Reaching down, she caressed his cock through his jeans. His response was immediate, his hands gripping the arms of the chair and his hips moving in sync with each stroke of her hand. Slipping from his lap, Jaden slid down his legs and onto her knees as she placed her wine beside his on the table. She shivered with anticipation as she ran her hands up and down his thighs and across the prominent bulge in his pants. Batting her eyelashes, she unbuttoned his jeans and slowly dragged down his zipper. “Why, doctor! Going commando, are we? I’m shocked…and pleased.”
A slow smirk played on his lips. “I aim to please.”
Jaden reached into his jeans and held him firmly in her hands. “Impressive.”
Ivan swallowed hard and reached down to brush the stray hair from her brow. “You’re killing me here, Jaden.”
Her eyes flickered down to his fully erect cock in her hands and then back to his before she took every luscious inch of him into her mouth. Ivan trembled and began to rock with each downward stroke of her mouth. Jaden took her time, working his cock up and down, her hands grasping the base of his shaft as she took him even deeper down her throat. The salty taste of pre-cum spread across the back of her tongue, and she knew he was close. Wordlessly, she released her grip on him and stood up.
Jaden retrieved her bag and headed for the bathroom, leaving Ivan in the chair, high, dry, and begging for more.
“Heeeyyy!” he protested.
“I’ll be right back,” she called over her shoulder as she slinked away. “And refill our wine while I’m gone.”
Once she’d closed the bathroom door, Jaden quickly changed into her secret weapon, purchased on Lincoln. After a few moments Ivan seemed to have recovered enough to move. She heard him shuffling through assorted music selections and gave a smile when an Al Green number floated through the air. Definitely time for dessert.
Jaden adjusted her minimal ensemble and smoothed her hair, but as she turned to make her grand entrance, she suddenly paused with her hand on the doorknob. This wasn’t the first time she and Ivan had been intimate, so why did she feel so nervous? Carefully, she sat on the edge of the tub. Maybe there was a lot more riding on it now. They’d just spent the past two hours pouring their hearts out to each other. But that was a good thing.
As her mind raced, she distracted herself with a quick snoop through Ivan’s bathroom. Towels under the sink--nice ones too. No prescriptions in the medicine cabinet, just some ginseng and, whoa, a lot of vitamins. Willing herself to stop, Jaden still couldn’t resist the cobalt blue bottle next to the sink. She removed the silver top and ooooohh, there it was—the elusive ingredient in Ivan’s unmistakable, signature scent: Polo Blue. She sprayed a little onto her skin and indulged in the smell. Immediately she imagined his warm arms and scent surrounding her. Taking a deep, calming breath, Jaden stood, took one last look in the mirror, opened the door, and stepped out into the hall.
With the lights dimmed and the sultry sound of Marvin Gaye now drifting through the air, Jaden looked across the room to find Ivan lazing on the sofa and looking at her admiringly, as if he’d just won the lottery. Passion, need, and most importantly, affection, were reflected in the depths of his soulful brown eyes. Her momentary jitters gone, Jaden sauntered toward him, drinking in the sight of him as she closed the distance. She knew he liked what he saw, and she felt unbelievably sexy and uninhibited. Stopping just out of reach, she turned around to give him a full rear view of her new lingerie.
“So,” Jaden whispered over her shoulder, “what do you think, Dr. Ivan? Do I need any work done?” She bent over slightly, revealing the outline of her black satin thong beneath the lacy garter. Before she could turn around to face him, Ivan was at her back, pressing against her, his stiff cock digging into the small of her back.
“I told you, Ms. Thorne, I need a better look before I can make my diagnosis,” he whispered in her ear as he reached between them and unclasped her bra. His fingers grazed her skin as he slid the straps off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground at their feet.
Brushing a tendril of inky hair aside, he laid a kiss on the back of her shoulder. She trembled at his touch. “Hmm…reflexes are just fine,” he murmured, trailing his lips tenderly across her back as his hands found her breasts. Jaden felt herself grow taut as he plucked and teased her nipples. Turning her around, Ivan pinned Jaden to the wall and placed his hands on either side of her. His mouth swiftly found hers, his tongue strong and sure as it dove into her mouth and stole the very breath from her chest.
