against him, “I need you, Emma. I can’t keep losing you. Move-in with me.”
“No, that’s just crazy. Don’t you see how crazy that is? We barely know each other.”
“I want you here with me all the time.”
“And I want to be with you all the time, but we don’t know each other. I’m sure I have habits you’re going to hate.”
“I would never hate anything that’s part of you.”
“But eventually you might. It makes no sense.”
He pushes me from his body and holds my shoulders, “Promise me that you’ll think about it.”
“I will, and maybe in a few weeks or months, I’ll agree, but not now.”
“Have you eaten?”
“Good way to segue off the subject.”
“Emma, I just want us to be together, is that so horrible?”
“No, and no, I have not eaten.”
“Would you like anything?”
“I want one of those burgers we had from Avalon. I’ve been dreaming of them. ”
Jordan picks up the phone in the kitchen and places the order for burgers along with thick chocolate shakes and fries.
“You’re going to make me fat.”
“I don’t care as long as I can have you.”
After dinner, I’m sleepy with all the carbs, salt, and fat in our meal, but Jordan insists that we take a bath together. He tells me to get undressed, and while I’m in the bedroom, he gets the tub set up. When I enter, candles illuminate the bathroom that’s heavy with the scent of vanilla.
Jordan is already in the tub full of bubbles, and he holds out his hand so I can slip in next to him.
“This is nice. Thank you for being so wonderful.”
I settle in between his legs, and he embraces me around my stomach while I lean my back against his chest. He runs his hands up and down my body, cupping my breasts and rolling my nipples between his fingers. I softly moan and move my body up and down his burgeoning erection.
“Emma, you’re so sexy. Do you even know?”
“No, I don’t,” I whisper.
He moves the bubble encased hair from my neck and gently sucks, sending shocks down to my core.
“How can you not? You’re intoxicating. I could get drunk on you.”
“I’m already drunk on you.”
“Turn around.”
I move from his lap and turn to face him. His cock is rock hard, and I reach between us to stroke it. Jordan’s eyes close as my soapy fingers move over his velvety flesh. I move into position because I want him inside me. I always want him inside me. His eyes fly open as I insert his head in my slick opening.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he moans .
He steadies me with his hands on my hips and pushes me down until I sink to his balls. I plant my feet on either side of him, preparing to move, and he stops me.
“Don’t,” his voice hoarse.
Jordan fingers me at a maddeningly slow pace. I can feel his penis throbbing inside me as it begs to be stimulated. When I flex my muscles, he gasps and gently slaps my bottom with his hand.
“Behave. I want you to come before I do.”
“Rub faster then.”
“You’re so demanding. Patience, my love.”
“I don’t want to be patient. I want to come on your cock.”
“You’re a naughty girl. Is this what you want?”
He presses my swollen tissue harder, moving his fingers faster. My sex ripples with my impending orgasm, and I tighten my core before I release against him.
“That’s it, baby, give it to me.”
When I finish, I lean my head on his chest. His cock is still buried inside me, and I pulse around him.
“Easy doll, I want you to come again before I do.”
“Jordan, why do you always insist on making me come several times before you do?”
“I don’t want to be one of those assholes who is selfish in bed.”
“You’re anything but. Now fuck me.”
He lifts me off him, and I protest until he floats me to the edge of the tub.
“Hold on, doll.”
I wrap my hands around the rounded lip of the porcelain. Jordan pulls me back and spreads my legs. With his hands on my ass, he opens me wide as his cock slips inside me with a hard thrust.
“Oh fuck,” I pant.
His fingers curl around my hips as he rapidly works his. Water is sloshing onto the floor, and his heavy sac bangs against my swollen flesh. I can feel another orgasm working its way deep inside me. I softly call his name.
“Again. Louder.”
“Jordan.”
“I love this hot little pussy.”
I keep murmuring his name, and his hands uncurl from my hips and latch onto my breasts. He’s squeezing them hard enough to hurt, but it just adds to the erotic nature of what we’re doing.
“You have such luscious tits. I could play with them all day.”
“Jordan.”
He moves his hands so he can roughly thumb and pinch my nipples.
“I’m going to fill you with my cum. Ready baby?”
“Do it.”
My heart is pounding so hard that I can feel it in my throat. He fills me with his semen, thrusting and gyrating to get every last drop out. My release takes off just as he is finishing, and he keeps moving until I slump against the edge. He bites my shoulder and kisses the same spot, then withdraws from me. I can feel his still hard cock pressing against my ass as his mouth traces my back in a searing path.
“Let’s shower, I’m not done, but I want you in my bed.”
I scramble out of the tub. The floor is soaked with puddles of water, but Jordan doesn’t pay attention to them as we wash off the bubbles from the bath.
Several hours later, I’m boneless and well satisfied from Jordan’s attention. He more than made up for his absence during the day. I just can’t get enough of this man, and I know he feels the same way. We’re naked, and his arms are possessively wrapped around me with one hand splayed against my belly.
I fade into sleep as his breathing becomes even, telling me that he’s already asleep. My dreams are about him. My subconscious must be working overtime after spending the weekend with Jordan.
I sleep like the dead and wake to the rising sun streaming through the patio window as well as the aroma of rich coffee that fills the bedroom. I turn away from the light and find Jordan carrying a tray towards me. He looks yummy dressed in a pair of thigh hugging boxers. I hungrily eyed the bulge in his underwear.
