19. Gray
Gray
Ifreeze, going totally fucking still. This could be bad, or really bad, depending on who just walked in.
If it’s someone from HR, I’ll have a lot of explaining to do. If it’s one of the board members, they could strip me of my position.
Jax is plastered against me, my dick still inside her wet, hot body, and I can barely register anything except how much I want to keep going.
Shit.
I lower her down to the desk. It can only have been three or four seconds since the door was opened, but it feels like a lifetime as I finally turn around.
“Fuck!”
My little sister Carrie is standing in the doorway, staring at us, my bare ass just hidden by the hem of my shirt, my dick inside Jax as she stares at us—stunned.
Oh my fucking god, my baby sister just walked in on me having sex.
As gently as I can, I pull free of Jax’s body. She winces, but I wait for her to close her legs as best she can before stepping away. My whole body is sweaty, pleasure drunk, and unsatisfied.
I tug at my clothing, thinking feverishly about what the hell I’m going to say to my sister. But I didn’t count on Jax and her endless confidence.
“Oops,” she says lightly, as if this happens all the time. I glance behind me, and she’s already got herself under control, kicking her shoes and panties out of sight, and righting her clothes.
Carrie hasn’t moved, her eyes ping-ponging between us. Her expression would be funny if this whole situation weren’t so humiliating.
“Uh…” Carrie says in a bewildered tone, looking like a deer in headlights. “Hi.”
“Sorry,” Jax says, “we didn’t think anyone was still here.”
Shit, she thinks Carrie’s an employee.
“Uh, this is Carrie,” I say quickly. “My little sister.”
Jax turns to me, her eyes going wide as saucers. I don’t know what to say or do, my whole body still coming down from the high of the sex and trying to fight the urge to run out of the room screaming.
Carrie has relaxed, her arms folding across her chest as she discreetly closes the door, glancing back at the office to check no one else has seen our little display.
“It’s my fault,” she says gently. “I should have knocked. But in my defense, my brother usually has more sense than this.”
“Well, I thought I locked the door,” Jax says with a little laugh and sticks out a hand. “Jax, it’s good to meet you. Sorry for the… sorry about this.”
How can she be so calm?
I manage to drag my pants out from behind the desk and shove my feet into them hurriedly. I do up my belt, feeling as if I’m eighteen and my mother has just walked in on me.
“Sorry, Care,” I mutter, finally coming out from behind the desk and tucking in my shirt.
“No worries,” she replies. “I really should have knocked.”
“Uh…”
“So, are you going to introduce us properly?” Carrie asks pointedly, and I see Jax glance back at me, a smirk on her lips.
I don’t know what comes over me in that moment. Maybe it’s riding the high of having her exquisite body against me, or admiration for her endless confidence, but something just clicks inside my head as I realize I could solve a lot of my problems with one well-placed lie.
I step forward and put my arm around Jax’s waist.
“Jacqueline… um, Jax, is my girlfriend, Care. Sorry I didn’t tell you before. But it’s all kind of new.”
I feel Jax’s whole body turn into a solid block. She doesn’t look at me, but her muscles are like a coiled spring.
I am gonna have hell to pay for this one.
“Oh my god! That’s so awesome,” Carrie says immediately. “You have to come to Sunday lunch and meet the family.”
This time it’s my turn to tense. Okay, I hadn’t expected that.
“Uh… yeah, maybe,” Jax manages, her voice tight.
“He has too many sisters, but I’m the best one,” Carrie insists. “You can meet our mom, too. It’ll be great.”
She laughs like it’s funny and meets my eye.
“Uh, Carrie, why don’t I walk you out?” I say. “We can let Jax get herself together.”
“Oh, of course, sorry, sorry to interrupt,” she says, laughing awkwardly as she steps out of the doorway. I follow her quickly. The rage coming off Jax is almost a physical force, and I can’t get out of the room fast enough.
I follow Carrie to the elevators. The office is blissfully empty. I can’t believe we didn’t check the door. Thank god it was my sister and not one of my team.
“She is gorgeous,” Carrie says as soon as we’re out of earshot. “She’s like, model hot. How did you snag that one? Her hair. It makes me want to grow mine.”
“Sorry you walked in on that,” I say sincerely.
