She was quiet for a moment, and then she pushed off the doorframe, placing her mug down and messing with a few loose strands of my hair.
“Are you sure you want to keep doing this, Jenna? I mean, every single Sunday?”
“It’s just sex, Car.”
“Yeah,” she scoffed. “Keep telling yourself that.” She dropped her arms, scanning me twice before saying, “Look, I know it started as just sex for you and that was cool. But now it seems like…well, maybe you’re wanting more from him.”
“What!” I blinked quickly. “How?”
She held her hands up, about to plead her case. “I just—well, whenever I came home before, you would always talk about your actual job or a meeting you had to schedule or even about a phone call, but ever since these Sundays with Clement started, all you talk about is him. How he looks at you. How he talks to you. How you can feel him looking at you from across the room.” She rolled her eyes and my gaze plummeted because, when I thought about it, she was right. “I just don’t want you to get hurt, Jenna. You’re my best friend, and since you told me he’ll be marrying that Michaela chick, I know things are only going to get more complicated for you. You won’t be able to keep meeting him privately when it happens. I’m sure you don’t want to be anyone’s mistress.”
“I won’t be his mistress. As soon as he and Michaela do whatever they plan on doing, I’ll end it. We’re just having fun right now, Car.”
“What about Tyler? Are you going to keep stringing him along like a puppet?”
I narrowed my eyes at her and she threw her hands in the air, pleading her case as innocently as possible. “He’s a nice guy and to be honest, I think he’s better for you than your boss. He may not make as much money as Clement, but I’m sure he’d still be able to take care of you. Treat you like more than just a fuck.”
I rolled my eyes and picked up my coffee to take a sip. “I’ll be fine. Besides, Tyler and I aren’t serious. We’re just talking and having fun too. I’m just keeping my options open right now.” I shrugged, like it was no big deal, but to be honest, her words really got under my skin.
She pressed her lips and picked up her mug, taking a step back. “Just…be careful, Jenna. Seriously. The last thing I want is to see you get hurt.”
I gripped one of her shoulders and put on a warm smile. “I will, Carrie. I promise. You have nothing to worry about.”
Though I said those words, the conversation I had with my best friend was stuck in my head during the whole ride from Malibu to Santa Monica. Even as I unloaded in front of the upscale hotel and checked in, the conversation was heavy on my mind.
I knew the time would come where Jude and Michaela would get married and I’d be left in the dust, forced to act like nothing had ever happened between us. Their world was completely different from mine and I had to accept that. I knew once he married her, she’d show up as much as possible because she could. Because he would be all hers and no one would be able to break that up.
When I made it to the hotel room, I called room service and ordered breakfast. He always expected me to eat before the activities began. Liked me to maintain my energy.
As I sat and waited, staring through the wide floor-to-ceiling window with my legs crossed, I knew I was going to have to do something I didn’t want to do.
I was going to have to talk to Jude about the future. Seriously this time.
I wasn’t ready for whatever this was between us to end, and from what I was gathering—with the way he showed up at the bar on Friday night and after what he said last Sunday in his sleep—I figured whatever this was between us was just getting started for him, too.
The view from the penthouse suite was stunning. It was calm, and the waves crashed to shore softly, the sun not too far off in the distance. Even though it was winter in Santa Monica, it wasn’t too cold. It was a comforting cool—the kind of cool where you could wear a chunky sweater and boots but still rock a pair of your favorite shorts.
After eating breakfast, I walked to the balcony and stood in front of the metal rails, soaking up some of the rays. I knew Jude would arrive soon. He emailed that morning and said he was running a little late.
I had so much on my mind and had so many questions to ask him. What if he took a risk? How important was Michaela to him? To his family? Did he really need to marry her to get what he needed?
Jude didn’t want to marry her. I knew it deep in my heart. But something deep in my gut told me that, despite not wanting to marry her, he was going to go through with it anyway because it’s what his family expected and if he didn’t, he’d have a lot to lose. The thought of that made my heart ache and my stomach clench.
Which only proved that Carrie might have been right. I was too invested in this—in him. I’d given too much of myself to Jude and now that we were in this deep, it felt impossible to try and pull away.
I was so caught up in my jumbled thoughts that I didn’t even realize anyone else was in the room. A familiar pair of arms wrapped around my midsection and reeled me back.
My ass landed directly on his cock and he sighed in my ear, burying his nose in the crook of my neck. He held me tight from behind and I let out a soft breath because I loved this. I loved it so much. The way he held me. The way he breathed me in. The way he sighed like he had been waiting for this moment for ages.
