15. Jax
Jax
Jones immediately calls me into his office as soon as I’m back on our floor.
He’s standing by the door, like he was waiting for me, and that same zing of awareness passes over my skin as I walk past him.
“Fran emailed me, telling me your apology seemed genuine.” he says.
I hold his gaze, trying to get a read on him, but he gives nothing away. I have yet to see him even close to cracking a smile.
He closes the door, and I hear the click of the lock.
As he comes up behind me, he pauses for a second and then walks around to lean against his desk. I hand him the file I got from finance, and he places it behind him.
“Does that mouth of yours get you in trouble a lot?” he asks.
“Occasionally,” I mutter.
“Still, I bet you got away with everything when you were younger. You have the biggest puppy dog eyes I’ve ever seen.”
I scowl at him. “I do not have ‘puppy dog’ eyes.”
“Oh, you do, that’s all I could focus on last night. That and the way you moaned when you came.”
I clear my throat and can see the amusement in his eyes now, as my cheeks turn red. He raises an eyebrow and pushes off the desk. In heels, I am usually the same height as most of my brothers, but Jones is still about half a foot taller than me.
I need to buy some higher heels.
“Pull up your skirt,” he says quietly, his eyes so intense my breath hitches. “Please.”
Oh, fuck me.
It’s the ‘please’ that has my fingers curling around the hem of my skirt and pulling it up before I can overthink it.
He steps forward. For a long time, he just stands there, waiting to see what I’ll do. This is the first time he’s touched me outside of the blow job, and it seems as if he’s asking permission.
He looks down, those blue eyes taking me in, and then I feel his fingers slide over my stomach, lowering down and expertly hooking between my legs.
They find my clit immediately, as if he’s done it a thousand times, and the shock of it is so surprising I make a low little cry.
His lips move into something that could resemble a real smile.
“Do you dye your hair?” he asks casually, his eyes moving from my legs to my head as he runs his eye over the ponytail that disappears down my back.
“All the time,” I say, “all the colors of the rainbow.”
“Take it down, please.”
His fingers are moving over my clit, and I’m already wet. I’ve never had such an immediate reaction to anyone touching me. Parker had to go at it for hours before I was turned on—that should have been a red flag right from the beginning.
Gray Jones is just pure dominance and charisma, and my whole body vibrates for him.
I pull the tie out of my hair, and I’m about to shake it out, when he suddenly pulls his hand out from between my legs.
“Turn around.”
I do, and he immediately presses his chest up against my back, sliding his fingers back down my body, pushing beneath my tights and my panties, and massaging my clit even harder than before.
I widen my legs as he moves around to stand to the side of me, his hand still working me without pause.
“Shake out your hair.” His voice is so low it makes me shiver. “Slowly.”
I do it, and feel it tumble down my back. The pressure increases as he pushes a finger deeper, flirting with my entrance as he dips the tip inside.
“Get on the desk,” he says hoarsely, and I step back, and sit down on the surface.
Before I can register what he’s planning to do, he’s pulled my tights and my panties down, my legs dangling over the side, my shoes still on.
I shudder as he gets on his knees and looks up at me.
“I’m going to make you come, you will not make a sound, is that clear?”
All I can do is nod as he dives forward, his tongue lapping at my body, hot and insistent. I lean back on the desk, my fingers pressing against the folder he placed there only moments before.
The wicked glide of his tongue is exquisite, and his fingers gripping my thighs are proprietary and determined.
I put both my hands behind me, leaning back on them as he sucks and licks at me, his tongue plunging inside me over and over again as my breathing intensifies.
I’m worried I’m going to come in seconds.
As I’m balancing on the edge of my orgasm, he suddenly stands up, and I watch as he undoes his belt and opens his fly.
His cock springs out, already leaking, and he moves as if to shove it inside me. In that moment, I want that more than anything, but the desperate desire also reminds me why I took this job.
I close my legs.
He stops, looking up at me with a more than frustrated glare. “You’re not serious.”
“I’m still not ready for full-on sex at this point,” I say calmly, and he steps forward, tugging me against him.
“You’re a fucking cocktease. Isn’t that illegal in your line of work?” he growls, but he’s smirking as he presses his body against me. I can feel the long length of his cock rubbing between my legs.
“If you want to fuck me, you pay me in cash,” I say, the idea solidifying in my mind as I fight the orgasm licking between my legs. His dick is right there. I could just shove it inside me and let him go to town.
Boy, do I want that, but not yet.
“In cash?” he says. “Why, you having a fight with the IRS?”