She laughs. “Yeah, I might have to bleach my brain tonight. Although you have a nice butt. I had no idea.”
“Carrie!”
“What? You want me to avoid the obvious? You shouldn’t be screwing your girlfriend in your office, Gray. You should be wining and dining her and doing the rest of it at home.”
“Uh-huh, I’ll make a note of that.”
She smirks as she looks back at me, pushing the button for the elevator.
“Go back and apologize for me again. And I hope you get to finish!”
“Carrie!”
She’s still laughing like a maniac as she gets into the elevator, and I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my face crimson with embarrassment. The doors close, and I turn, half expecting Jax to be behind me, about to claw my eyes out.
Instead, when I get back to the office, she’s fully dressed again, leaning against the desk and looking furious.
“What in the actual fuck, Mr. Jones?”
I frown at her. “Gray.”
“I’ll call you Gray when you call me Jax. And not just in front of your sister,” she retorts.
I close the door. “I’m sorry about that.”
“As you fucking should be.”
It’s the first time I’ve heard her really angry, and to my complete lack of surprise, it’s a huge turn on. She looks ready to kill me, and yet she’s never been hotter in my eyes.
Her hair is mussed from where I grabbed it. I can still hear the echo of the slaps I gave her across her ass, and my cock is throbbing, still half hard.
“I’m not meeting your goddamn mother, so you can find an excuse for that.”
“You will be coming to Sunday lunch,” I insist.
“Fuck you, I’m not pretending to be your girlfriend to get your family off your case. I’m assuming that’s what this is about.”
“I’ll pay you.”
The stacks of money behind her feel as if they’re burning through the desk as I look at them.
There’s something debauched about the image after what we just did together, something dirty and sordid that makes my cock throb.
But then, there’s another side to it that makes me want to sweep it all into the trash.
She sure looked comfortable talking to my sister.
She stands up, her hair coming loose, and I struggle to keep my distance from her. I just want to flip her over and pick up where we left off.
“You’re unbelievable, you really think money can just buy you whatever you want? Meeting your family isn’t in the contract.”
“Ten grand.”
She goes still. Those huge hazel eyes find mine, and I take a step toward her. “You’re not serious.”
“Ten grand to pretend to be my girlfriend and make nice with my mother and sisters. One lunch. Ten grand. That’s a pretty sweet deal.”
She taps her foot against the floor, and I can’t keep away from her any longer. Crossing the room, I drag her stiff body into my arms, remembering how badly I wanted to kiss her as she moaned under me.
“She’s a good cook,” I add, and her lips twitch.
“Fine, but I’m no good at small talk.”
“I’ll say,” I murmur, nuzzling my nose against her neck. My dick begins to rub against the join of her legs, and she parts them, her breath coming faster as I lick a path up to her mouth. I’m about to push my tongue inside and finally taste her when something vibrates against my side.
“Shit,” Jax mutters.
I pull back as she drags out a cell phone. The name “SCOTT” is glaring bright on the screen, and a sharp crease forms between her brows.
“Sorry, I have to take this,” she glances at the clock. “And I have to go.”
I groan. “You’re not seriously leaving me like this.”
“It’s not my fault,” she says, but it doesn’t have the same sharp quality she usually uses. She suddenly seems worried, and I let her go.
My stomach knots as she looks at the money on the desk and then back at me.
“Take it,” I say, my voice hoarse.
The sordid eroticism of it fades completely. I don’t want her to be here just because of those crisp dollar bills. I want her to be here because she’s desperate for me, just as she was only minutes before.
She was euphoric, molded against me, as if I could do whatever I wanted to her, ruin her for any other man. All that fucking sass was extinguished as she lay languidly against me.
It was an addictive feeling.
Jax grabs the cash, giving me a wide berth as she passes me, her eyelids low and heavy, as she puts the phone to her ear.
“Hi,” she says, throwing me a wary glance, but I don’t follow her. I stand in my office watching her shove the money into a ratty black backpack that she drags from beneath the chair. “Yeah, I’m coming now. Wait for me, I’ll cover it. Don’t leave by yourself.”
Then she’s gone, leaving me with an odd taste in my mouth and an unwelcome, burning desire to follow her and find out who the hell Scott is.