by E. H. Lyon
I hear the front door slam open. By the time, I move my gaze to the door, Jess is already standing in the kitchen doorway. She is literally breathless like she is still on the high from our fight. Our eyes lock and I know.
I know.
Quickly, I set my beer on the counter, and without a thought we rush to each other and meet in the middle of the kitchen with our lips colliding and hands cupping one another’s face.
I’m not going to think about what this is. We need to hash this out and in this fashion. I also can’t think right now as I want this no matter what logic tells me.
My hands move to her waist and walk her back to the wall where I pin her by her arms. I begin to attack her neck with my mouth, and she counters with her mouth trying to capture mine.
She gasps as she breaks her arms free and begins tugging on my t-shirt, and it quickly finds its way to the floor. My hands reach under her skirt and quickly finds her damp panties that I manage to rip off in one go.
Her hands find my belt as my lips go to her neck. We are a mess of kissing, sucking, and even biting. The way I like it.
A rush of adrenaline flows up my body to my thumping heart. The smooth skin of her neck and the smell of honey mixed with lust makes my head spin. But not enough as I focus on claiming the skin on her neck and shoulders as mine.
She grips my hair and pulls me back to her mouth where I demand entry with my tongue. The sound of our gruff moans fills the room as one of her legs wraps tightly around my waist to press her core against my cock as her arms loop around my neck.
It’s impossible to get enough of each other, but we are trying our damnedest to devour every inch of one another.
“I was so angry at you,” she barely gets out as she unties her halter top. Revealing her black cotton bra. I immediately pull the straps of her bra down, ripping one strap in the process.
My patience is a little low today.
“What happened? We were heading somewhere, Jess, all in,” I remind her before letting my mouth drag between the valley of her breasts.
“You didn’t communicate,” she growls.
I immediately pin her wrists against the wall again. Her body arches into me with strong force, which makes her opening press against my hard bulge that is desperate to be freed. She tries to reach my mouth with hers, but her body is restrained and she can’t reach far enough.
It makes the corner of my lips stretch to a satisfied look. I’m the one in control.
“My intentions were good,” I remind her through grinding teeth. “You want me, don’t you?” I pull her hair gently so she is looking into my eyes. Her eyes flare heat. With my other hand, I bring my fingers to find her soft folds, and she melts into my touch. “I have my answer.”
She jerks under my movement with our eyes holding as I slide my fingers along her slit.
“Promise me no more surprises, Leo.” She is serious as she moves her body in rhythm with my thumb circling her clit.
I speak into the skin of her neck. “No surprises, I promise.” My mouth moves on to the flesh of her breast that is overflowing from her bra. Internally, my brain quickly reminds me of that one last fact that I should probably clue her in on, but I ignore it and focus on her body.
I want her, and I would take her as roughly as she is giving it here in the kitchen. But something flickers into my mind, I don’t want her to quickly run away after we come. I want to fall into bed and lay with her all night.
“Upstairs,” I order as she looks deep into my eyes, then her head nods yes.
She takes my hand, and she guides me up the stairs.
When we are halfway up the stairs, she turns, still holding my hand, and her free hand comes to my chest gently. “We have to be quiet; we can’t wake Sam.”
It makes me crack a grin. “I know that’s hard for you. Trust me, Jess, your mouth will be occupied. Maybe even full.”
Her face flushes, excited.
I scoop her up for the last steps to her bedroom. In the meantime, I’m thinking of the ten ways that I can remove her skirt and what remains of her bra.
When we reach her room, I throw her on the bed, and the remaining elements of clothing come off. And even though I am craving to consume the taste between her legs again, I have no patience. I needed to be in this woman already downstairs.
She moves back on the bed until her head finds the pillows, with her eyes and mine never breaking contact. Her body is already curving to me although I’m not even touching her.
“Condom?”
Nooooo.
“Yeah, because that’s exactly what I thought when I changed clothes earlier. Be sure to carry a condom around the house in case Jess returns hellbent,” I’m sarcastic because of my own stupidity.
“Yes, Leo, that is exactly what you should have thought.” She is half serious and half ironic. Feisty Jess is my weakness.
I still keep my stuff in the guest room and had to replenish the supply. “Need to go to my room—”
“Pull out?” she blurts out, but she’s unsure of herself.
Fuck, that’s a lot of trust.
Sounds amazing. But she really must be eager. Clearly not following her own safe-sex philosophy. But I wouldn’t complain if another accident happened. This isn’t my smartest idea, but smartish last time still got her pregnant…
What the hell? I scold myself. Task at hand, Leo.
I blink at her. Looking at her skeptically, I have to be the sensible one. “You know my swimmers are like kryptonite around you, right?”
She comes to her knees to start attacking me again with her hands and mouth. “Let’s just hope they’re not that determined,” she barely manages to breathe.
“Still snarky.” I kiss her quickly on the mouth and quickly run to my room and back in a record time that would make a teenage version of myself proud. She is lying on the bed watching me.
“Now, Jess, don’t just wait there. Make yourself ready for me,” I request playfully.