“Emma, do you want more? A good morning fuck?”
“Jordan, I always want you, but I’m a little sore.”
“I would expect you to be after last night and this morning.”
“It’s still early.”
“So it is, but I had a call to make, and I decided to make us a little breakfast.”
He puts the tray down on the nightstand, and I find petite banana and blueberry muffins, fresh bagels, fruit salad, and fresh coffee.
“Did you go out?”
“No, Avalon. I told you they service the residents. You can get anything you like even at three in the morning.”
“I just might move in here for the food.”
Jordan looks at me, expectantly, “Have you thought about it?”
“Not really. Give me some time. I promise to give you an answer soon.”
“I’ll try to be patient.”
“Don’t you want some distance between us?”
“No. Do you?”
“Not really.”
He picks up a banana muffin and pops it in his mouth, “Not really?”
“I just think some distance is healthy. Suppose we work and live together? We probably will end up hating each other.”
“Is that what you think will happen? ”
“I just don’t want it to. I don’t want to work with you and bring home a problem to our personal life.”
“Emma, that won’t happen.”
“Jordan, it always happens. Do you think you can blur that line? If you’re angry with me, it’s not going to turn off when we step out of the elevator.”
“We could promise not to take it home with us.”
“It’s an empty promise. It will come home with us, and it could turn ugly.”
“I don’t agree.”
“Have you ever lived with someone?”
“Only in college.”
“I live with Nathaniel, and I know what can happen if you have an argument. Look what we had to deal with before he left for the UK. We didn’t talk for a week and avoided each other. I can’t take it if that happens to us.”
“Do you honestly think I would allow that to happen? I couldn’t take you being angry with me. I would beg for your forgiveness.”
“Let’s just think carefully before we leap.”
“Agreed. Happy?”
“It’s not about my happiness. It’s about preserving our relationship.”
I slather some cream cheese on a plain bagel and take a bite. Jordan is watching me, gauging my emotions. I’ve seen that look before. It’s evident that he uses the same technique in his business dealings.
“What?”
“Nothing. You’re beautiful.”
“I think you need to borrow Nicky’s glasses. My hair is a just fucked mess, and I’m tired from lack of sleep; thank you very much, Mr. Grayson.”
“Oh, you wanted to get some sleep last night? Why didn’t you just say so? Wait a minute; it would be hard to do that since you had my dick in your mouth.”
I grin, “You taste good, and I didn’t see you complaining.”
“I would have to be nuts to complain. You know what a turn on it is to see you suck me off?”
I can feel my face heat with embarrassment.
“Em, does it bother you when I say things like that?”
“A little. You like to talk dirty.”
“You bring out the naughty in me. Maybe you should punish me.”
“I’ll think about it.”
He tugs at the sheet, which falls away to reveal my breasts, causing him to sigh deeply. I look down and notice slight bruising on them. Jordan sees it, and a worried look crosses his face.
“I hurt you. I’m sorry. I told you I find it hard to control myself around you.”
“Jordan, it doesn’t hurt. You were in the moment.”
“I promise to be more careful. I never want to hurt you.”
“I’m fine. It’s okay.”
He keeps staring at the bruises until I hustle the sheet back under my arms to hide them. The truth is that they do hurt a bit, but I don’t want to further complicate his feelings by admitting it. I know it was out of desire, not anger.
We spend the rest of the day lounging by the pool in the hot June sun. Jordan had Svetlana send over bikinis, and I slipped into a dark blue one that hugged my ass and breasts just right. Even though Jordan was wearing sunglasses, I knew he was watching my every move.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him when he jumped into the crystal blue water, his muscles rippling as his arms cut through the water. He swam many laps, his technique like a professional swimmer. I knew because I had used the same when I was on the swim team in high school. I wonder what he was like in school. Did he have all the girls chasing after him? Did he take them to some secluded place in his car and fucks them the way Ricky did me?
“Em, are you okay?”
I look up, not realizing that he got out of the pool. I gaze upon him as he towels off the droplets from his hair and chest.
“Yes. Just thinking.”
“About?”
“You in high school. Did you have many women back then?”
He bursts out laughing, and I feel like an idiot for asking.
“You mean, did I have women beating down my door?”
“Did you?”
“Hardly. I worked in high school. I had admirers but little time to get to know them.”
“Did you sleep with them?”
“Emma, I fucked my share if that’s what you want to know.”
“How old were you when you lost your virginity?”
“Sixteen and knew shit of what I know now. How old were you?”
“The same. If Ricky had his way, it would have been a lot sooner.”
“Asshole.”
“He just felt that we were dating long enough, and I was on the pill, so why not. I wanted to be ready. I don’t think I was at sixteen.”
“And after?”
“It became a regular weekly thing. I didn’t enjoy it because he wasn’t gentle. I should have said no, but I felt obligated since we were dating.”
He gives me a hard look, “You should be worshipped and made love to with tenderness. Not fucked for his pleasure.”
“We were stupid kids. What did we know about sex? ”
“Don’t make excuses for him, Emma. He was adult enough to have sex; then he should be man enough to satisfy you.”
“Jordan, why are you getting so upset?”
“Because it angers me that you weren’t treated properly.”
“It’s the past. You can’t undo it; you can only try to avoid repeating it.”