Chapter 16
Jessica
The truck pulls up to what can only be described as something out of my dreams, and not a moment too soon as the air between us here in the back seat is getting thin.
I have no idea how it happens, but every time we’re together, it feels like we’re on the edge of a cliff, ready to jump.
I take a deep breath to center myself and look up at the large stone and timber mansion before me.
It’s surrounded by trees just like Donovan said.
Tall pines, thickly planted, cover every angle until they hit the water.
Where the lake is so still, it looks like glass.
There isn’t any wind as the snow continues to fall, coating the ground, the trees topped with white.
It’s like a Christmas fairy tale, and I’m completely smitten.
“Wait here.” Donovan steps out from the truck.
I have no idea what’s happening, but I need the space.
It might be freezing outside, but I’m burning up.
My heart’s racing, and I swear I’ve never felt my pussy pulse like it does when I’m around this man.
I’ve tried to rein it in. I’ve tried telling myself that it’s a stupid crush, just a silly little fantasy, but with every lingering touch, with every smile he gives me and every flick of his hair, I melt a little more.
I’m not a jealous person. I’ve never really wanted something so bad that I felt competitive over getting it.
As a kid, I was used to going without, never being picked for the school teams, never being popular and always missing out, and it’s something that I’ve carried all my life.
But when I saw that woman place her hand on Donovan’s arm, I went green with envy.
I couldn’t stop myself from walking over.
For all I know, she was a woman he dated.
Maybe he still does; I haven’t questioned his love life.
But just like he didn’t like Marcus Jasper close to me, I didn’t like Carrington Noble close to him.
Something he seemed to take great pleasure in seeing.
I sit in the truck, waiting for Donovan, thinking back to earlier today.
When I saw him onstage, his commanding presence had the whole audience captured, and I was completely gobsmacked.
Admiration filled me at seeing him able to deliver a speech, one that was motivational and inspirational without even looking at a script or note card.
Then his hand went to my back again as we left and stayed there, like he was marking his territory in front of everyone. Like he couldn’t help it. Like it was always meant to be there. Like he wanted to keep me close.
And now, here I am. Snowed in with the boss with my face flushed at spending the night in his lake house.
With him. A cliché so obvious it’s almost comical.
And I’m not mad about it. The two trains of thought bash against each other in my mind, almost giving me a headache.
The sensible part of me knows that we need to keep this as just a night of work, maybe a shared meal over spreadsheets and strategies.
But here, away from the office, just the two of us, it’s going to be difficult to keep our feelings in check.
Donovan opens my door and steps closer, blocking me in. His eyes meet mine, and I still. Every thought I just had of the two of us remaining professional flies completely out the window because the way he’s looking at me now, I know without a doubt I can’t contain my feelings anymore.
“Are you ready?” His voice is low, almost rumbly, and it only adds to my attraction.
“Yes.” I look him straight in the eye, answering the unspoken question that has lingered between us for the past few weeks.
He helps me out, the drop from the truck to the ground significant, and his hands wrap around my waist, lifting me down like I weigh nothing.
All those tubs of ice cream I’ve eaten at night make little difference to the man whose biceps bulge under my hands.
My body slides down his as I grip on to his arms tightly, the space between us almost nonexistent.
“Be careful. It’s slippery.” He looks down at me, his gaze full of molten heat I’m not sure I can handle. But as his grip on my waist lightens and his hands drop from my frame, my own seek him out and our hands connect as he pulls me toward his home, keeping me close.
The driver jumps in the truck and leaves, the silence encasing us, reminding me exactly how alone we are.
His hold on my hand tightens as we step inside, which I’m glad about as my knees start to feel weak.
The large open wooden door is just the start of the opulence that hits me.
My mind is a racing pile of mush as Donovan stands in front of me, watching me carefully.
“Jessica… I—”
“Kiss me.” The words are out before I can take them back. He pauses, his eyes searching mine.
“What did you say?” He’s clarifying. He’s my boss. We’re about to cross a very firm line. One that we can’t come back from. I swallow, knowing I need to lead at this moment. I need to be the one to strike the match and set us on fire.
