15. Chapter 15 #2
He wants me to be part of this. It’s so sweet.
He’s so proud and happy and he wants me to share it with him.
It gives me mixed feelings. I love it that he feels like this.
It makes me happy that he’s so happy. But, once again, we’re getting too close.
Too connected. The fact that he has overnight things isn’t the part that bothers me.
I mean, he’s slept here before, and that doesn’t mean anything beyond the fact that he wants to warm my bed for the night.
The part where he wants to share with me the next chapter in his life is the part that scares me.
All the same, I want to go, even though every fiber inside me is screaming no, it’s my heart that’s saying yes.
I ignore the screaming in my head. “Sure. Let me just go get changed.”
“Same here.”
He follows me into the house, up the stairs, to my bedroom, where I step into the ensuite bathroom, and he follows me. “Where do you think you’re going?” I ask with an unapologetic smirk on my face.
“That shower looks big enough for two.” His eyes are hard to read. He’s so goddamn happy I can’t tell if he’s flirting with me or just being playful. “I can use the one in the pool house if you’d rather have privacy.” As he says this, he’s pulling his swim shorts down, revealing his perfect body.
I slit my eyes at him, but they’re warm, and my smile is telling. “Make it quick.”
As I climb in, he’s right behind me, and he grabs the soap bottle off the ledge.
Immediately, he rubs his hands together and slides his hot palms down my back slowly, sudsing me up, but somehow making me feel dirtier.
The soap hits all the right places as I tie my hair up into a bun to avoid getting it wet.
As my hands are over my head, his lips are on my neck. “I thought you said no fucking.”
He speaks against my skin. “I believe I said no fucking in the sauna.”
“Ah.”
My hand reaches back to his cock, which is hardening, and it turns me on instantly. Enveloping his dick, I start to pump him, and he exhales slowly yet heavily in my ear, giving me shivers. “You are a dirty girl.”
“You started it, you dirty boy.”
His soapy hands reach around to my breasts and my nipples bead to his touch.
The soap travels down between my legs and I pull the loofah off the spout and fill it with soap, and then I turn around to face him.
His cock points north as I soap him up, kissing his neck and chest as I cleanse him, and then I suck the tip of his dick, making him moan softly.
I want to suck him so bad, but my sucking must spur him on, as he pushes me gently under the water and lifts my leg so it drapes on his shoulder.
His face goes into my wetness as he sucks the labia apart and then sucks my clit, waking it the fuck up, as if it needed to be awakened.
Hands on my ass, he holds me close for balance, as he sucks my clit, and then licks it expertly, making me climb fast and furious.
It takes seconds for me to come for him and when I do, I try to control the amplified cries inside the shower walls.
His lips travel up my body, sucking my breasts, as he pulls me up, leaning my back on the wall and entering me with ease.
“God, I wanted to fuck you so bad, baby. I couldn’t hold out. ”
“Is that an apology?” I ask breathlessly. “Because, honey, none is required.”
His mouth is on my chest and neck as he pumps me deliciously, making me climb to new heights again.
Cock fully engorged, his thrusts become tighter and tighter as my insides hug him, and we both breathe heavily, our breaths echoing inside the shower.
As he moves his way up my neck, to my ear, he whispers huskily.
“I love fucking you.” Those words, to me, sound very close to ‘I love you’, and together with that sentiment, and with his sultry voice, it throws me over the edge.
I come like wildfire, mewling, moaning, digging my nails into his back, as I feel his cock get impossibly hard.
“Aw, fuck.” He grunts, pulling himself out of me, his come spurting all up my belly, as he rubs his rock-hard shaft on my clit, ensuring that I feel it.
All of it. Our panting is loud, but calms, eventually being drowned out by the sound of the water spraying on us.
“I’ll say it again. Baby, we are dangerous together. ”
“We are.” I say and then take a cleansing breath as he gently helps me lower my legs and get my footing on the floor of the shower.
We finish rinsing off, him guiding the water down my body so caringly, so delicately, like I’m a freshly sprouted flower.
