Chapter Twenty-Four
Damon
I slam the door of my truck and stalk towards the arena.
I forgot my laptop, and I still have work to finish tonight to prep for tomorrow’s meeting.
I was almost home from that disastrous dinner before I even noticed it wasn’t with me.
I’m so fucking tired. Dinner took all my available energy, and the last thing I wanted to do was stop by the arena.
It certainly won’t be my first late night, but it really wasn’t part of my game plan.
Sleep is for the weak.
I’m so up in my head that I don’t see Jos’ car until I practically walk into it, but there it is, in all its cherry-red glory.
I stop to admire it, giving it the reverence a beautiful machine like that deserves.
I glance at my watch and notice it’s almost ten.
Why is she here this late—and alone by the looks of it?
The protector in me pokes his head out and growls, insisting I check on her safety.
I swipe my access card and stride toward the administrative employee elevator bank, but a loud thumping from the hallway distracts me.
What the hell is that noise, and why is it so damn loud?
Is that music coming from the gym? Where the hell is Eddie?
The gym isn’t even complete yet. There are only a few cardio machines and a small weight set because we’re still waiting for the additional equipment to arrive.
For God’s sake, that music is deafening, and there shouldn’t be anyone here at this hour.
Concerned, I abandon the elevator bank, swerving toward the hall to the gym.
Walking quickly, I reach the door, which vibrates from the bass speakers.
What the hell? I open the door, ready to blast some inconsiderate idiot, but the sight of Joslyn floors me, and I forget to breathe.
Holy fuck! She’s the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen.
She’s standing by the treadmill with her eyes closed, lost in the sway of the music, and it’s mesmerizing.
Her body undulates to the deep, slow beat as she runs her hands over her breasts and down her hips.
It’s so uninhibited and so fucking hot. I realize that maybe for the first time, I’m seeing the real Joslyn.
She’s fucking stunning. My dick agrees, straining the front of my charcoal dress pants.
Lust spirals through me with every move she makes.
It’s electric, and all I can do is watch her move to the music. I can’t pull away, and I don’t want to.
Those gorgeous gray eyes suddenly open, and my heated gaze traps hers. Every bit of passionate yearning I’ve had for her boomerangs back at me through the fire in those eyes.
Need pulls me under, and it’s all I can feel.
I blink and there she is, in front of me.
All I can smell is the sweet scent of honeysuckle and vanilla.
I breathe her in as I reach to cup her cheek.
She’s so soft and warm. I skim my thumb down her jawline to her full lower lip, plush and begging for my mouth.
She’s trembling with desire, her breath quickening.
I want to drown myself in the taste and feel of her kiss.
“Say yes.” My voice is like gravel. I want this with every fiber of my being, but I’ll never be too far gone for consent.
This is too important for anything less than certainty.
She presses a button on her phone, and the music stops.
Then, she drops it to the floor, eyes never leaving mine as she reaches for the back of my neck and pulls me forward.
I back her up against the wall, until she’s caged in my arms. I press our bodies together, both of us desperate for the other’s touch.
“Yes,” she breathes, her voice low and breathy.
Her answer zings through my body, and I lose my fucking mind.
I don’t care that she’s my boss. I don’t care that I could lose my job.
All I care about is my craving for her. I grasp the back of her neck and pull her in.
Swiping my tongue against that velvety lower lip, before biting it gently.
I lick across the seam of her lips until she opens for me, allowing our tongues to tangle.
She tastes like sin, and it’s everything I’ve ever wanted.
We devour each other, and our connection burns with all our pent-up hunger.
All those little touches and heated glances culminate in the press of our bodies against each other.
I’ve been dying to touch her again. Dying for more than just making out on the couch.
The needy sounds she makes pull at me, liquid fire racing straight to my cock, already hard from her sexy display earlier.
Our kiss deepens, tongues sliding hotly against each other.
