Without giving her warning, he rolled off her and rose to his feet.
“What are you doing?” She sounded panicked at the thought of him stopping, and he chuckled, grasping her legs and pulling her to the end of the bed.
He lowered himself to his knees. “I’m getting comfortable,” he said, and spread her legs wide before settling himself between them. Then, dipping his head, he slid his tongue along her slit and was rewarded with her prolonged moan.
She tasted delicious, and he continued his assault, licking around her folds and teasing her everywhere but where she needed his touch the most. He held her open and dipped his tongue inside her, keeping her legs wide with his hands. Her soft sighs and moans had him pulsing hard, dying to plunge into her and give them both relief.
But first he intended to make her come.
Switching his focus to her clit, he sucked on the tiny bud, and she began writhing on the bed. Never alleviating the pressure, he slipped one finger inside her and began pumping it in and out, her slick walls coating him in her juices, her warmth clasping around him.
“Oh, God.” She arched her back, her hips lifting against his mouth, and he inserted a second finger, thrusting faster, the pads of his fingers finding the sweet spot inside her.
He rubbed there and she detonated, coming apart, grinding herself against his face, calling his name.
* * *
Jordan struggled to catch her breath as Linc eased up on the bed and helped her slide to the center of the mattress. Tremors still rippled through her, and from the heated look in his eyes, they weren’t finished. Which was a good thing, because as hot as her orgasm had been, she still felt empty and needed him inside her.
He lifted himself over her, his erection hot and hard. Enticing. She spread her legs and he nudged against her. She was wet and he’d slide in easily. Except … “Condoms,” she said, meeting his gaze.
He stilled. “Shit.” He dipped his head and groaned. “I didn’t come here expecting to … expecting this.”
She swallowed hard. She couldn’t believe they’d come this far, and she had a feeling they wouldn’t be doing this again. If she let him go now, she’d go home with a whole host of regrets and what-could-have-beens. She’d lose the opportunity to experience one time with Linc.
“I’m not on birth control,” she said. “It wasn’t good with my migraines.”
“It wouldn’t matter because I won’t skip condoms. Not after what my father did.”
Getting his secretary pregnant. She got it. When she’d become pregnant, she’d been careless. She’d been trying the pill, but she’d had a migraine and skipped a day.
“Let me check my Dopp kit.” He climbed off the bed, and she watched him go, his firm ass a sight to behold.
When he returned, triumph lit his expression, and he held a foil packet between his fingers. “Success!”
She blew out a relieved breath.
He ripped open the older-looking wrapper, pulled out the condom, and rolled it over his still-solid erection.
Finally he came back, his cock poised at her entrance, and looking at his handsome face had desire pulsing through her again.
“Ready?” he asked, a sexy grin on his face.
“God, yes.” She drew up her legs at the same time he thrust hard and deep, filling her completely.
She groaned at the invasion, stars flashing behind her eyelids as she took all of him and adjusted to his size. “God, you feel good.”
She hadn’t realized how much she needed him just like this. Pulsing inside her, and she wanted to remember him after this was over. She needed him to take her hard. To make her his. At least this once.
“Fucking perfection,” he said, as he withdrew and slid back, testing her wetness.
“I’m good,” she assured him. “And I won’t break.”
His eyes glittered with desire, and he treated her to a brief nod, a sensual smile, and then he began to take her in earnest, pounding into her in a way no man had ever done before.
She raised her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust, wrapping her legs around his waist, and letting him take control, something he was exceptionally good at doing. And he was so good at finding the right spot inside her. Nobody had ever made her come this way. It always took work, more than most men were willing to put in.
Not Linc. Somehow he knew her body already. His strong arms held his upper body as his hips did the work, thrusting into her, taking her, consuming her. With every plunge, his pubic bone ground into her clit and brought her higher and closer to completion. She shut her eyes and gave herself up to sensation. The feel of him overpowering her was heady.
She wasn’t prepared when he slid his hand between their lower bodies and pressed his finger against her clit. She gasped and cried out, shocking herself with the sound.
“Oh, God, Linc!”
“Yes,” he ground out. “Again. I need to hear you say my name when you come.” The pad of his finger rubbed against her, and when she couldn’t take another second, he thrust back in, hitting her G-spot and sending her soaring.
“Linc!” She shattered into a million pieces, glorious waves of sensation overtaking her, her orgasm going on and on.
Above her, he pounded into her, seeking his own release, and when he came, he took her up and over once more.
Suddenly he stilled, the sound of his low, guttural groan bringing her back to herself as he collapsed on top of her, his breath labored in her ear.
She wasn’t sure how long he remained there, his big body covering hers while they each attempted to catch their breath. Finally he rolled off her, and she felt the loss as he pulled out, and suddenly reality came crashing back.
She’d slept with Linc. Her boss. Her best friend. Her everything. She closed her eyes and tried to pull herself together, searching desperately for the best way to handle things between them now.
What could she say? Thanks for the best sex ever, no other man will ever compete with how you made me feel, but this can never happen again?
She winced.
The thought of never experiencing such a sense of overwhelming completeness hit her hard, but what choice did she have? Nothing fundamental between them had changed. He was Linc Kingston, real estate mogul and a man of immense wealth and privilege, and she was his assistant.
