Chapter 34 Lexi
LEXI
By late Thursday, I still hadn’t gotten a text from Jonah, asking me up to his office, and I texted him if I could come up.
JONAH
Yes.
I took the elevator at lunch time, and found Jonah frowning behind his desk, Manhattan glittering through the windows behind him. His shirtsleeves were rolled up, his tie discarded, and a muscle ticced in his jaw.
“Lexi,” he said, rising and walking around the desk to stand in front of me.
Up close, I noticed something near his eye. A gash that had clearly been a deeper cut and was now healing. “What happened here?”
I raised my hand to touch it, and he stayed still, letting my fingers brush his bruised skin around the wound.
“Did you do this to yourself?” I asked, my voice dropping as I stepped closer.
“It was an accident,” he said shortly, though my nearness seemed to affect his breathing. “I was racing with my buddy again.”
So he’d gone back to the track.
I found myself moving closer until we were barely a few inches apart. “How often do you go racing?” I asked.
“Only when I’m stressed.”
“Great. A stressed-out driver and a high-speed vehicle. That’s not dangerous at all.”
He grinned as he ran his thumb over my lips. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Do you ever listen to what I want?” I demanded helplessly.
“You get me stressed.”
“Of course,” I said, not surprised. “It’s all my fault.”
Before he could say another word, I kissed him deeply. I knew why he’d been racing over the weekend. I knew stress got to him, and I suspected putting himself in danger helped take the edge off.
I could feel him getting hard, his erection pressing against my stomach, and I felt a sudden, overwhelming desire to give him pleasure.
I took his hand, and slipped it under my blouse to cup my bra, as his eyes flicked up to mine, surprised.
“Do you know what I crave when I’m stressed?” he asked, his voice rough. At those words his fingers slipped under my bra and my breath hitched as I leaned into his touch. My eyes fluttered shut.
“High speeds, cars that handle the most dangerous curves, and that rush of pure adrenaline,” he said, his thumb finding my pebbled nipple while his other arm slid around my waist, pulling me closer till I was pressed against his chest. I was unbearably aroused.
“I want you,” I whispered. “I want you to take me right here. Right now.”
He gave me an assessing look, as though waiting for me to change my mind. And when I didn’t, and the seconds passed, he followed it up with a short, understanding nod.
“My car hit the barrier on my right,” he said. I squeezed my eyes shut at the image he was painting. I couldn’t bear the thought of Jonah getting hurt. He peppered kisses along my neck, and goosebumps rose on my arms as I pictured him on the racetrack.
“The car should’ve been totaled,” he added, as I unbuttoned my blouse and let it fall to my waist. My bra was next, and he put it on the desk behind us.
I leaned back, a shiver racing down my arms as the cool air conditioning swept over my skin, while I took Jonah’s shirt off.
This wasn’t the first time we’d gotten handsy at his office, but it was the first time I’d wanted more.
His torso was a thing of beauty, and I swallowed at the sight of those hard abs on him. Why was he so undeniably sexy?
“I could’ve had a dislocated shoulder,” he said, continuing his conversation while he picked me up and walked over to the couch at the far end of the office.
I stared at him, unable to believe he was casually discussing such serious injuries while setting me back down on my feet next to his couch and unzipping my skirt.
“Nothing major,” he added, letting the skirt fall to the floor before he lifted me up and settled me down on my back on the couch.
“I should’ve had a few broken ribs,” he continued, positioning himself above me.
His hands were on either side of my face, bracing himself while my mouth went dry at the thought of Jonah in a hospital.
“But I got lucky. This time,” he said, as he parted my thighs with his knee while he trailed kisses down my neck.
My head was at the end of the sofa, I gasped when he reached out and grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head slightly beyond the edge of the sofa, which exposed more of my throat.
He dipped his head, and sucked on my neck, grazing with his teeth at the end.
I let out a whimper, before Jonah unzipped his pants and fetched his cock out.
Kneeling over me, Jonah pumped his cock a few times with one hand.
I glanced dubiously at the door. It was closed but not locked, and Kacie was just outside. Jonah leaned down and nuzzled my nose.