Jaden’s legs gave out from the power of his kiss, and she collapsed into his arms, their bodies melding into one as she surrendered to him. Their tongues danced, darting in and out as Ivan drove her half mad with need. He left her fighting for breath when he finally pulled away.
Lowering his head, Ivan’s mouth now found her breast and drew in her nipple, suckling and laving until Jaden writhed. Just when she could take no more, Ivan swept her into his arms and carried her the length of the hall to his bedroom, placing her gently at the foot of the bed.
Jaden silently slid to her knees, then looked up with a cocky smile as her hands found the button on his jeans. “Well, doc, what’s your diagnosis so far?” she whispered as she lowered the zipper and pulled his jeans to his ankles. Not waiting for his answer, she took the length of him in her hands and slowly brought him to her mouth once again. Now she would finish what she’d started. But before she could, Ivan gripped her arms and raised her from the ground. She could see a primal need in his eyes, a need that called to something within her, soaking the thin strip of satin between her legs.
“There’s time for that later,” he growled. “Right now I just need you.” Ivan turned her to face the bed, and his voice was hoarse as he ordered her to lie down. Obediently, Jaden lay flat on her stomach, her hands propped under her chin as Ivan sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off his jeans. With achingly slow movements, he unclasped one of the stockings from the garter belt and ran his palm across her ass to undo the other. He traced the outline of the black satin thong, and Jaden lifted her hips, allowing Ivan to slip off her panties. He left her stockings and garter belt in place.
Quivering as his fingers brushed her thighs, Jaden glanced over her shoulder at him, inviting him with her eyes to do as he pleased. She got to her knees on the center of the bed and lifted her hips in anticipation. The breath hitched in her throat, and desire shot through her. Her need was just as strong as his own. Clenching the comforter tightly in her hands, Jaden braced herself for what was to come while listening to Ivan cursing as he hurried to roll on a condom.
With one swift thrust, he impaled her. Wet and ready to take him, Jaden gasped as Ivan began stroking into her, his pace quickening as her thrusts met his own. The sounds of flesh on flesh filled the air with the rhythm of their love.
“Ivan…” Jaden struggled for words and breath that would not come. Her body shook as he brought her closer and closer to release. He gripped her shoulders tightly as he drove into her, filling her completely. Jaden cocked her head back, silently pleading for him to be savage, to take what he wanted, as she wanted it too. Ivan obliged her unspoken desire as he grabbed a fist full of her hair, using it as leverage to drive himself deeper within her. His free hand reached around and came to rest at the thatch between her legs, his fingers finding her swollen, wet bud.
One touch sent her over the edge, and Jaden reached back to grip him tightly, milking him as she screamed out her climax, riding the wave of bliss and releasing herself in waves of orgasm, drenching herself and Ivan as he continued to thrust into her. Within moments, his strokes shortened and he filled her with his release.
Jaden’s breathing was ragged and her thoughts disorganized as they collapsed in a tangled heap on the bed. Ivan rolled on his side and wrapped her tightly in his arms as he laid a trail of soft kisses across her cheek and shoulders. He began to grow stiff again almost immediately as Jaden grinded her hips into him, begging for more. His lips found her ear and h
e nibbled gently. “Stay the night,” he implored.
Jaden could feel his stiffness pressing into her back, and she smiled. “You’re incorrigible, Dr. Rusilko.”
Laughing, Ivan held her tighter. They were slippery and sweaty, but Jaden didn’t care. In this haze of pleasure, she felt totally at ease, at peace. She settled in and began to trace a pattern up and down his arm with her fingertips.
He sighed into her hair and after a few moments asked, “So why cooking?”
She smiled to herself, happy that Ivan was still interested in knowing her better—not just rocking her body. “My grandmother and I used to cook when I was little,” Jaden began. “She loved to share her secret family recipes with me. But for me, cooking was always more of an experiment and a way to express my creativity. I love the connections that come through food as well. It’s a great way to spend time with friends and family.”
“Absolutely,” Ivan murmured. “And I can see the creativity and passion that drive your work at Bianca. You’re an artist, babe.”