Gripping my shirt, she leans into me, like she can’t get close enough, and it spurs my near-feral hunger.
My hands roam over her searching out the sweet softness of her skin.
Her deep moan breaks the spell, and I reluctantly pull back from those plump lips, breathing her in, feathering kisses across her jaw to that sensitive spot right below her ear.
“You taste like heaven,” my voice is low against the shell of her ear. I trail the length of her neck with my lips and tongue, teasing and tasting. Her hands fist through my hair, fingernails lightly scraping my scalp.
“God, Damon,” she groans against my neck, her warm breath caressing my skin.
I shiver as I feel her tug on my hair, pulling my mouth into the crook of her neck.
I lightly run my tongue across her hot skin.
Her breath quickens until she’s almost panting as gooseflesh covers her upper arms, her skin responding to my erotic touch.
My arousal is pressed against her stomach, thick and hard, leaving no doubt as to how much I want her. The sharp intake of her breath lets me know she can feel it too.
“Can you feel how much I want you, baby?”
One of my hands moves to stroke her side, rising slowly to her breast. I trace the fullness of it, lightly running a fingertip over one nipple.
Her moan is like a jolt of heat to my cock as I watch the bud stiffen, poking through her sports bra despite the thick material.
I love that it’s my touch that’s doing that.
I reach for the band at the bottom of her bra to push it up.
I want to see all of her, not just shadows in the dark.
She helps me take off her top and throws it to the side.
Good God, her tits are fucking incredible.
I look my fill, admiring every curve. My mouth waters.
They’re so plump and perfect, a little more than a handful, even for my large hands.
I reach out to run my finger around one dusky rose nipple, so hard under my touch.
I lean in to follow that same path with my tongue.
“So beautiful.” I suck her hard nub into the heat of my mouth.
“Damon!” she cries, and I smirk even as the sound wreaks havoc on my rock-hard cock, increasing the strain on the fabric of my pants. My dick’s dying to get out and play.
Slow your roll, buddy. You can play later.
It’s all about her right now. Something my dick should be intimately familiar with. ‘She comes first’ isn’t just a phrase for me. It’s a rule.
“Let me take care of you, Jos, please. I need to taste you.” My voice is husky with desire.
She nods before her head falls back, and her eyes close.
I lave my hot tongue over one mauve nipple and then the other.
I lick and suck until she’s panting and whining with need.
Her soft, greedy sounds are going straight to my cock, but I want more.
I want to hear my name on her lips when I make her come. I chuckle darkly.
“I’m just getting started, baby,” I whisper against the skin of her collarbone.
My hands wander down her stomach to the top of the waistband of her shorts. Slowly, I trace along the edge with my fingers, teasing her with light touches, causing her hips to grind forward against my thigh, looking for friction. I run my hand along the side of her shorts and grasp her hip.
“These have to go. I need to touch you,” I coax, pushing at the fabric but waiting for her protest. Nothing, just a low moan. I hook my fingers under the elastic.
“You, too. You’re not the only one who needs to touch,” she replies. Her voice is low and husky, and it makes my cock jump again.
I move back to loosen my tie and unbutton my shirt, eyes never leaving hers.
I loosen it and grab the back to pull it over my head.
I’m in too much of a hurry to undo all the buttons.
Her gaze is hot and dark, pinning me in place as she pushes her workout shorts down her thighs to the floor, and when I realize that’s all she’s wearing—no panties, I practically growl. So fucking hot!
I drink in the sight of her, my breathing hot and heavy.
She’s so fucking gorgeous. She’s got the lean build of a runner, but there’s nothing lean about those breasts.
They’re perfect. She’s got long, lean legs, but her curvy hips flare out, framing that gorgeously bare pussy.
Fuck, I love that she’s bare. Forget all my previous fantasies.
Joslyn, in front of me naked, is better than anything I could ever have imagined.
I can hear Jonesy’s mocking laughter in my head, but I don’t give a damn.