Her eyes turn into mini saucers of surprise. But her beautiful mouth opens into a tiny O shape before she nips her bottom lip between her teeth. Jess’s look blazes with lust and my request seems to have turned her on even more as her hand slides to her breast to play with her nipple and her other hand goes between her legs where her finger strokes her bundle of nerves.
She is the image of my fantasies that I have on replay in my hotel room on all my business trips.
“I think I’m already ready.” Her voice sounds sinful. “Like this, you mean?” Her voice is pure sex as she teasingly asks.
“Exactly like that. Jess, you are so hot.”
I crawl on the bed towards her as I hold the condom in my hand. She stops playing and quickly comes to kneeling.
“Allow me?” she requests with a light voice as she grabs the condom.
Watching her rip the wrapper with her fingers is hot. The feeling of her grabbing my cock and sheathing the condom on as her eyes stare into mine may make me delirious.
In a quick movement, I pin her forearms to the bed. My tip finding her entrance, but I am not going to give it to her that easily.
“I need to fuck you so hard,” I warn her softly as I tease her by going slowly in then retreating out of her. Inch by inch. Her warm heat surrounding my length.
“Leo,” she pleads and tilts her hips up, trying to bring me deeper into her.
I go halfway in but stop and look at her face. She knows I am in control and won’t take us further until she begs again.
“Please,” she cries out rather loudly.
I know that satisfied grin is forming on my mouth, it’s exactly what I wanted to hear. “Shh, Jess, we can’t wake our son,” I remind her and tease her all in one, and it makes her grin.
I push fully into her as if she were shaped for me as she cries out in a euphoria of pleasure. Immediately I lean forward and claim her mouth to keep her quiet, as I bring her leg higher towards her ribs. I don’t go gentle inside her. I remember the reason why we en
ded up in her bed tonight.
Her nails clawing my skin as I take her so deep that I swear I hit her womb and she wails, then again on every pump, but it only comes out a mumble as my mouth doesn’t leave hers. It fuses with hers, our sounds mixing into our sweaty frenzy. She returns every lashing of my tongue and every deep kiss with her own.
Her writhing under me until she is quivering from our climax is the only thing I want. And I get it. I get it all.
The feeling of her hair sprawled across my chest is what I like. Stroking her hair, I kiss the top of her head.
“Why did you want us to come up here? I was sure angry sex against a wall is your style,” she asks.
I move us to cage her under me and I see her smirk.
Answering, I tell her, “Having you pinned in bed makes it harder for you to run away after. You’re more inclined to stay as you’re so comfortable in bed.”
“You know, your look is kind of swoon-worthy now and swooning isn’t my style,” she retorts. “But huh, that is kind of sweet.”
“Maybe I am sweet.” It comes out in earnest and my eyes pierce her.
“I guess I never actually saw you in a relationship with anyone, not seriously anyhow. Women, yes, but a serious relationship, no. Plus, I think I have learned…” She bites her lip as she wraps her legs around me. “That as a lover—lucky me—you are a giver.”
“Jess, you really are doing something to my ego,” I grin.
“Well. For the record, I don’t plan on running away. So, feel free to keep me at the wall next time.” She grins and loops her arms around my neck.
“Oh, I will. Might need to even use my belt since I haven’t forgotten your preference over handcuffs. And I will now officially carry a condom around at all hours,” I tease her which makes her face stretch into a wider grin.
After a pause, my fingers tap her back and I decide to turn us to the topic that got us into this crazy day. “Since I am the logical one of us two. Should we talk about why we had the fight?”
Her fingers stroke my face. “We should. Your house purchase is kind of a big deal. But let’s not talk now.”
“Okay. But no more circles, we move forward,” I remind her.
“No more surprises,” she mumbles as she nuzzles into my neck.
That empty dull pain in my stomach flares. I promised her no more surprises. But that was perhaps a lie.
“Jess, there is something I need you to know.”
She adjusts her body so her beautiful eyes peer up to meet my own.
I continue, “I need you to trust me when I say that there is one more little surprise. But I can’t tell you quite yet.”
“What do you mean?” She sounds concerned.
“Something to do with my father.”
“You’re not going away again, are you?” It’s soft, but I hear the slight fear in her voice.
Both my hands immediately grab her head to hold. “No way. I promise you. I’m here for good now. I just need you to trust me on this.”
“Does it affect Sam?” She is asking logical questions.
“Maybe. But not in a bad way. I promise. I’ll tell you when I can.” I kiss her nose as she seems to think about my words.
After a few beats, she slowly nods before holding me tighter to fall asleep.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Leo
Jess appears in the doorway of my office and leans against the frame with a bag in hand. This woman should just become a permanent fixture in my décor, because Jess in a dark red dress that flares out at her knees and black heels will motivate me to do anything.
The last two weeks, we have found a rhythm as parents who are very much together. Hasn’t been easy as I have to travel for work and our child—although great—can be a little beast. I’m on the verge of believing sleep is better than sex.
But when I look at Jess, I know that belief will never reach fruition.
“I figured I have maybe 15 minutes to spare before picking Sam up,” she walks towards me with a knowing look.
