Chapter Eight #3
But I hurt her, I know. And that was never my intention. So if she doesn’t want me now, I’ll let her go.
“We’re going somewhere we can be alone.” I pause, meeting her gaze. “Any objections?”
The seconds that pass feel like long, painful ones. She stares at me, a myriad of emotions racing across her expressive features so fast I don’t try to decipher them all. Instead I wait, my cock throbbing inside my slacks.
“Faith?” I ask because she has to agree.
“What are you waiting for?”
My hand wraps more tightly around hers as I rush us into my office, slam the door, and lock it behind us. I walk her to the desk and meet her gaze, pleased to see her eyes dark with yearning.
“Panties off, dress up,” I instruct.
Her eyes open wide but she doesn’t hesitate. She wriggles the dress up and slides her sexy underwear down and off her legs.
My fucking hand shakes as I unhook my pants and drop them, along with my boxer briefs, to the floor. “Bend over,” I say in a gruff voice.
“I—”
“Up to you.” I grasp my cock and pump once, twice with my hand.
Her eyes follow the rough movement.
She bends over the desk.
She’s gorgeous, that soft, creamy flesh calling out to me. I walk behind her and nudge her feet wider, making room for myself between her thighs.
I slide one hand through her creamy folds, finding her soaked. “Jesus, you’re wet.”
“For you, Jason. Only for you. But if you walk away again right after, I’m done.”
Her words slice through my chest. I push them aside for now, knowing I’m in it until her brother is caught. In it until we call it quits at the end. She knows what I want … and don’t. I was a coward for running from her.
In response, I grab my cock, line it up at her entrance, and nudge myself in, sliding inside slowly as she grips tight around me.
I close my eyes, letting myself feel the sensations. She’s not able to watch my face, to see how deeply she affects me, so I allow myself the luxury of feeling.
“Harder, Jase.” She wriggles her ass, and I pinch one cheek, then slam in deep.
She screams, but it isn’t like anyone can hear. Before I can ask if she’s okay, she groans. “So good. Again.”
I take a slow, torturous glide out of her clasping walls and thrust back in. Knowing what she wants, needs, I begin a steady rhythm, one hand on her back, the other on her hip as I take her hard and fast. It doesn’t take long for her to rise, and the slow moans become louder and more frenzied.
“Oh, God, Jase. Don’t stop. I need to come.”
I have no intention of denying either one of us. My blood boils hot in my veins, my balls are drawn up tight, and the only thing holding me back from my climax is the fact that she hasn’t reached her own yet. I slide my hand around her waist and rub my finger over her clit.
That’s all she needs. She cries out and she begins to climax, her trembling, shaking orgasm triggering my release. I slam into her over and over, and when I finally thrust one last time, I know I’m so fucking gone and lost over this woman I might never find my way back.
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Faith
I’m certain my cheeks still burn with the embarrassment I felt returning to the club after having the most explosive sex of my life in Jason’s office. I feel certain everyone looking at me knows. Worse, I’m afraid his mother knows and I can’t meet Savannah’s gaze.
Acting as if nothing is wrong, his mother chats with us the entire way home.
Jason sent the bodyguard on his way. Savannah goes on about how much she loves the club, how Tanner told her all the new ideas they’re planning, and how she knows it will be a success.
Slowly, I begin to relax, and as we enter the lobby, I feel boneless and as content as I can feel given the state of my life.
As we enter the beautiful glass and marble lobby, with a doorman in the center, Jason stops short. Savannah gasps. And I look at the tall man who is the cause of their reaction.
“Robert!” Savannah stands in shock, staring at the man who looks as if he’s been waiting for hours. His suit is rumpled, his tie undone, his shirt unbuttoned, and he appears exhausted.
“What do you want, Dad?” Jason steps up to the other man and asks.
Robert looks at his wife. “I want to talk.”
“But Mom doesn’t want to see you.” Jason puts himself between his parents, taking his mother’s side.
Staring at the man, I can see where Jason gets his good looks. He is a true combination of both parents, who are now at a standoff as they look at each other. A glance at Savannah, and the longing in her face is obvious. She still loves her husband.
“This is really between me and your mother, son.” Robert sends a pleading stare to his wife.
“But Mom ran here, so that makes it my business. Now if she wanted to see you, I wouldn’t get involved. But seeing as how she made it clear she wants to be left alone…” Jason lets his voice trail off, his meaning obvious.
I really feel bad for him, a son stuck between both parents, although Jason doesn’t seem torn.
“Can we do this upstairs, please?” He glances at the doorman, who, caught watching, looks down immediately. Then his stare comes to me, a stranger to him.
Jason pulls me close. “She’s with me and she stays. You don’t warrant an introduction,” he mutters. “As for talking, it’s up to Mom.”
Savannah looks shaken but she steps forward. “Five minutes,” she says softly.
We take the elevator up in awkward silence. Jason lets us into the apartment, unsets the alarm, and glances at his mother. “Should I stay or go?” he asks.
“Stay,” his father says, surprising me. “You need to hear this, too.”
“Fine.” Jason’s curt tone tells me all I need to know about his mood.
I squeeze his arm in understanding and comfort. “I’ll go wait in the bedroom.” I start to walk away only to find myself pulled back against his chest, his arms wrapping around my middle. “I want you here.”
Then I’m not leaving.