When Everything Comes Together #2
“I said not here.” And then it was over. He stood up, zipped up his pants and helped her to feet as well. “Come home with me.”
“Not tonight,” she answered softly. “I have to finish—”
“I wasn’t asking.”
He grabbed her hand and took hasty, long strides to the elevator.
She barely managed to grab her purse as he dragged her past her desk.
The doors opened, they stepped inside, and she hit the button for the basement parking.
Immediately, he moved to the back, trying to keep his distance from her.
She sent a quick text to Gemma to remind her to feed the pets and dropped her cell phone back into her purse.
He became more uneasy when she shifted her full attention back to him.
“Did you come with your car or with a driver today?” she asked idly.
“Driver.” He wasn’t even looking at her.
“So we’re going to your place in my car?”
It was pointless chit-chat to get his attention and when their eyes met, a naughty grin played with his face. “I know that look, Jordan. Don’t even think—”
He was cut off when she dropped her purse and threw herself at him. Legs around his waist. Tongue in his mouth. Hands gripping his hair. He didn’t stand a chance.
He pushed her up against the elevator wall, one hand palming her breast, the other under her skirt, squeezing her ass.
She shifted her hips and he took the hint.
Eager fingers slipped beneath her panties, pushing deep inside her until her head felt heavy and her eyes rolled back.
His kiss was wild, devouring, insatiable.
Thirty-eight floors went by in a jiffy, and by the time the doors opened again, they were a mess.
His shirt was hanging open over his chest. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist. Breathlessly, he unwound her legs, marching straight out as she tugged down her skirt and picked up her purse.
Her car was the only one left on this level of the parking lot and he barreled towards it.
He was on edge and she quickened her steps to catch up.
Once she reached the car, she realized the drive was just too long and she wasn’t willing to wait. With sex on the brain, she wasn’t in a state to be driving either.
She sat down on the hood and waited for him to get the message. Stepping in front of her, she saw the agitation on his face.
“Get in the car, Jordan.”
He said it with quiet calm, but he was raging inside.
She smiled, shaking her head, and her defiance only irritated him more.
Just like everything else that involved Tyler, their sex-life was also weird.
She wanted what she wanted, he wanted what he wanted and neither ever gave in easily to the other.
Add to that the fact that they rarely wanted the same thing at the same time and the result was either an annoyed Tyler or a pissed off Jordan.
It wasn’t so much a fight as it was a game for her.
Most of the time, she won. She played dirty and if she had to be honest, nine times out of ten, he let her win.
Though, he didn’t play fair either. Three times already she’d been tied down and it wasn’t because he was the type of guy who had a red room and was into bondage.
He just hated her hands and he gave himself an advantage when he took them out of the equation.
Hooking her heels behind his legs, she pulled him closer. She kept her eyes fixed on him as she started unbuttoning her blouse.
“We’re not doing this here.” Yet even as he said it, his eyes were eating her up. His body tensed when he caught sight of her breasts.
“Live a little.”
He lowered his head, but was careful not to kiss her. He hated her kisses even more than her hands. It was his trigger, the one thing that made him lose his fucking mind in a matter of seconds. Lifting his hand to her face, he rubbed his thumb over her plump lips. “I want you in my bed.”
“And I want you right here, right now.”
She slowly ran her tongue over his thumb, pulling it into her mouth, and she had to stop a smile when she heard that slight change in his breathing.
“We could be at my place in twenty minutes.”
“You could have me screaming in five.”
That one got him good, got his jaw tightening, and she even saw a twitch beneath his pants.
Now if she could just get those lips. As soon as she stood up, he knew.
He was on guard before her mouth moved closer to his.
Persistence was key, yet he didn’t give in, simply turned his head the other way every time she tried to kiss him.
It was a worthy distraction, because he didn’t notice what her hands were doing until one crept into his pants and wrapped around his solid length.