“Well, I don’t know about that,” Jaden said with a laugh. “But thank you.” She knew she was blushing a little and was thankful for the dark. “Okay, my turn,” she said. “What got you interested in being Mr. USA—besides all the ‘Miss’ contestants you got to meet,” she asked, wiggling her naked ass into his still semi-erect hard-on.
He gave her hip a playful smack. “Well, it was an accident really. I somehow transitioned from hockey to bodybuilding to modeling. Trust me, I didn’t pursue it. It pursued me. I always thought male models were a breed I wanted nothing to do with. Go figure that years later I’d become the US representative of the breed. But I just decided to go with it and enjoy the opportunities it brought my way. After that it was fun. I got to see some amazing places, do things I would never have had the opportunity to do, and meet all sorts of people. It took me from milking cows in Pennsylvania to racing a Mercedes on the Formula One track in Melbourne. Not too bad for a farm boy, eh?”
“And Irena?” Jaden nervously asked, remembering his most famous ex. Silence filled the room, and she could feel his breathing accelerate. Jaden rolled on her side to face him and interlocked her limbs with his, like pieces of a puzzle that fit perfectly together.
“Irena was…amazing. We shared some laughs and experiences that I’ll never forget, and I’m thankful for that,” he said as his gaze drifted away. “She still holds a place in my heart, but she also left a stain on it. The way it ended wasn’t as glamorous as everyone seems to believe, but it’s over all the same. That chapter in my life is closed. You can’t keep looking over your shoulder, because your future is always in front of you…as it is now.”
Ivan’s eyes met hers once again, and Jaden felt as if his soul had reached out and touched hers. Suddenly it all made sense and her fears about his past faded away. She just knew. Smiling, she rolled over and pressed her body against his. His arms surrounded her, and they drifted off to sleep in a lovers’ embrace.
Chapter 16
“Linger”
JADEN WANDERED AROUND the unfamiliar kitchen wearing nothing but Ivan’s old Mario Lemieux jersey and his too-big slippers, searching the drawers for cutlery. Breakfast in bed was hard to pull off when she didn’t have the slightest clue where anything was. After all the trouble Ivan went to cooking dinner for her last night, she was eager to return the favor. Opening the cupboard, she found bottles of spices labeled in terrible penmanship. Selecting a few possibilities, Jaden turned to the fridge to find the rest of the ingredients. She scrounged through the crisper. Eggs, asparagus, Swiss cheese, and prosciutto…a perfect omelet!
A savory aroma filled the kitchen as she hurried to put the finishing touches on breakfast. Rye toast, orange juice, and a halved grapefruit already rested on the tray, and the omelet would be finished in three…two…one… Grabbing the frying pan off the stove, she plated the omelet and added it to tray along with two forks. Jaden balanced carefully as she shuffled down the hall.
She entered the bedroom, placed the tray on the night table, and sat on the edge of the bed. She pulled the blanket low enough to expose Ivan’s bare chest, and resting her hand on his shoulder, she gently shook him. “Ivan, wake up. Breakfast is ready,” she called, her tone soft and soothing. No response. She tried a second time, this time shaking him more firmly. “Ivan, come on. Wake up. Your breakfast is getting cold.”
He mumbled and rolled over, pushing the blanket farther aside as he did. Jaden couldn’t help but admire his naked form: the curve of his muscles, his soft, pouty lips that partially opened while he slept, and the tousled brown hair that looked almost savage in the morning light. Jaden chuckled as she noticed Ivan suffering from a severe case of morning wood.
Feeling brassy and still coming down off her high from the night before, she decided to attempt something she’d never done. Slipping out of his slippers, she climbed into bed and took extra care not to wake him as she positioned herself. Straddling his legs, she lowered her mouth until she was just inches away. Her lips parted wide as she took him in. Inch by glorious inch, she swallowed him whole.
In an instant, Ivan was awake—everywhere. His back arched, and only Jaden’s quick reflexes kept her in position. Tossing his head back into the pillows, he let out a low, guttural moan. “Good God, Jaden,” he gasped, unwittingly thrusting himself deeper into her mouth.