Leaning back in my chair, I enjoy the view of her because her look is criminal.
“This is a surprise I like. And sorry, I won’t make it home for dinner tonight,” I add.
“No problem. Actually, I brought you some dinner.” She indicates to the bag in her hand.
Looking at my watch, “I hope there is enough for two humans?” I ask her, hoping she says yes and stays.
“I think there is enough for an army,” Jess places the bag on the table. “But I hope you don’t mind…” She comes to me and moves the chair so I’m right in front of her and easy for her to come straddle me.
My mind doesn’t know how to say no to her anymore.
“I thought maybe we could have dessert first,” she says, and it should be so cliché but her making the initiative is too damn sexy.
Pressing the button on my desk phone, I quickly request, “Molly, can you make sure I have no interruptions for the next 15 minutes,” I say, my eyes locked on Jess and letting my hands and arms wrap around her body.
“So, what is on the menu?” I whisper as her lips come to my neck.
“Well,” it comes out long and sultry. “First, to make it clear that we don’t need to go so slow.” She kisses my neck.
“Were we still negotiating on that?” I say cheekily.
Then she grabs my tie and begins to untie it. “I hope not, because two, you really have a way of infuriating and charming me within seconds.” She is playful and I just sit there letting her take the lead. Inside, celebrating that the last few weeks have paid off. Trying not to sink my mouth into her neck and my hands to touch her everywhere.
“And I feel like there is a three?” I question as she slowly grinds her body down mine until she is kneeling on the floor in front of me. I let a deep exhale escape through my clenched teeth.
“There is,” she tells me slowly, biting her lip and beginning to unbuckle my belt. “Three, you really drive me insane still, but in all the right ways, and I want to show you.” She lets the words roll off the tip of her tongue as she unzips my zipper and her lips find my lower abdomen and work their way down.
This is a good day.
But if she is going to do what she is two seconds away from doing, then this game will end too soon. I grab her arms and pull her up, bringing her to the edge of my desk.
“Going down on me is a really good way to show me. But you are in my office so my rules,” I say dominantly, and the smile that forms on her face is precious. “Lay on the desk,” I order as I unbutton my sleeves and roll them up.
She stands up with a sly smile and obliges as she lies on the desk. Instantly in one quick movement, I pull her hips to the edge of the desk and reach under her dress and she isn’t wearing anything.
“You are very wild today.”
“Or maybe now is the time I tell you that I never wear anything when I come to your office... never have.” She confesses it knowing what it does to me. The thought of her from the very beginning of knowing each other and wanting me sends me into a wild animal mode.
My hands push her thighs open and my head dives between her legs. Instantly, she lets out a sharp moan when my tongue hits her delicious flesh.
I don’t care if Jimmy the intern is sitting outside my door, or if anyone hears, for that matter. I want her now, and I am going to have her first with my tongue and then with my cock.
And I do.
We make it quick, raw, and effective. After we finish with a deep and passionate kiss, we pull away, looking at each other as we re-adjust our clothes.
“What am I going to do with you?”
“I hope a lot.” Her eyes raise. I shake my head as I finish buckling my belt. “I’m happy we finally used your desk for its true purpose,” she adds playfully.
A few minutes later, Jess returns with Sam who she places on the ground to play with some toys. I still have some time before my meeting and thought we could have dinner together.
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�re busy eating Thai food when I ask, “Are you sure you’re okay accompanying me to more work dinners?”
Jess is perfection when she is on my arm at these work events. She charms everyone and she was meant to be my plus-one.
“You mean watching you slay a room in a suit and your hand being a permanent feature on my lower back? Yeah, I don’t mind. Plus, something tells me that’s my future since I’m not getting rid of you,” she assures me.
“Happy to hear, and your dresses are killing me. I needed to take you in the bathroom halfway through the main course the other evening,” I remind her as it was excruciating.
We were having dinner with two other couples who I finalized a deal with, and all I could think about was the journey my fingers were making on Jess’s back, a perfect low-V, and then she very well knew what she was doing when her beautiful globes squeezed together as she leaned into the table when she asked for the salt, and I was done for. We disappeared for a quick session where I took her from behind.
“Mmm, I think I like your business dinners.” She bites her lip with that sultry look of hers.
We finish eating and Jess gathers the toys that I keep in my office in a basket.
“Let’s take Sam to the pumpkin patch this weekend?” I suggest.
Jess laughs at me. “I never would have guessed that sentence would come out of your mouth, but sure, sounds nice actually. But let’s have no illusions, it’s more for us than him. He doesn’t even know what a pumpkin is.”
“I know you want the photos, though.”
“True. A family photo for the living room.”
There is a pause and I wonder if now is the moment to talk to her about the living situation. I bought the house as it’s a good investment, but I haven’t made plans to move in yet. I wanted to see out the ‘three months living with Jess’ rule she originally set and hoped at the end of my fictitious lease that she and Sam would join me at my new place. She keeps avoiding the topic too.
But I can see she now seems in a rush, and my cell is vibrating on the desk with someone I need to answer to, the person I should clue Jess in on.