“I know it’s not Sunday.” His tone was clipped. “But that doesn’t mean that you aren’t mine.”
I swallowed thickly, still tasting the tequila on my tongue.
“Come here, Jenna,” he murmured.
And I blinked. I was tempted to go to him, but as tempted as I was, I was even more willing to leave him standing alone in that hallway.
“I won’t ask again, babe.”
Babe…
My heart fluttered. God, why was I so weak for this man?
Before I could process it, my feet were moving toward him. Jude looked down at me when I was less than an inch away from him. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it tight in his, barging right into the women’s bathroom.
He locked the door behind us and then twisted me around, pressing my back against one of the walls, grabbing me by the waist, and picking me up. I had no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist as he clutched my wrists and pinned them to the wall above my head.
His breathing was ragged, the tip of his nose skimming my jawline, and I panted, nipples straining in my bra.
“Were you trying to make me jealous out there?” he murmured in my ear.
“No,” I lied.
“Don’t lie to me,” he grumbled, his voice a deep rumble in my ear.
“Yes,” I confessed, and he sucked on the bend of my neck, making me clench.
“Well, it worked,” he rasped, then kissed his way down to my collarbone. “It worked, Jenna. Now I’m about to fuck you right here. Right now. While your little date sits out there nursing a beer, not even knowing you’re getting fucked by the man you really want.”
Jude’s chest pressed on mine to keep me steady. His hands were at the button of his dress pants and then he pulled his cock out. I should have been resisting, but how the hell was I supposed to resist this?
A jealous Jude?
A dominant Jude?
I sighed when his mouth came back up and he sucked on my bottom lip. It was so close to a kiss that my toes curled in my heels.
Jude shifted forward, and I felt his hot, anxious cock on the inside of my thigh. The hands that were at my waist were pushing my skirt up now, and he groaned as he angled my hips first, gripped his cock with one hand next, and slid himself right into me.
“Oh, shit,” he rasped. “Fuck, I love it when you aren’t wearing any panties. The only time you don’t wear any is when you want to be fucked. Tell me, Jenna,” he sighed. “Did you want him to fuck you tonight?”
I shook my head, gripping his shoulders as he drove into me ever so slowly. This was his form of torture. Not giving it his all. Making me ache and crave. Making me beg with my body.
“No, I didn’t want him to fuck me,” I whispered in his ear.
“Really? Did you want me to fuck you?” he asked, and I nodded almost immediately.
And when I nodded, he took a step back, pulling my back off the wall and gripping my ass. He bounced me up and down on his stiff, delicious cock, looking up at me with fierce eyes.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and he lowered his arms, wrapping them beneath my thighs to get a better grip, still bouncing me up and down.
“Fuck, you’re milking the hell out of my cock, Jenna.” Jude looked down, watching my pussy slide up and down on him. “Promise me something,” he requested with his mouth on my chin. His voice was coarse and thick, like he was close.
“What?”
“Promise that you won’t let him fuck you. He can touch you all he wants, but this pussy belongs to me.”
“Why should I?” I breathed.
“Because I said so.” As if my question annoyed him, his eyebrows dipped and he clutched my thighs. It could have been my imagination, but I swear I felt him get harder inside me.
Jude watched my eyes. “If you want to keep getting this good cock, you won’t fuck him, Jenna.”
He always knew how to make me feel dirty. He knew exactly what I wanted—what I needed. It was always him. Having him so deep inside me, I couldn’t think straight.
“Fine,” I sighed. “I won’t fuck him.”
As if he were satisfied with that answer, he put my back on the wall again and drove into me, faster this time. I squealed, and was so glad the music playing in the overhead speakers drowned me out.
I couldn’t believe this was happening—fucking Jude while on a date with another man—but it was. And it was a shame that I wasn’t putting a stop to it.
“Close,” Jude grunted, and in only a few seconds he stilled and fell forward, letting most of his weight fall onto me. He throbbed with each spurt of release, moaning as if coming inside me was the best feeling in the world to him.
