He walked over to me showing off his masterpiece body. An absolute guilty pleasure and delight, I’d allowed myself to indulge on. Several times.
This painting was supposed to be his but I’d decided to keep it for myself. He just didn’t know that part yet.
I’d painted him sitting on my bed with his hair ruffled and the desire in his eyes.
I wanted to remember him like that.
I wanted to remember us like this.
That sounded so doom-filled, like I was preparing for something bad to happen, but I kind of was.
I didn’t know what we were.
That was a fact. I didn’t know what we were or what this night meant.
He kissed my neck and started massaging my breasts again through my tank top.
“Come on let me play with you. Your tits look good in this top.” He started tweaking my nipples but I swatted his hands away. I hadn’t failed to notice his obsession with my breasts and I definitely didn’t mind it.
Unlike the way I would complain if I saw a man looking at my breasts I loved it, and did everything I could to get him to play with me. Just not while I was trying to finish up my painting.
“I’m not finished.” I giggled, backing away playfully.
“It looks fine. I’ll put it in my living room.”
“This one is mine.”
“What?” He gasped and reached for me, grabbing my waist to pull me to his chest. I started laughing and tried to pull away. “You tricked me.”
“No, it wasn’t a trick. I decided to keep it and do another for you. That way you can come back and get it.”
He carried me away from the easel and set me down on the edge of the bed, crouching down then looking back to me.
“You think I need a reason to come here?” He cocked his head to the side.
“I’m giving you a reason. There’s no harm in having something ready as an excuse.”
He glanced back at the painting and smirked. “Your dad’s going to lose his shit when he sees that.”
“Do you care?”
“No, but you might, baby.”
“I don’t. I don’t care. Sounds like you care a little though.”
“I don’t but he may kill me when he sees that painting. Why the hell did you make my dick look so big?”
“Because it is?” I started laughing.
“Okay, so the only way he’s gonna know you know that is because you saw it.”
“Oh my gosh, you do care.” I burst out laughing.
He ran his fingers over my thighs and settled by the crook of my waist.
A sexy, cat-got-the-canary smile danced on his lips.
“Baby, I don’t care. What I care about is him with his shit stopping me from seeing you. The less shit I have to deal with the better.”
That made it sound like he wanted to keep seeing me. I stared at him, not answering, just looking.
It was that weird time again, during the early hours of the morning. It was way past the time I’d normally retire to bed. I wasn’t as tired as the last time when I’d just conked out.
I did wonder though if sleep would take him away from me.
“What? What are you thinking?” He prodded and tweaked my nose playfully.
“What you just said. Sounds like you want to see me more than just for one night, or two.”
The playful smirk receded from his face. “Maybe I do, but I… shouldn’t…”
“Why? Because I’m the boss’s daughter?” He wouldn’t care about that. I thought he might the other day. Not so much now.
“No,” he answered, confirming my thoughts.
“Then why shouldn’t you? Because we’ve known each other for a little over two weeks and look at us?” I smiled.
God, I couldn’t believe it was so little time.
“That’s one reason.”
I ran my fingers over the sharp chisel of his jaw deciding on whether I should continue to press the issue.
I wasn’t stupid. I was used to the world of men and knew the worst thing you could do was push, and press an issue when it was vague.
He was being vague and I was sure he had his reasons. It didn’t mean I liked it but I liked us right now.
“It’s okay. I’m not prying.” I nodded. “This part is nice. Thanks for coming over and seeing me. My father is not the easiest person to deal with.”
I thought I’d say that because it was true. I was certain Pa would have at least had his questions if Xander asked if he could come and see me. Pa hadn’t said anything to me about him but I knew he knew something was going on between us.
“He’s not going to stop me from seeing you, Jia. Maybe I’ve just jumped on the crazy train wanting to protect you and I don’t trust anyone else to do it but me.”
That was sweet and explained his behavior earlier.
“It’s nice being protected by you.” I gave him a one-shoulder sassy shrug. “I like the other things that we do too when you’re protecting me.”
“Yeah, like this?”
He reached up and ran his fingers over my right breast, moving slowly over the nipple that hardened to his touch.
“I really like that.” I pushed into the touch and he started squeezing.
“But that feels more fun for me. You allowing me to touch you and suck your tits.”
He squeezed harder and I decided to spice things up a little by taking off my top. My breasts bobbled invitingly toward him, my nipples puckered, begging to be sucked.
I shook my head at him and smiled. “Trust me, it’s me who has more fun.”
He obliged by closing his mouth over my right nipple and sucking.
That was it, all it took to send me over the edge again.
We ended up in my bed seconds later, him buried to the hilt deep inside me.
Then it was like we went crazy on each other. Completely crazy.
Lost to the throes of passion, no longer caring.
I never even heard the door open until it was too late.
Usually I was able to hear the front door open because I listened out for it so much with the guys always around.
Not today though.
It wasn’t until the heavy footstep sounded against the floor board that I saw Pa.
Xander saw him too and moved off me. He’d been balls deep inside me telling me how hard he was going to fuck me. Then we saw Pa.
I couldn’t even talk, or respond. Shock robbed me of doing anything but covering myself.
“Get your fucking clothes on. I need you for a job,” Pa snarled at Xander. He wouldn’t look at me. He kept his gaze on Xander, giving him fiery daggers of disapproval.
At least he had the decency to leave us so Xander could get changed properly.
Pa practically slammed the door shut.
“Fuck,” Xander breathed and looked to me.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know he was coming.” I shook my head. Pa had never, ever done something like that before. And what would he do now?
Would he fire Xander?
“Don’t apologize.”
“I am sorry.”
He stopped my next words with a quick kiss. “Jia don’t apologize.”
“What if he fires you and I never see you again?”
“No.”
“He could.”
“55 River View Heights,” he said backing off the bed.