“Kiss me,” I almost pant, my voice breathy, and he wastes no time. He takes one step toward me and cups my cheeks, almost pulling me up to my toes as his lips hit mine, and everything else in the world fades to black.
His lips are hot and urgent, his hands strong.
As I open my mouth, his tongue dives in, and I’m almost dizzy at the sensation.
I quickly grab on to his lapels, steadying myself as we move backward, my back hitting the door, barely making it two steps inside what I’m sure is the most exquisite home I’ve ever stepped foot in.
“Tell me to stop… Jesus, Jessica, tell me to stop,” he whispers against my lips as his kiss deepens. The taste of coffee and chocolate filters through, as does the heat from his hands as they start to roam my body.
“Don’t stop…” I’m barely able to breathe as I push his jacket from his shoulders, and he throws it on the floor.
“We can’t do this,” he says, making no move to stop.
“No, we can’t.” My words brush against his lips, my movements not stopping when my hands find his shirt buttons, and I start to undo them.
“It completely crosses the line of the boss-employee relationship.” His kisses move down my jaw, to my neck, and I lean my head back, opening to him as his hands find my dress zipper at the back of my neck.
“So fire me,” I tell him, because now I can’t think of anything else I want more than this man.
“Fuck…” He pulls down my zipper just as I open his last shirt button.
Grabbing his shirt, he pulls it from his body, throwing it down on the floor as I shimmy out of my dress.
I’ve never had sex like this. I’ve never met a man I want so badly that I strip to my underwear right at his front door.
I’ve never had a man want me as much as this either.
He looks at me as my dress pools at my feet. My black underwear matches because this girl was prepared. Mabel always says to wear your best underwear, it’s your superpower and that lady has never steered me wrong. I take her words as gospel.
His naked chest heaves with his quick breaths. This man is sculpted. I knew he would be. But I’ve never seen anything like it in real life. I lean forward and run my fingers down his torso, his muscles tensing a little before I hit his belt buckle and open it swiftly.
“You're just going to look or…?” I tease, having no idea where this confidence comes from. The few sexual encounters I’ve had have all been mediocre and completely stock standard. Missionary, a few hip thrusts, one person coming, usually not me.
If anything, I should be reserved. But it’s been so long since a man has made me feel something that I’m almost wild for it.
“Look at you…” His hand skirts up my torso, his thumb brushing across my sensitive nipple until he cups my jaw and tilts me toward him.
“You are so goddamn beautiful…” His thumb rubs across my lip as I open his trousers and push them to the floor. Then he’s kissing me again as we step out of the rubble of clothes and he kicks off his shoes. He bends down quickly, grabbing his wallet, finding a condom.
“Let’s go.” His hands palm my ass, and he lifts me to him quickly, my legs wrapping around his waist, where I feel him hot and thick against my core. I grind on him so eagerly that he groans.
“Donovan,” I moan, and he wastes no time, taking us to the large sofa, the one that looks like it costs a million dollars.
He sits, positioning me on his lap. I feel the soft fabric on my knees and know that it’s high quality, and we are about to ruin it.
I cup his face, bringing it back to mine, not wanting to part from him for a second longer than I need to.
Grinding on him again, the friction feels too nice, hitting a spot that hasn’t been hit by a man in a long time.
“I want to take my time with you, but that will need to be later, because right now, I just can’t get enough.
” He pulls down his underwear, and I think I forget to breathe.
I wonder briefly if I’m dreaming. Because I swear I had the same dream just the other night.
Body rippling, the small flick of hair falling across his forehead, cock hard and heavy.
I knew he was perfect. Aesthetically pleasing is what people say in the industry.
What every woman imagines he would look like naked is exactly how he is.
He groans as his hands run up my body, and I arch a little. His palms scoop around my back, unclasping my bra before pulling it from my arms. Lips moving across my jaw, he ducks under my chin and trails kisses down my neck and chest until he reaches my breasts.
“Ohhh…” I bite my bottom lip because this is real and I’m not dreaming. I run my hand through his thick hair, something I always imagined doing from the moment I first saw him as he sucks on my nipple, his large hand molding my other breast.
“Fuck, you’re perfect…” he moans as his hands lower, skirting across my hips, taking my underwear, and I maneuver so he can drag them down my legs.