I sighed, threading my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. I was so dumb. So dumb around him, but I couldn’t help it. Judas Clement had a spell on me—one I wasn’t even trying to break.
Before I could let myself be pleased by the fact that Jude came to find me—that he may have cared more than he admitted—there was a bang on the door.
“Jenna? Jenna, are you in here?” Carrie’s voice came from the other side and I gasped, pushing Jude back by the shoulders.
He pulled out of me and adjusted his pants, but kept his eyes on me.
“Jenna, are you okay?” she called.
“Yeah,” I yelled. “Fine, just—cleaning myself up.”
“Cleaning my come away, you mean?” Jude said, his voice light and playful.
I bit a smile. “Shut up.”
“Well, open the door. I really have to pee!” Carrie whined.
Carrie was wasted. When she whined, it meant she’d had too much to drink and probably needed to be taken home before she vomited.
“I don’t want her to see you leaving out of here. Can you hide in one of the stalls until we leave?”
“Me? Hide in the stall of a women’s bathroom?” Jude chuckled. “You are out of you fucking mind, Jenna Taylor.”
I rolled my eyes. “Jude, please? I just—”
“What? You just what?” he asked, stepping closer as I tugged on the hem of my shirt.
“Jenna,” Carrie whined faintly.
“I just don’t want her to see you, that’s all. Just do it for me, please,” I begged.
“Hmm.” He looked me over. “That’s all,” he repeated. And then he sighed, stepping back. “Fine. But only because you said please.”
Jude smirked and turned for the last stall, shutting and locking it behind him. I fixed myself up as quickly as possible and then went to the door, unlocking it and letting Carrie in.
“Jenna, what the hell? Don’t lock doors in public places. That shit is weird!”
“Sorry—I’m just out of it,” I lied. “Too much tequila, I think.”
Carrie sighed. “Yeah, I see that.” She pushed past me, stumbling to the last stall. I held back on a gasp and caught the hook of her arm before she could get to it.
“Come to this one,” I insisted. “That one is dirty.” She went willingly and I was glad she thought nothing of it. She shut the door and I let out a breath. Jude pushed his stall door open and walked past me.
“Don’t fuck him,” Jude mouthed as he grabbed the door handle. He looked at me with the same hungry and heated glare he wore while sipping that drink while I danced with Tyler, and in a matter of seconds, he was gone.
Carrie came out of her stall moments later and turned on the faucet to the sink. “Oh, my gosh, Jenna, Tyler is such a nice guy and so hot! Aren’t you glad you didn’t stay at home?”
Carrie looked at me and I put on a fake smile for her. “Yeah, Car, I am. He is really nice.”
“I can see him sticking around for a while, you know? He seems like he’s really into you. He can’t keep his eyes off you.”
“Yeah…I guess so.”
Only she had no idea that I didn’t exactly feel the same way. Tyler was nice and very handsome, but I wasn’t the type of woman to string another man along, just to ruin his heart later.
It
was wrong, and as badly as I didn’t want to only revolve myself around Jude, I knew that, eventually, I was going to have to do the right thing.
I just wasn’t ready yet.
EIGHT
JUDAS
I don’t know what the hell I was thinking showing up on Jenna like that.
I felt like some psycho-stalker motherfucker, but for some reason, knowing about Jenna’s date had rubbed me the wrong way. She was so certain, so in-my-face about it, that it had really hit a fucking nerve.
That shit had never happened to me before with any woman. I never cared enough to let them touch a nerve. I shrugged mostly everything off and went about my way. But Jenna was different.
I didn’t know what it was about her. She was my secretary and I saw her every day. Seeing her this past week and keeping my hands to myself was the hardest thing I ever had to do. The clothes she wore to the office and the way she licked her lips when she looked at me—fuck, I had to keep biting my fist just to stay away.