“Look at me,” he commanded. “No one’s going to interrupt us,” he said, kissing me quickly. He pulled out a foil packet from his back pocket before putting it on himself.
“So I race, because when I’m at that speed, turning corners at high speeds,” his cock was at my entrance, “I can forget about you.” He paused, thrusting into me easily because of how wet I was.
A moan fell out of my mouth before I could stop it.
“I get my one raw moment of peace even if it comes at a high risk.”
The image of him getting hurt, taking risks, made me want to hold him tight and never let go.
Wrapping my legs around his back, I let him take me. I welcomed every dominant, possessive thrust of Jonah in me, watching his expression as he pumped into me, lust etched all over his face.
He wasn’t thinking straight, and if I wanted him calmer, I needed to be what he wanted from me at this moment.
“Watching you leave work every evening this week without seeing you was unbearable,” he said, thrusting deeper, as though his stress would reduce the harder he pummeled into me. I clenched around his cock, feeling the pressure build up while he groaned.
He took my mouth in a filthy, passionate kiss. I kissed him back passionately, wishing I could give him anything to take away that look of pained frustration he wore today.
My hands went down to where we’re joined, and Jonah moved faster.
My brain felt fuzzy as he thrust harder, my skin hot and feverish while he fucked me.
My fingers worked my clit and Jonah gave me a grunt of approval.
“Yes,” he breathed out, watching me as I touched myself.
A part of me wanted to feel him under my hands too, and I tried to take my hands away to run through his hair when he stopped me with a shake of his head. “No, chase your release too, princess.”
It was the first time he’d called me princess in this office. Something about his words and his desire to see me come touched me, and I moved my fingers faster, feeling him as he moved in and out of me.
I barely had time to think about how I suddenly wasn’t scared to be doing this here, in his office, when my orgasm was right there, shattering me with how sudden and unexpected it was. I cried out just as Jonah covered my mouth with his hand while my orgasm wrecked me.
This time I drew my hands away from my clit and wrapped them around the back of Jonah’s neck.
“How was that?” he asked, his voice gruff.
I laughed. “Fabulous, my prince,” I said, with a teasing smile.
Then, with slow movements, Jonah fucked me slowly, while his eyes made full contact with mine.
Soon, his forehead pinched with urgency and he gripped my hips, uttering a new kind of groan while his body tensed, and in a moment, he was spilling into the condom.
In a second, he dropped down to my chest, resting on me briefly before looking back at me with something like euphoria in his eyes. He bent over me, giving me a slow kiss before he pushed himself off and stood up, and walked off to dispose the condom in the trash.
He was still breathing heavily when he came back to clean me up, his pants zipped up, and a paper towel roll in his hand while he gestured for me to lie down.
I watched him clean me up, and then he helped me stand up.
I looked up at him, not letting his hand go while he led me back to the desk.
“Jonah, I don’t care if high speeds are the only thing that makes you feel alive.
I care about you. And I’m not going to sit around pretending that you dying in a crash is just a normal risk. ”
“I see,” he said, meeting my eyes with a dark look of his own, before he reached over to the desk where we’d left my bra.
Putting my bra on me, he turned me around to clasp the buttons at the back.
I liked how he made sure I was dressed first before he took care of himself.
I savored one lingering, hungry caress of his fingers over my sensitive nipple before he stepped away to find the rest of my clothes.
When he gave them to me, I was hobbling on one leg, trying to put my leg through my underwear, when Jonah spoke.
“Four p.m. tomorrow. You’re coming up here to my office and we’re having sex. Every day.” After pressing a kiss to my lips, he turned around and walked back to his desk, picking his shirt up and putting it back on.
I stared at his back, my agreement ready on my lips, before I stopped myself. Why was I so frustratingly weak around this man?
An idea occurred to me.
“Promise me you’ll stop racing when you’re stressed,” I called after him. “And then I’ll come.”
He stopped and gave me an inscrutable look. Then finally, the tips of his lips curved up.
“Done,” he said.
I swallowed as the reality of what we were doing hit me. Were we really going to have sex in his office every day?
Then reality hit me. Jonah had gotten exactly what he’d asked me for just days ago, back when I’d turned him down in this very office.
God, I was a fool in more ways than one.