She was also his best friend and he was hers, and she didn’t want to lose their connection. He’d never had a long-term, serious relationship before. Not one he’d mentioned, anyway.
He typically steered clear of entanglements, and if he ever married, Jordan wouldn’t be the woman he chose. Her stomach cramped at the thought of their friendship changing because he found someone he loved, and she pushed aside the painful possibility. With all those thoughts circling around and around in her brain, she was making herself dizzy with anxiety.
Beside her, he removed the condom, wrapped it in a tissue he’d grabbed from the side of the bed, and placed it on the nightstand.
Way before she was ready to face him, he met her gaze.
“That was incredible,” she blurted out first and wished she could snatch the words back. Talk about awkward.
He reached out and caressed her cheek. “It sure as hell was.”
Relief washed over her at his words, and she leaned into the comforting feel of his touch.
“But you know it can’t happen again,” he said, his voice gruff.
She blinked at the unexpected words, swallowing the lump in her throat. Although she’d had the same sentiment going through her mind a few seconds before, hearing him say it crushed her anyway.
She drew in a deep breath and let it out before answering. “Don’t worry. I’m not the type to confuse sex with something more.”
The bed still smelled of them, and she couldn’t lie by his side and stare at him any longer. Turning, she slid off the mattress, bending to grab her robe from the floor.
After wrapping the heavy material around herself, she forced herself to look at him. “W
e’re good,” she assured him, hoping saying the words out loud would make them true.
“You sure?” he asked, concern in both his voice and his expression.
She nodded. He’d stretched out on the mattress, and his gorgeous face and muscled body had arousal rising once more.
Nope. Not going to happen.
Shower time, she thought, and walked away, closing herself in the bathroom and locking the door behind her.
* * *
Son of a bitch. What had he been thinking? Linc thought in disgust. The answer was clear. He hadn’t been. One look at Jordan, her defenses down from sleep, looking so beautiful, the robe gaping and revealing her gorgeous body, and all rational thought fled. Gone was the man who’d been able to keep their relationship strictly in the friend zone. In its place was a heady desire he hadn’t been able to fight.
He knew they were in agreement about where things stood. Their professional relationship and friendship were more important than sexual need. But he hadn’t anticipated how good she would feel when he entered her. How perfect her body would mold to his, clasping him in tight, wet heat, cushioning his dick like she was made just for him.
Worse, he hadn’t counted on the rush of emotion that had filled him, either. He wasn’t supposed to have those kinds of feelings for his best friend.
Linc’s views on life and love were complicated. They’d started with his parents, who, to hear his mother tell it, had begun their courtship with love before things had gone wrong. Next came an experience in college that had left Linc bitter and feeling used. And now, becoming aware of his father’s affairs and discovering a half-sister courtesy of his dad’s cheating with his secretary… Linc shook his head. He was wary of it all.
He’d learned not to believe in the word love. To keep to himself except for the occasional need for release or a date to a party. And above all, he counted on his friendship with Jordan. He didn’t want anything to mess with their relationship, especially sex. No matter how intense the act between them had been. He hoped he hadn’t hurt her feelings by saying they couldn’t sleep together again.
He’d have a hard enough time living with his pronouncement.
Chapter Four
Pretending yesterday hadn’t happened wasn’t easy. After Jordan’s escape, Linc had disappeared into his room for a shower of his own. They met up in the sitting area, both dressed and ready to go for dinner as he’d mentioned. They went downstairs to Mr. Chow, where they ate their meal in uncomfortable silence. Never before had she experienced awkwardness around Linc, and it hurt.
Before she left her room for dinner, she’d called housekeeping and asked for her sheets and bedding to be changed prior to her return. She had no desire to torture herself with Linc’s scent while she tried to sleep. As it was, sleep hadn’t come easily, memories of Linc inside her and their time together torturing her over and over.
She didn’t know what today had in store, but she dressed for the Florida heat, putting on a sundress and a pair of strappy sandals. Before she headed to face Linc, she glanced out at the beautiful water and took solace in the deep blue crashing waves. She wished she could dive into the water and swim home. At least she wouldn’t have to deal with the morning after full of tense energy. But she couldn’t. And she wasn’t a coward.
Drawing a deep breath, she walked into the other room, determined to start the day off on a positive note. Linc stood facing the ocean, taking in the same view she’d been enjoying. He wore a pair of fitted jeans and a black shirt with white piping on the sleeves.
“Good morning. Please tell me there’s coffee here already? I could really use some,” she said in a forced happy tone.
He turned to face her and treated her to the same strained smile. “There is, along with yogurt and muffins. Your favorite.” He gestured to the food on the table in the corner.
“Perfect.” She strode over to the coffeepot and poured herself a cup, adding milk and sugar.
“How did you sleep?” he asked, concern in his voice.
“Like a baby,” she lied, taking a sip. “You?”
He shrugged. “Just fine.”
She took another drink of her coffee and the tang was delicious. “Mmm.” Those first few sips were always satisfying, and she closed her eyes and moaned.