I kept begging Sunday to hurry the hell up already so I could get her out of my system. Well, until the next time I craved her, that is.
Saturday went by in mostly a blur and I was thankful for it. I had brunch with my mother (who nagged me to death about taking Michaela to the Christmas gala because it would make me look better), so I came into work late, but found Jenna sitting at her desk on the work phone when I strode in. Her head was down and she didn’t even acknowledge my presence.
She wasn’t dressed up in the usual classy-sexy way. She wore a white V-neck shirt beneath a black leather jacket and a pair of dark-blue jeans. Saturdays were casual days for my employees, but only because it wasn’t mandatory for them to come in on a Saturday.
Even after having tequila and being out late, Jenna still came into work and worked hard, and I couldn’t lie and say I didn’t admire that about her.
She kept things formal with me while working, which only irritated me, but I played along with her silly game. If this was what she wanted—to act like last night’s fuck was just some fantasy—then I would go through with it.
When it was time for her to clock out, I was wrapped up with paperwork in the office, about to prepare for a short trip to Santa Ana for a brief meeting. I walked out of my office and met up beside her as she waited for the elevator.
She fidgeted on her heels and then shifted, her sweet shampoo drifting past my nose.
“Plans today?” I asked.
“None,” she said. “Figured I’d go home and catch up on some work for Monday, since I will be occupied Sunday.”
I smirked at that, dropping my head. “Glad you’re making yourself available for me.”
“Sunday isn’t for you, Jude.” When she said that, I met her eyes, a little confused. “You came twice Friday. I didn’t come at all. Sunday will be about you pleasing me.” The elevator doors shot open and she walked inside before me. I followed her into the elevator, taking the spot right beside her.
The doors closed and I still had a smirk on my lips, which led her to agitatedly ask, “What are you smiling about?”
“It’s just very unusual of me not to make you come. I got a little greedy last night. I apologize for the inconvenience.” I smiled harder. “Maybe I should settle the score right now.”
“Jude, no, I—”
My thumb went to the red emergency button before I let her finish speaking. I turned to face her and grabbed her handbag, placing it on the floor, and then lowering to my knees in front of her.
“Jude! What the hell are you doing?” she breathed.
“About to make you come,” I answered simply.
“But…here? Now?”
“Yes, here and now.”
“Jude, the camera—”
“I honestly couldn’t care less about the cameras, Jenna. You know that. I guess we’ll give Mack something good to talk about when he gets home to his wife.” She was still on edge. Still looking down at me as I unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans.
I pulled them down and her lacy nude panties came into view, looking good on top of her light-caramel skin.
“I know you can’t wait until tomorrow,” I murmured, kissing her lace-clad pelvis. The lace was soft on my lips. I cupped her ass and brought her pussy closer to my face and she gasped.
Slowly, I peeled her panties away, sliding them down just enough so I could see her waxed pussy.
“You have a beautiful pussy, Jenna,” I murmured on her skin and she panted, staring down at me with big green eyes. “You smell good, too. Fresh. Clean. Even after the way I dirtied you up last night.”
I gripped her ass tight in one hand while my other caressed the back of her thigh.
“Stop. Teasing. Me,” she gritted out.
“But you always get so wet when I tease you.” I looked up with smiling eyes. I knew she couldn’t take any more of the teasing. She was desperate—her body hungry for me. Her pretty pussy ready to be devoured.
I lowered just a bit, putting my mouth in the perfect position, and slowly sliding my tongue through her folds. “Fuck, you taste so good,” I groaned and her fingernails dug into my shoulder. I pushed one of her thighs up with my hand, exposing her clit.
It looked suckable, like a hidden pearl, ready to be treasured and adored. I slid my tongue through again, lightly sucked on the pearl, and she whimpered when I drew myself away. Her legs stiffened as I dropped my head to kiss the insides of her thighs, slowly making my way back up to her pussy, and kissing the lips too.
“Jude, please,” she begged, her hands going to my hair. “Please.”