I’m panting like I’m running a marathon, naked as the day I was born, and so ready for this.
He gives me a sexy-as-sin grin that I know I’ll be reliving in my mind on the regular, and for a split second, I wonder what in the world is happening.
“You’re not so bad yourself.” Again, my confidence astounds me.
This is not me. At least not the girl I thought I was.
I usually melt into the background. Always the side character, never the lead.
But ever since I met Donovan, I’ve stepped into a new version of myself.
His acknowledgement of my work the first time we met solidified the confidence I had within.
Now, the more time we spend together, the more confident I feel with him and others.
And the way he looks at me, handles me, makes me feel empowered.
He rips open the condom and rolls it on, his cock hard, ready, and throbbing between us. Gripping behind my knees, he pulls my body across his thighs, closer to his hips as I straddle him on the sofa. I reach for his face, cupping his cheeks again and bringing him to my lips.
“Looks like I’m not the only needy one…” he says between our hard kisses. His lips are ferocious, and I’m giving back everything he offers. He slides a hand down to my center, and when he touches my clit, I jolt a little before he circles it. I almost come undone right then and there.
“Shit…” I pant as my hands run down his shoulders, his large biceps popping, his muscles tense as he circles my clit slowly and my hips start rolling against him.
“I want you bouncing, these pretty breasts in my mouth, and you coming on my cock.”
I almost quiver at his words. No man has ever spoken to me like that. And hell, I like it.
“Yes… I want that…” I sound breathy as I lift, and he positions himself at my center. Lowering myself, I go slow, getting a feel for him, ensuring we fit, the movement deliciously seductive.
“Fuuucccckkk,” he groans, his head falling back on the sofa as I slide down and back up, getting used to his size.
I have no idea what I’m doing. I’ve never done cowgirl before.
Never ridden a man. Never had sex on a sofa.
But it’s like my body knows exactly what to do, and when his large warm hands curve around my hips and grab my ass, he moves me where he needs me and we fit just right.
“Yes…” He lifts me up and down, faster and faster, as I hold on tight to his shoulders, which are broad, solid, and so smooth to the touch it’s a crime. “Fuck, Jessie…”
I almost choke my moans as his sweet name for me falls from his lips. My hands run up his neck, and he leans forward, claiming the surprise from my lips in a burning kiss. I feel alive, and I bounce faster, my clit hitting his pelvis over and over, my orgasm close.
“Oh God…” I don’t even know what I’m saying right now, my body chasing a high right on the horizon. “Yes… oh God… yes…” I feel like chanting, but I can’t catch my breath.
“That’s it… Fuck, that’s it… You feel so fucking good…” He starts to thrust up into me, meeting my bouncing. We’re both panting, sweating, our skin slapping.
My fingers dig into him, like I’m clawing his skin, needing more, wanting more. His hands tighten as he grips me, the prickle painfully pleasurable. All I want is more.
“You’re… so…” I almost hiccup.
“Yeah, baby?” He looks up at me, watching me bounce, pure admiration and lust on his face. His hair falls across his forehead a little more, and I bite my bottom lip.
“So good… It’s sooo, sooo good…” He leans forward again, kissing my breast, and I run my hands through his hair, pulling him closer.
I roll my hips, finding the friction I need, and take a sharp breath.
“I’m going to come…” I’m shocked. It feels too much, like I can’t get a handle on it.
My hips move faster, his hands pull harder. It’s all-consuming, and I’m lost in it.
“Yes, baby… Fuck, yes…” His hands clench harder on my hips, warmth spreading across my skin.
“Donovan…” My breath hitches as my clit pulses, and it rushes through me. “Donovan!” I scream his name, comically loud, genuinely so. But I have no time for embarrassment as my orgasm rages through me so powerfully that my legs start to shake.
“Fuuucckkkkkkk,” he roars as he thrusts up harder before he comes, and I hold on to his shoulders tight, his hands gripping on to my ass. I know I will bruise, but I don’t care.
My forehead pushes against his as we come down from euphoria, his hands sliding up my back as his lips find mine.
And we kiss. Our naked bodies entwined, him holding me close, his hands roaming, touching every curve. If I lose my job over this, I already know it was worth it.