“Oh, you’re good,” he whispered, his breathing labored with anger and lust.
He was almost there, on the verge of submission.
She gripped tighter, rubbing faster until she saw that look in his eyes – savage, uncontrolled desire.
It was a look that had heat scorching between her thighs, a look that made her breath hitch without him even touching her, a look that told her she was going to be sore tomorrow.
Removing her hand, she stepped back, hiked her skirt up a little and slowly pulled down her underwear.
She sat down again, spreading her legs in front of him.
His eyes blazed with wanton need, but he didn’t move.
He watched as her one hand cupped her breast, the other sliding up her thigh to massage her clit.
“I’m so wet for you. I bet you’re thinking about how good it feels when you slide your big cock into me. ”
That pushed him right over the edge. He was riled up and it showed in every movement as he closed the gap between them.
“You’ll let me do this to myself?” she whispered, looking up at him.
“Ask me nicely, Jordan.”
He didn’t like it when she begged, but tonight he was angry enough to want it, his subtle way of letting her know that he had just as much power over her.
“Please, Tyler…please…fuck me.” He didn’t say nasty words, but he definitely liked hearing them and despite the fact that he was pissed off, she saw a flicker of a smile.
“Fuck me hard…fast. I want you inside me…right now…” She noticed that it sounded like an order and he wanted her to beg. “Please.”
Catching her by the ankles, he dragged her body down the hood.
He pushed his pants down, pushed her skirt up and shoved his hips between her legs.
He entered her with a jackhammer force, ramming into her once, twice until he was fully rooted inside her.
See, this was the problem with Tyler’s dick.
Once he was inside her, every body part just stopped. And acknowledged its presence.
Her breath caught midway through a moan. Her eyes shut. Her nails sank into his shoulder. Every single muscle tightened. He gave her the few seconds he knew she needed and then he kissed her, vicious and demanding, a kiss that left her wild and clinging to him.
“You. Drive me. Insane,” he said through gritted teeth.
She smiled and moistened her lip with the tip of her tongue. “Prove it.”
Done. Game Over.
It was at this point that Tyler Evans accepted defeat, pinned her hands down, and fucked her on the bonnet of her car.
* * * * *
This is ridiculous!
Tyler was ready to burst with exasperation.
This was the constant sidestepping of an issue, a blatant disregard for all persons involved.
Every time it seemed like they were close to a resolution, there was another excuse, another pitiful explanation as to why the problem could not be solved. And he’d had about enough.
“I’m going to write a letter of complaint,” he said.
Jordan rolled her eyes. “It’s a Soap Opera, Tyler. It’s supposed to drag.” She was sprawled out on his sofa with her head on his lap, dressed in a pair of jeans and one of his T-shirts.
He looked down at her, not hiding his irritation. “I’ve been watching this with you since August. It’s the last week of October and they Still. Don’t. Know. Abby’s about to get married.” He shook his head. “They’re gonna find out on her wedding day, aren’t they?”
“Of course. That’s the best thing about this show.”
“And who’s this guy?” he asked, pointing to the blonde male on screen.
“That’s Abby’s ex-boyfriend, Damon. He left last year and now he’s back.”
“Wait. Last year real time, or last year Juniper Hills time?”
She smiled. “Last year Juniper Hills time.”
“Oh, God.” He cringed and he actually needed to take a couple seconds to process that. “Another potential baby-daddy. I can’t deal with this.”
He simmered in his annoyance and waited for the episode to end. As soon as the credits came up, he flipped through the channels.
“Leave it on this one,” Jordan said when an array of tattoos on screen caught her attention.
They watched as the tattoo artists raced against time to complete their masterpieces and the panel of judges who critiqued their work.
“How come they don’t have a show like this for accountants?” she asked. “They have a reality TV show or some type of series for every other profession. Cops, lawyers, chefs, tattoo artists, even garbage men, so why not accountants?”
