Chapter 32
thirty-two
JONATHAN
Mags tackled sex like she did everything else, fearlessly, passionately, and uninhibited. She had just gone to the bathroom to pee, “Which I don’t need an audience for,” she’d said over her shoulder as she strutted naked from the bedroom.
Jonathan rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling as the memory of the night before came rushing in.
He’d never felt that kind of satisfaction before. Usually it was simple—an hour or two, mutual release, a polite goodbye, making sure the woman got home safe. Contractual. Contained. No strings.
This had been anything but. There weren’t simply strings between him and Mags, there were knotted ropes and chains. Solid. Unbreakable. Forever.
One singular woman had changed the trajectory of his life.
The way she looked at him, like she wasn’t holding anything back. Like she wanted him, not just the moment. That was what unraveled him. What stripped away that control he’d always prided himself on.
Mags had gotten under his skin, into his head, and his mind was a cacophony of plans for the future.
He and Mags had been insatiable, especially after she’d taken him into her mouth.
Things had become…frenzied. It wasn’t the sexual act alone that had him blowing like a virgin.
He’d had plenty of women over the years to know the difference.
It was seeing Mags work him over that was the mind fuck.
She broke his legendary control and left his body and mind at her mercy.
He shouldn’t be entertaining sliding into her body again but one glance between his legs had his mind conjuring her silky-smooth body wrapped around him, all wet and soapy and steaming hot.
Joining Mags in the shower was quickly overtaking every other thought in his usually sharp mind.
He should be working.
Mags. Sex.
His colleagues were counting on him.
Mags. Sex.
Her body was probably tender.
Sex. Sex. Sex.
Jonathan slid off the bed and padded toward the bathroom. The sound of water and Mags’ off-key humming met his ears as soon as he opened the door.
The glass shower door was covered in steam. It opened both ways, so he pulled the door toward him and caught Mags rinsing soap suds from her body.
Mags squeaked in surprise as he stepped into the spray with her, shutting the door behind him. “What the hell, Jon!”
Laughing, he wrapped his arms around her warm body and hugged her tight to his body. “I was lonely,” he admitted, grinning.
Reaching a hand between them, she stroked the length of his sex. “I don’t think you were lonely at all. I think you were having a conversation with your dick.”
“That too,” he admitted. He slid one of his hands down her stomach until he could lightly caress her folds.
“Tell me you’re not too sore,” he pleaded as he pressed two fingers deep between her legs while playing with her breasts, massaging the weights, pinching and tugging at her nipples until she was panting.
Her head tipped back and leaned against the tile, the water running down her body as he worked her over.
Her hips were thrusting, meeting his fingers and taking them deeper. She flicked her eyes open, saying, “I’m sore, but I don’t give a damn.”
Forty-five minutes and three orgasms later, two of which were hers, they were dressed and leaning against the kitchen island, sipping a cup of tea while continuously grinning at each other, when Eze and Nasir walked in the front door.
Eze had texted Mags two hours ago that he was picking Nasir up from the airport. The security guard apparently took a flight back to Dublin an hour after landing in Nigeria.
Nasir didn’t speak, taking a solitary position near a wall in the connecting living room despite the fact that he must be exhausted. The man nodded at him and Mags, which, according to her, meant they were practically best friends now.
Eze cleared his throat, his grim demeanor on high definition. He eyed them both long enough to cause Jonathan to side-eye Mags in a “What the hell is going on here?” way. She grinned, not in the least concerned by Eze’s silence.
Another five minutes passed, during which the sipping of tea and shuffling of feet were the only noise in the house. Eze finally cleared his throat and, in a completely deadpan voice, he asked, “Margaret, shall I have Jol inquire after a carpenter to fix your bedframe?
“From the rather egregious noises coming from your room last night, I can only assume there is structural damage of some kind.”
Mags started giggling. “Eze, you ass.” She looked at Jonathan and shook her head in exasperation. “Take me to my lunch date with the girls, Jon, and then go get your work done. Maybe tonight we can destroy the furniture at your place.”
Jonathan found a parking spot near Murphy’s and insisted on walking Mags to the door, even though she insisted it wasn’t necessary.
They stood close outside the pub’s entrance. He leaned into her and gave her a quick kiss. “I don’t want to leave you,” Jonathan admitted, and even he could hear the wonder in his voice.
Mags’ wide smile dropped, and she clasped his hands tighter. “I hoped it wasn’t just me feeling that way.”
“I know you have to work after lunch, but can I pick you up for drinks tonight? I know your family wants you to stay at Eze’s until that woman is found. I’ll take you there after we go out.”
She moved close, running her hands around his sides and resting her palms on his lower back. “And will you sleep over again?”
“I didn’t want to presume,” he hedged, her laughter cutting him off before he could continue.
“Since when, you arrogant ass? I’ve never known you to not take what you wanted,” she said, jabbing her finger in his side.
“I wanted you for years, and I didn’t make a move.” He kissed her because he couldn’t help himself. Months of wanting to touch had made him insatiable. “I’ll stay over, but Eze might have something to say about that.”
Mags laughed but soon sobered, suddenly looking ill at ease. Jonanthan tightened his fingers, worried she might try to move away from him.
“What’s going on?” When she only fiddled with the tail of his t-shirt, he said, “Mags. What are you thinking?”
She blushed, but true to her personality, she swallowed and lifted her chin. “I’m going to Scotland this weekend. Mom and Dad will finally be home. This is probably too soon, and I'll have to cancel on Eze, but I thought,” she hesitated, “you might want to come with me.”
“It isn’t too soon,” he confirmed with finality. “I’ll make travel arrangements this afternoon.”
“I can—”
“Let me take care of this small thing,” he interrupted.