Chapter 30 #2
Knowing I can’t give her any information, I disappear into my office, locking the door behind me as I accept the call. Thirty minutes of conversation about issues that will take me further away from the one person who makes any of this worthwhile.
When I emerge, she’s curled up on the couch pretending to read a design magazine, but there’s stiffness in her shoulders.
“My Aspen headquarters need me.” I can only give her that much, because more would put her in danger. “Travel’s going to pick up again.”
She nods without looking up from her magazine. “Of course it is.”
The disappointment in her voice bruises more than any business betrayal, but before I can figure out how to fix what I’m breaking, she surprises me.
“Do I have a special ringtone?” She glances up with feigned casualness, but there’s something vulnerable in the question.
The shift in mood catches me off guard, and I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face. “Of course you do.”
“What is it?” She bounces up from the couch, suddenly animated as she dances around me with exaggerated curiosity. “Let me hear it.”
I scroll through my phone until I find her unique ring, then hit play. The opening notes of “You Sexy Thing” fill the room, all seventies groove and unashamed appreciation.
She bursts into laughter. “Jax, that song is older than I am!”
“Not by much.” But her words remind me of the fifteen years between us.
“God, you’re ancient.” She’s still giggling, but there’s affection in her teasing that makes my chest tighten.
Before I can retreat behind the walls her comment threatens to build, she launches herself at me. Her arms wind around my neck as she kisses me with passion that erases every doubt, every insecurity, and every reason I have for keeping her at arm’s length.
When we break apart, both breathing hard, she smiles against my lips.
“I love my ringtone.” She slides down me, then leads me to the bedroom.
As soon as we step inside, I slam her against the wall, my mouth crashing onto hers.
“About fucking time,” she mutters, her hands already tugging at my shirt.
She tears it off, ripping my belt away seconds later. She works my zipper down and strokes my cock. I take her in a delicious kiss, tasting her and devouring her as my hands roam her body.
“More.” Her nails scrape my back.
“You want more?” I growl, hiking up her dress.
My fingers dig into her ass and lift her. She wraps her legs around me, pulling me closer.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers, her breath hot in my ear.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” I carry her to the bed and lay her down.
But I can’t slow down. I tear at her clothes, exposing her skin. Her breasts heave as she pants, her nipples hard and begging for my touch. I lean down, taking one into my mouth, sucking and biting.
“Yes,” she hisses, her body arching into me.
“Like that?”
“Don’t talk.” Her hands tangle in my hair, holding me to her. “Just feel.”
I trail kisses down her stomach and spread her thighs wide. I peek up at her, noting the raw desire in her eyes.
“I need you.” Her voice is a plea.
I dive in, my tongue sliding along her slit, tasting her. I find her clit, sucking and licking. I slide my fingers into her, pumping in and out.
She bucks her hips as she rides my face. Her breath comes in short gasps.
“Keep doing that.” Her body trembles on the edge.
“This?” I curl my fingers inside her, hitting that sweet spot.
“Yes!” She nearly convulses.
My beard is slick with her juices when I pull away. I stand and shove my pants off. My cock springs free. I stroke it, staring at her splayed out on the bed waiting for me.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Livianna.”
“Come here.”
I climb on top of her, my body covering hers. I enter her slowly, inch by inch, until I’m fully buried deep inside her. We both moan, our breaths mingling and our hearts pounding.
“Fuck, Livianna. You’re so damn perfect.”
“You feel so good.” She groans as her hips grind against me.
“Tell me what you want.”
“Harder,” she demands, her voice breathless.
I start to thrust. My hips meet hers, and our bodies slap together. I lean down and kiss her, my tongue mimicking the movements of my hips. She wraps her legs around me.
Her heels dig into my ass, urging me deeper. “Harder, please.”
“Anything you want,” I grunt and oblige her.
My movements become everything she desires. I flip us over so she’s on top. She pushes down, rocking over me, her tits bouncing with her rhythm.
I grab her hips, helping her glide over me. Our bodies joined in fiery passion.
She leans back with her hands on my thighs, riding me faster. I reach up, grab her breasts, and squeeze and pinch her nipples.
“I’m close,” she pants, her body tensing, her rocking going wild.
“Me too. Do I need to pull out?”
“No. We’re safe.”
“Good. Now I want you to come for me.” My voice, a low growl. I flip her back over, bring her ankles over my shoulders, and get on my knees. “God, you’re gorgeous.”
“And you’re an absolute god.”
I pound into her, and she groans in appreciation. “Let me watch you come.”
I reach between us and find her clit. I rub it, never stopping my frantic mission.
“Come with me.” My orgasm builds.
“Yes!” Her body stills, and her pleasure washes over her.
I push in deeper. My own release follows hers, my cum pouring into her.
I collapse on top of her with our bodies spent and our breaths slowly returning to normal. I take a minute to hold her, drawing in one last breath of her spicy yet warm perfume.
She changed it from her flowers-and-powder scent when she launched Lehlani Rose Designs, saying she’s matured and wanted to move forward as a bold adult, not some soft child.
“Stay with me,” she whispers. She wraps her arms around me, keeping me close.
I roll off her and pull her to my side. Our bodies remain touching, and our hearts pound in sync.
“Forever.” I kiss the top of her head.
The word slipped out of my mouth, but I don’t regret it. And that’s where the trouble starts.