“Um…because no one would wanna watch that. People would rather spend their leisure time watching garbage being loaded onto trucks than watch accountants.”
Blue-gray eyes narrowed up at him. “I think it would be very interesting.”
“Yeah?” He took her hand, interlinking his fingers with hers as he brushed his thumb across her palm. These little intimacies is what he enjoyed most after a long day at the office. “And what would be the premise?”
“It could be just like this one. They could have different accountants, racing against the clock trying to…prepare financial statements.”
He tried to be supportive, but that idea had absolutely no merit and she obviously knew that because she was trying to suppress a laugh. “That sounds…incredibly boring.”
“It’s not! And at the end they could have judges who are experts in the field, like Jack Ford from the IFRS conference…”
“It just got more boring.”
“…and he could critique it…tell them stuff like…your property, plant and equipment note is the worst I’ve seen in years…and your depreciation charge isn’t a proper reflection of economic benefits consumed.”
God, she’s a nerd! “It’s getting worse…much worse…mind-numbingly worse. If you weren’t so pretty…and tall, I wouldn’t be able to look past this.”
She blushed, but didn’t put an end to this soul-destroying conversation. “He could tell them that their borders are sloppy, their figures don’t balance. Can you feel the aggression?…No?”
Stop her, save her from herself. “Jordan, you do realize that in a post-apocalyptic world, where water and food are scarce and cannibalism is rife, accountants would be the first to get eaten, because they contribute nothing to society. That’s why you guys don’t have your own TV show.
I’m sorry I have to be the one to tell you this, but no one cares. ”
She sat up, a smile tugging at her lips. “And what do CEO’s contribute to a post-apocalyptic society?”
“We’re natural born leaders,” he replied with a shrug of arrogance. “People will look to us for guidance.”
A humph of annoyance left her mouth. “Well, we’re not in a post-apocalyptic world and thus my idea is brilliant! And just think of the finale…when the auditors come.”
He burst out laughing. “Please stop. It’s making me question why I like you so much.”
Pink brightened her cheeks in the cutest way and she slowly straddled his hips. “Oh, you like me, huh?”
His hands immediately pressed up her jean-clad legs. “You know I do.”
“It’s a step up from fond.” Dipping her head, she leisurely massaged his mouth with hers. “I’m falling hard for you, Tyler Evans.”
The words caused a tightness in his chest, brought a smile to his lips the second his brain acknowledged those words.
He didn’t say anything back and she didn’t expect him to.
Because that was Jordan. Confident, self-assured Jordan.
She said what she wanted, did what she wanted and rarely needed affirmation from others.
It’s what he liked most about her, the powerful magnet that drew him to her and kept him coming back for more.
But it wasn’t just that. It was everything about her. It was the way she stepped over his reluctance and got him to try new things. Her ability to challenge him on every level, her ability to make him happy without even trying. She made him a different man, a better man.
Smart, funny, adventurous and also a total nerd. All of those things had him wrapped around the little pinky of Jordan Shepard, wound so tight it was impossible to pull away. And he didn’t want to pull away. He wanted to keep free-falling.
The moment wasn’t awkward, but something needed to be said. “I thought Aquarians are supposed to be insensitive. You going soft on me, Jordan?”
“Ugh! Fuck. I am.” She dropped over onto the sofa and threw her arms out on either side of her. “Just have sex with me and make me forget all this soppiness.”
“You’re damaged goods, Roman,” he said with the slight shake of his head. “An emotional basket case.”
She laughed as his body moved over hers. “I don’t even have daddy issues. What’s wrong with me?”
“I don’t know. Let’s see if we can fix you.”
“What are you about to do?”
He grabbed the back of his sweatshirt and pulled it over his head. “I’m about…to get all up in your Kool-Ade…just all up in that.”
She was giggling like crazy now. “I love it when you talk dirty.”
Her laughter subsided when his mouth took possession of hers and then he told her, without words, exactly how he felt about her.