I laugh, surprised at how amused he looks. “I just prefer hard cash I can hold in my hand. So sue me.”
“Fuck, I really need to put you in your place,” he whispers, and a small smile breaks over his face as my body shudders. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Jacqueline? I think secretly you want to be controlled.”
The truth in those words alarms me. I cry out as he lowers his hand and shoves two fingers inside me without warning. I arch against him, grunting as he covers my mouth with his other hand.
“You’re gonna come on my fingers, instead of my dick, and then you’re going to suck my cock down the back of your throat until you can’t breathe. Is that clear? I want you drinking my cum within five minutes. I have a meeting to go to.”
I groan again as he twists his fingers inside me and rubs his cock against my thigh.
This man is going to be the death of my self-control.
That evening, after I leave the office, I head to Sterling House to meet with Pippa.
As I get into the elevator, I swallow around the soreness in my throat. Mr. Asshole wasn’t impressed with my refusing to fuck him, and he’d been ruthless, brutal even, as he filled my mouth with his dick.
And why did I love that so much?
The darkness in his eyes as he fucked my throat was all-consuming, and I almost came a second time just from the way he spoke to me, like I exist only for his pleasure.
After he was done with my mouth, he’d told me he was looking forward to our first real fuck, and I was shocked when he requested to do it without protection.
Pippa had explained the parameters around that, and the stringent rule that the agency worked by under those circumstances. We would both get tested to ensure our safety, and neither of us would be allowed to fuck other people outside the job.
That suited me fine—I barely had time to do anything except work and fuck him as it was, but it intrigued me that he would agree to that too.
I couldn’t believe he would only want to fuck me with all the women he must have flocking around him all the time. But then, he probably wasn’t thinking about the long term. With how things were between us, I’d be lucky to last the week.
All the more reason to make Pippa like me.
I’m buzzed into Sterling House’s office and I head through the long, mirrored hallway to Pippa’s office. She’s behind her desk, amongst the beautiful, exotic birds all over the walls, typing rapidly on her computer.
She looks up as I enter, and I’m not surprised to see how angry she looks.
“Well, look who it is. Did you get fired?” she asks, as I saunter up to her desk.
“Far from it,” I say, handing her the card in my hand. She stares at it incredulously and then plucks it out of my fingers.
“What’s this? If he gave you his credit card, I’ll admit I’m impressed.”
“Not quite. That’s from me to you. It’s a gold card for Jenson’s, the nightclub I run,” I say, and Pippa’s eyes widen. “It’ll get you and a group of friends free drinks all night.”
She lowers the card, looking at it in amazement, her mouth hanging open, but she doesn’t speak.
“Listen, I get that I was a bitch when I arrived. I made your job more difficult, and I could have seriously fucked with your agency’s rep by pulling that stunt, so this is my way of apologizing.”
“Jensons?” Pippa asks, her perfect eyebrows rising. “I’ve always wanted to go there, but the line is always insane. You run it?” she asks.
“I’m the floor manager. Just show that card to anyone on my staff, and they’ll look after you. We have a great lineup this month, so just pick a date.”
Pippa lowers the card, her eyes narrowing as she looks at me. “You’re working two jobs?” she asks.
I stiffen, raising one shoulder as casually as I can.
“I won’t let it compromise my work with Sterling House. I’m a night owl by nature. I work hard, and I won’t let you down.”
Pippa places the card gently beside her, her eyes gleaming.
“Thanks for the offer,” she says finally. “Get us a private booth, and it’s a deal.”
I snort. I’m really starting to like her attitude. “I’ll get you access to the VIP lounge all night, will that do?”
“Perfect,” she says, grinning now, and looking genuinely excited.
“I look forward to seeing you there,” I say, and leave the office with a spring in my step.
I’m not sure whether it’s the aftermath of the incredible orgasms, or making a few friends outside of my direct family, but I feel lighter on my feet as I make my way home.
The subway is crowded and unpleasant, smelling of greasy food and body odor, and I’m grateful to step out at my station, my bag over my shoulder, wondering if I have time to get to the gym tonight before my shift.
As I approach the front door of our house, I’m impressed that Ben and Seb have finally cleared up the pizza boxes that littered the stairs before. But they’ve still left a black trash bag at the top of the steps, making the house look like a dump.
Would it kill them to take it down to the trash?
Then, as I open the gate, I stop in my tracks, my heart beginning to thud painfully against my ribs.
It isn’t a trash bag, it’s a body.
I stagger forward, panic erupting inside me as I leap up the steps, falling forward against Scott’s lifeless form, where he lies against the cold stone, covered with blood.