I watch him with awe and wonder if we’re really in as much danger as I feel like we are. If he feels it, too.
He searches my face, like he wants to say something, but he’s stopping himself, and I don’t press. “We should get going before we end up in trouble again.”
“I can be ready in five minutes.”
“Same here.”
In ten minutes, we’re out the door, in his car.
We drive to a large building in a bank of other buildings, and he fishes out the key first for the lobby, since it’s after hours, and then as we go up to the sixteenth floor, he uses the key to get inside the large office space.
It’s gigantic. Large enough for an army of staff.
With offices, a bullpen, a waiting room, a reception area, and a large boardroom.
“Wow. You really are aiming high. This is beautiful.”
“I don’t know how else to aim, Jinny. This is what I’ve always dreamed of.
And remember that I was running the finance department for a multi-billion-dollar firm.
This is a step down from that, but I plan on building my way up, and that’s why I’m having my architect build me a place that kicks ass compared to this. ”
“There was never a moment when I didn’t believe in you, Led.
” He smiles and it reaches his eyes, but there’s something else in them.
I’m terrified to ask. I’m pretty sure that what we have here is on borrowed time.
He knows it. I know it. But we’re both making the best of it.
“So, which one is your office?” I ask, to break up the silence.
“They’re all similar, but I think I’ll take the one that’s closest to the boardroom, since I’ll likely be heading up most of the meetings.”
“Good idea. Are you going to have an HR department?”
“Definitely. I want to hire only the best people. The best team. That’s what Jagger is working towards and that always spells success.”
“I fully agree. How fast do you think you can open up shop?”
“I know for a fact that Jagger’s office furniture supplier owes him a favor, and he keeps Lawson’s signature furniture in the back, on hold.
It’s just a matter of hiring a coordinator to get all that shit put together, while I hire a marketing consultant to deal with driving customers here.
Halen’s got that all under control, with two people ready to start tomorrow, if necessary.
I’ll have some people come by in the morning to start installing phone lines and all that shit and we’re off to the races.
I’m starting tomorrow here personally, and it’ll grow one by one. ”
“You have really thought this out for a while, haven’t you.”
“I have. So, what do you think?” He stretches his arms out for emphasis. The pride is written all over his face.
“I love it. Hell, if I didn’t have a job with Jagger, I’d come work for you.”
That's when he points at me. His face is even as is his tone. “Oh...no, you’re not. That’s where I draw the line.”
I don’t know whether to be offended or what. “Why?”
“Because that’s one of the reasons why I was so miserable working for my brother. I know too many people there. Some I’m related to and some I’m not related to. Degrees of separation are a good thing. I need new blood.
I want to say, ‘and new girls’, but I refrain.
That’s juvenile and stupid, considering that we’re not committed to each other and neither of us wants to be, either.
“Okay, I get it.” I paste on a smile as he walks over to me and kisses my forehead.
It’s the most tender gesture he’s ever shown me, and I’m not sure if he realizes it or not.
“Baby, I wouldn’t hire you even if I’d just met you. You’re too fucking beautiful. I’d never get a goddamn thing done. I’d be too busy fucking you every chance I could get.”
I wrap my arms around his neck. “Nice save, asshole.”
He chuckles. “Come on. Give me a break. You and I could never work together. I need to not see someone forty hours or more a week in order to not hate them. It’s going to take some time for me to not hate my brothers as it is.”
“I said I get it, Led.” I smile. “Besides, I wouldn’t leave unless you took Bowie, too, and what the fuck purpose would she have here.”
“So, we’re in agreement then.”
I kiss his lips. “I guess we are.”
“Do you want to go celebrate?”
“I think we already did that.”
“Okay, I tell you what. We go back to your place and sit in front of the fire.”
“That sounds like a great idea.”
“Good. Because I’m beat after all those laps and sex, and if I’m starting here tomorrow, I need to sleep. There’s a novel idea.”
“What, sleep?”
He nods. “Yes. I don’t get much of that sometimes.”
I swallow, looking down. “Same here.”
And all I do is hope like hell that he doesn’t ask why.