When she opened them again, Linc was staring, his hot gaze one she recognized from yesterday, when he hovered over her naked body, his erection grazing her sex. She swallowed another sigh that would sound much more erotic than the coffee-driven one.
“What are we doing today?” she asked instead, cup in hand.
“I’m hoping to hear from Austin Prescott.” He shoved his hands into his front pants pocket. “Maybe he’ll be decent and talk to Aurora quickly since I flew down here to meet her.”
But Austin didn’t call.
Jordan spent the day by the pool, Linc reluctantly joining her. He wasn’t the type who liked to remain idle, and he definitely didn’t appreciate being forced to wait when he wanted something. And he wanted to see his sister now.
They didn’t talk much during the day, and Jordan hoped as time passed normalcy would return. Their clothing didn’t help, she in a bikini, he in bathing trunks, his bare chest exposed.
His muscular body grew more tanned as the day went on. She couldn’t stop staring, nor did she want to. But she had to admit he did a damned good job of keeping his eyes off of her. And she hated it.
By the time the long day ended and they made their way upstairs to the suite, he was grumbling under his breath.
“Stay calm. Austin will call soon. I’m sure he needs to break the news to Aurora in the right way,” she said.
The elevator doors opened and they stepped into the hall. Only two doors were on this penthouse floor, and they approached their suite.
“Yeah, but you’d think the arrogant bastard would know I’m waiting. This isn’t some business deal where you play chicken and see who blinks first. This is people’s lives.” Linc placed the key card in front of the reader and moved it around. When it didn’t work, he tried again. “Son of a bitch!” His raised voice echoed in the hall.
She took her key from her pool bag and turned the correct side toward the reader, and it flashed green immediately. Without a word, he pushed the door open and held it to let her inside.
Instead of listening to him complain or watching him brood, Jordan headed straight for her room and took a shower, washing the sunscreen off her body and shampooing her hair. She deliberately let the conditioner sit for a while, taking her time. Finally she stepped out and dried off, rubbing moisturizer over her arms, chest, and legs.
Since she didn’t know their plans yet, she pulled her damp hair back with a headband, slipped on a tank dress, and headed to the sitting room to find Linc pacing the floor, already showered.
Hair damp and slicked back from his face, his tanned skin and the light scruff of beard he left made her heart jump. Stupid. He was her boss and her friend. She had to forget last night.
“Hey.” She walked over to him.
“Hi.” His eyes raked over her briefly before catching himself and focusing on her face.
Ignoring her pounding pulse, she asked, “Are you hungry? We could order up, you know, in case Austin calls.”
He nodded. “Good idea.”
“Okay, what are you in the mood for?”
Before he could answer, the phone in his pocket rang. He raised an eyebrow and pulled his cell out, glancing at the screen and nodding at her.
He answered the call. “Hello? Austin? Good to finally hear from you.”
Jordan shot Linc a pointed look and shook her head, silently telling him to be nice to the man.
He listened and began to pace the floor. “Yes,” he said, then more listening. “She’s what?” He came to a halt mid-stride. “And you didn’t think to mention it yesterday?”
Linc ran an agitated hand through his hair while Jordan wondered what had him so upset.
“Okay. Yes. Of
course I won’t judge her. Jesus. You just took me off guard. I know how to handle myself,” he said, getting worked up again because Austin seemed to assume Linc would be a jerk to his new sister.
“And she knows my father … her father passed away?” he asked, then nodded. “Good. When can I see her?” Silence and then, “I’ll be there in thirty minutes. Text me the address,” he said and paused. “And thank you. I appreciate it.” He disconnected the call and let out a low groan.
Unable to ignore his distress, she walked over and put a hand on his shoulder. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
He turned to face her. “Aurora is pregnant.”
Jordan blinked, surprise filling her. “Isn’t she only nineteen?” She felt for the young girl, knowing what being pregnant and alone felt like. But she’d had Linc … and now so would Aurora.
“Yes. Austin wanted to prepare me before I saw her. Apparently he worried I’d say something to upset or hurt her. Like I’m an asshole,” Linc muttered.
“He’s looking out for her. Isn’t it good that Austin has her best interest at heart?”
He nodded. “It’s just hard to deal with the guy. He’s got an attitude.”
She couldn’t control the smirk lifting her lips. “And you don’t?”
He let out a laugh, his first since sometime yesterday, breaking the lingering tension. “You’re right. I should be grateful to the man and his family.”
“What did he say about thirty minutes? Will she see you now?” she asked.
“Yes, and we have to get ready. It’s a twenty-minute car ride from here.”
He sounded excited and she was happy for him, but she was about to deflate his high. “Linc, this is a big deal. I think you need to see Aurora alone and not overwhelm her with people. I can meet her the next time you get together.”
He stilled, his surprise obvious. “What? Why? Aren’t you here to be my backup? Or is this because of last night? I thought we were fine. I want you to come with me.”
Of course it was about last night. She’d spent the day reminding herself of the reasons they needed to go back to the way things had been between them before sex. And going with him now, making herself seem like she was a part of his family when she met his sister wasn’t a good idea. But Jordan had also meant what she said about not overwhelming the young woman.
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