I smiled up at her. She’d had enough. She wanted me to finish her. “Okay, babe.”
Those were the last words spoken on my behalf before I ate her sweet, sweet pussy like a hungry wolf. My tongue slid up to her clit and swirled, and her back arched for me, welcoming me in.
I pulled the hand that was on the back of her thigh away to slide a finger inside her. So fucking wet. I slid another in and her breathing stuttered. My eyes traveled up to hers and she kept her hands buried in my hair, gently moving my head in the motion she wanted.
When she found it, she moaned loudly. “Oh, right there. Yes, right there, Jude.” I circled her clit with my tongue in slow, torturous, circles that I knew would drive her crazy.
“Oh, Jude!” she cried lightly. “Oh, my gosh, yes!”
Her voice was perfection. Her thighs were shaking now. She was close. I refused to lose the momentum, so I thrust a finger in and out while sucking and swirling my tongue around her clit, giving her exactly what she needed.
Before I knew it, she squeezed my hair in her hand, and then a sharp gasp shot out of her. She cried my name like it would spare her from such an intense orgasm.
I didn’t stop. No. I wanted to taste every last drop of her cum, so I licked and sucked, drinking it all in while she bucked. I didn’t let up until I knew she was completely done.
She buckled over and gasped again.
“Oh, my gosh, Jude,” she exhaled. I pulled my head back and stood, grabbing her face in one hand and studying her lips. “Why can’t you kiss my real lips the way you kissed me down there?”
I looked down. “Those lips are different. My goal for those is to make sure they’re wet every time you’re around me.”
She let out a shaky breath and I released her face, helping her with her panties. As she buttoned her pants, she asked, “Should I take care of that?”
I followed her eyes and she was looking at my cock. I was hard as fuck—eager as hell after watching her come so beautifully.
“No,” I murmured, pressing the button and getting the elevator to go again. “It’s going to be hard as hell to do, but I’ll wait until tomorrow. I have a lot planned for you, Miss Taylor.”
She bit a smile.
The elevator finally reached the lobby and before she got off, she turned to me, ran her palm over my mild erection, and said, “I’ll be ready for you, Mr. Clement.”
She walked
away without another word, swaying those round hips as she walked away, glancing over her shoulder once with those sexy eyes.
Fuck.
There it was again. I was turned on too damn much.
I literally had to bite my fist as I walked in the opposite direction. Before I could make it to the door that led out to the parking deck, someone called my name and I looked over my shoulder.
It was Mack, head of security.
“Sir, I saw your elevator got stuck. Everything okay?” he asked, fully concerned, and I could tell by the look on his face that he had no clue what actually went on in that elevator. “The cameras tend to get a little messed up when the elevators get off track. Couldn’t call or check in on you to make sure everything was all right.”
I smiled. “I’m great, Mack. Honestly, I’ve never been better.”
I knew my statement had left him confused. Who would be happy about getting stuck on an elevator? Oh, that’s right. Me. Me and Jenna Taylor would be happy because it would be a fucking field day.
Leave us alone anywhere and we’d leave the place smelling like pussy and sex.
That’s why I couldn’t wait until Sunday.
NINE
JENNA
Sunday had finally arrived. If what had happened in the elevator the day before was a preview for what was to come, then I was more than ready.
I pulled out the brand-new dress I bought from Nordstrom—a little black dress that hugged every curve of my body—and went to the bathroom to freshen up.
When I got out of the shower, I heard movement outside the door and knew Carrie was awake. As I got ready, I could smell the scent of coffee swimming through the hallway.
Pulling my door open, I yelled, “Car, pour me a cup too, please?”
I scurried back to the bathroom to finish straightening my hair. As I was about to start my makeup, Carrie came into the bathroom and placed one of the mugs of coffee down on the counter.
“Let me guess,” she started, leaning on the frame of the door. “You’re meeting Mr. Bossy.”
I smiled at her reflection. “It’s Sunday, Carrie.”
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