“It’s like a freaking juicy shelf attached to his back.” The girls laugh. “And it’s tight, really freaking tight. And I’m going to tell you this, watching him shower should be a sin. He’s such a specimen. Rippled abs, thick pecs, and ass that pops like Jennifer Lopez. I can’t keep my hands off him.”
“And let me guess,” Lindsay says, sounding jealous but also happy for me at the same time—if that makes sense, “he cuddles you afterwards, strokes your hair, and continuously whispers in your ear how beautiful you are.”
A slow smile perks up on my face.
“Every. Time.”
“Ugh, I need a Jason.”
Emory smiles gently and places her hand on mine. “So what does this mean? You really like him?”
I nod. “I do, I like him a lot. And not only for the great sex, but because he appreciates me and doesn’t want me to change. He likes how I can get angry at the drop of a hat. He enjoys watching me work until the late hours of the night because he understands drive and goals. He’s there for me, even if I come home late and all he gets to do is hold me. And on those off days, when we get to spend time together, he makes me forget about everything stressful happening in my life, every last taxing piece of it, and helps me relax. I know it’s been quick, but I honestly can say this without hesitation, I’m falling for the man.”
“Oh my God,” Emory squeals.
“I think I might cry,” Lindsay says.
Clearing her throat, Milly says, “He’s a really good man, and has one of the prettiest swings in baseball.”
We all pause and then laugh together, because Milly is so . . . Milly, and it’s why we love her.
“There’s my girl,” Jason says as I walk through the door.
Like every other day, he swoops into the entryway of my apartment and brings me into his embrace.
He grips the back of my head and places a searing kiss on my lips before pulling me into a hug and kissing the side of my head. Sweet and demanding simultaneously. I haven’t even set my purse down before he already has me wired up and ready to go.
“How was work?”
“The same,” I answer, taking my heels off and setting my purse down. I leave them in the entryway. I’ll take care of them later. I untuck my merlot-colored blouse and then unzip my skirt, letting that fall to the floor as well. In seconds, I’m like the father from The Goldbergs the minute he walks through the door.
“It’s so hot when you do that.” Jason’s eyes fill with lust as he takes his hand in mine and leads me to the couch. “Dinner is still in the oven.”
“Smells amazing.”
He takes a seat on the couch and then pulls me on top of him. He’s in nothing but a pair of athletic shorts, just the way I like him, his chest exposed for my staring and touching purposes.
I get comfortable, and his hands immediately go to my bare ass. He gingerly strokes each globe before his fingers start toying with my thong.
“I missed you today. You weren’t a very good texter.”
“I was not about to sext with you while having a meeting with our board of directors.”
“But where’s the fun in that? That’s what being adventurous is all about. Getting wet and turned on when you shouldn’t be.”
“And then what?” I ask him, drawing circles on his chest. “I’m horny for the rest of the day?”
“No, that’s when you call your man to your office so he can take care of your needs.”
“Ohhh, I see. You want office sex.”
“Doesn’t everyone?” He grips my sides and shifts me so I can feel his already hardening erection. This man’s virility is unbelievable. “Think about it. You bent over your desk, me behind you.” He rubs me up and down and I let him, because even though we had shower sex this morning, I still want him. I don’t think I’ll ever stop wanting him. “Making you beg for my cock until you fall apart with desperation.” Yup, I want this. I pick up the pace, letting my arousal lead the way as I dry-hump his cock. “And even when you’re on the verge of tears, begging me to fuck you, I’d still wait. I’d wait until I felt like you’d completely break, and then I’d fuck you from behind.”
“Jesus, Jason.” That’s one thing I overlooked with the girls. The dirty talk. The man drives me wild with every word that leaves his sensual lips. I reach up and undo the buttons of my shirt, letting it fall to the side, and then I undo my bra, watching as Jason’s green eyes turn a shade darker. His hands fall to my breasts where he brings them to his mouth and starts sucking. My head falls back, my hair dancing across my back, as this passionate man begins to own my body once again.
I slow down my hips to a torturous pace, and it doesn’t take Jason long to get sick of it because he tosses me to the side of the couch, shucks his shorts, and tears my thong off me. Determination and heat build right before he descends on me. He lifts one of my legs to the back of the couch and then spreads the other to the floor—thank God, I’m flexible.
Hands on my hips, he presses his cock to my entrance and then fully inserts himself. He slides in with ease from how turned on I am.
He grumbles something to himself and then starts rocking his hips, holding me down so firmly I have nothing to do but give in to the sheer force behind his body.
I grip the arm of the couch and hold on as Jason takes over.
“You’re so fucking tight, so fucking perfect.” Sweat beads at his brow from his exertion, from his controlled movements. I know he wants it harder—and he’s given it to me harder before, shaking my bed around on the floor—but when we have sex first thing after work, he seems to hold back, as if to give me a second to breathe. I appreciate it, but not this time. I want all of him.
“Harder,” I say, causing his brows to narrow and his hips to still. “Wh-what are you doing?” I ask, looking up at him.
“Let’s get one thing straight, Dottie. You might be the boss in the boardroom, but you’re sure as hell not the boss in the bedroom. Got it?”
I should be startled, shocked even, but I’m not, because this is Jason, this is his kingdom and I’ve given over to it. I trust him enough to rule our lives in the bedroom, to take over and be in charge of our pleasure. I never knew that choosing submission could be so freeing. Allowing him to use and tantalize my body to his heart’s content. Lindsay was right. I’m a lucky, lucky girl.
Nodding, I say, “Yes, got it.”
“Good.” He starts moving his hips again, but this time, he goes at a snail’s pace. “Trust that I know what you need, Dottie. Trust that in the moment, I can not only feel your desire, but I can read it as well.” He starts to pump a little harder. “Know that I don’t just fuck you, but I read your body, I watch how tight your nipples get, I wait for the moment you bite down on your lips right before your pussy clenches around my thick cock. I know the pattern of your breathing, the arch of your back before you come, and the sounds you make right before you hit that precipice.”
My body climbs toward my orgasm with his every word, his every stroke.
“Trust that I know how to not only fuck you but pleasure you so every other man is worthless to you.”