His hands reached for her shoulders, trying to pull her up, but she shrugged him off, determined to finish what she’d started.
“Jaden,” Ivan pleaded, his voice rough. “Ay, ay, ay…”
She looked up with knowing eyes. Ivan was close. She could feel it as his body tensed beneath her. Bracing his hips with her hands, she took more of him into her mouth, her tongue caressing him with slow, even strokes. His body jerked just once as he thrust forward forcefully and released himself into her throat.
“Ouch,” Jaden moaned as she snuggled up to him moments later. Brilliant rays of mid-afternoon sun streamed in through the windows, warming the skin that wasn’t covered by Ivan or the blanket.
“Are you okay?” Ivan asked as he brushed hair from her forehead. “That was amazing.”
“I guess I’m a little more out of practice than I thought—at drinking that is.” Jaden rested her head on his chest with a smirk.
“I have aspirin if you need it.”
“Thanks, doc, but I’m good. I think I’ll live.” A satisfied smile settled on Jaden’s face as she snuggled into Ivan’s strong arms.
Goose bumps rose along her skin as he traced the outline of her form on the linen sheet. Then he slid his hand beneath the sheet and repeated the outline, trailing his touch lower on her body and settling between her legs. With the lightest of touches, he began to stroke the sensitive bundle of nerves, which Jaden could feel becoming more responsive with every pass of his finger. She tried to wriggle free of his embrace, longing to grant him open access, but Ivan held her firmly in place, teasing and tormenting her clit in a slow, circular motion. Jaden writhed under his touch, her body begging for more. Amazed that he could sense her need, Jaden gasped as Ivan slid two fingers into her wet, swollen pussy. Each thrust of his hand brought her closer to climax, and Jaden arched into him, her body quivering as Ivan placed the pad of thumb to her clit and pressed, driving her body to contract in release.
“It only seemed fair, babe,” he told her as the aftershocks of orgasm began to ebb. Then he pulled up the covers and placed a tender kiss on Jaden’s forehead as they returned to sleep.
Whether it was three hours or three days later, Jaden couldn’t tell, but the brilliant sun had been replaced by a darkening Miami skyline. She felt a little wobbly as she stood up, and holding on to the headboard, wondered where Ivan had wandered off to. As she went to find him, she encountered the luscious aroma of roasted chicken, followed shortly by the sound of pots clashing and Ivan cursing from the vicinity of the kitchen.
Making a quick stop in the bathroom, Jaden rinsed her face. She dug through
her overnight bag and pulled her hair into a loose ponytail at the base of her neck. But she still felt sweaty. She could hear Ivan busy in the kitchen, so she opted for a quick shower.
Jaden felt immediate relief as the steam soothed her sore body. Never in her life had she experienced a marathon of sex like the one she’d just completed. Every muscle ached, but it was a good sort of pain—the type that made you blush and brag to your girlfriends. She located some rather masculine smelling shampoo among the bottles in the shower and worked it through her hair. After a final rinse, she felt reenergized and stepped out of the shower. She towel dried her hair before pulling it back into a ponytail. After making herself presentable, Jaden pulled on the robe she found hanging on the back of the door and joined Ivan in the kitchen.
Ivan turned as she approached him from behind. He gathered her in his arms and nuzzled her neck, inhaling deeply. “It’s not lavender, but I can live with it.”
“How’d you know I use lavender shampoo?”
“I can smell it on you from a mile away.” He shrugged. “And combined with your natural scent, it makes for a wonderful fragrance, one I could get very used to.”
Raising her chin with the tips of his fingers, Ivan brought her lips to his, kissing her hard on the mouth. Jaden again reached for the button on his pants, but he broke the kiss. “There’s time for that later. Right now you need to refuel—we both do.”
“Well, I did make breakfast…at some point,” she said with a laugh. “What ever happened to that?”
“Ahh, sorry,” Ivan said. “I’m afraid we got distracted and forgot to eat it. Now we’re on to the next meal.”
Looking over his shoulder, Jaden saw two large bowls on the counter. “Is that chicken Caesar salad?”
“And not just any Caesar salad,” Ivan said with a nod. “That’s my famous homemade dressing and multigrain croutons.”
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