“Took you long enough,” I teased.
“The meeting yesterday didn’t get wrapped up so I had to stay a little longer. Caught a few beers with the associates last night to butter them up, and then finished a few deals with them this morning.”
“Did it go well?”
“I’d think so. They want us to design for them in March.”
“Oh. That’s good.” March. It seemed so far away, yet still so close. Would we still be doing this? Getting the chance to be alone every week? I turned in his arms, looping mine around the back of his neck.
He looked down at me. “Have you eaten?”
“Yes. A parfait with scrambled eggs. You?”
“Grabbed something on the way.” He held my hips and turned me around, backing me into the hotel room with slow steps. When the backs of my legs hit the edge of the bed, I had no choice but to sit. He stood in front of me with his crotch close to my face. He was already hard. I don’t know why that surprised me so much.
“I’ve been thinking about you a lot, Jenna,” he murmured, looking down at me. His eyes were hot. He licked his lips slowly, taking me all in. “Unbuckle my belt,” he ordered with a slightly harsher tone.
I did as I was told, fumbling a bit to unbuckle it and then unbuttoning his pants.
“Unzip them.” I did that too, and he sighed. “Pull them down.” I reached up with both hands, pulling his pants down until they were close to his ankles. He stepped out of them while loosening his burgundy tie.
Taking a step back, he started to unbutton his white dress shirt, and when he was done, he let it hang open. My eyes ran over his chest and then down to his sculpted abs until they found what they were looking for. I stared at his cock much longer than intended. I couldn’t look away.
“How much do you want me, Jenna?” he asked with a gruff, sexy tone, stepping toward me again.
“A lot.” I spread my legs for him. He stopped when he was between them, the outsides of his thighs pressing on the insides of mine. His hand went beneath my chin and he tipped my head up, staring into my eyes.
“Something is on your mind,” he noted. “What is it?”
I shook my head. Now wasn’t the time to talk about it. I wanted him. I just…wanted him. “Nothing,” I lied.
His eyes narrowed, lips pressing thin. He took a step back, commanding lightly for me to stand up.
I stood and he twisted me around, slowly unzipping my dress for me. He rolled the sleeves down and then pushed the material down until it was gathered around my waist. He helped me get out of it and then one of his palms pressed on the middle of my back.
“Bend over,”
he commanded softly, and I pressed my palms on the edge of the bed, breathing erratically now. “You’re going to tell me what’s on your mind after this,” he murmured. “Once I get you relaxed, make this pretty pussy of yours cum around me, you’ll have no problem telling me.”
I swallowed hard, my breaths coming out thicker. Faster.
“Get on all fours on the bed,” he ordered and I climbed to the middle of the bed, easing onto all fours. The bed dipped behind me as Jude climbed on. I glanced over my shoulder and he was stroking his cock with one hand. His other hand grabbed my ass. His touch was hot as he slid his hand to the crack and slid a finger through, going all the way down until he found access to my pussy.
“Already wet,” he groaned and he moved closer, sliding that same finger into me. His thumb pressed on the puckered hole of my ass and he massaged it gently, a deep groan catching in his throat.
I sighed and threw my head back, feeling my pussy clench around his finger. Just as I was about to work my hips, become greedy for more, he pulled his hand away, and the absence made me ache like never before.
I didn’t know what he was doing—that is until I felt his head come between my legs. I looked down and he was focused on my pussy. His head lifted up and his tongue parted my lips.
“I swear. This pussy of yours, Jenna. I’ve never tasted anything like it before.” He sucked and I moaned. “You have your own taste.” He sucked again and that noise most definitely drove me crazy.
He clutched one of my ass cheeks with one of his hands, forcing me to lower down until my pussy was directly on his mouth. I couldn’t fight the gasp that spilled through my lips. His tongue was on my clit, circling it rapidly. It was a repetitive action—the same motion over and over again that built me up to ultimate euphoria.
“Oh my gosh, Jude,” I gasped.
“Fuck my mouth, baby,” he mumbled between my legs.
I didn’t resist. I pushed up on my palms and put my clit directly on his tongue, rocking my hips. His hand massaged and squeezed my ass for a while before both slid up to my waist
“Oh, fuck,” I cursed. I was close.
So close.
He ate me with heavy groans and thick grunts, all of the sounds vibrating through my legs. I kept grinding, trying to find that perfect spot, and when I found it, I completely let go.
I stilled on top of him and he brought my hips down, pressing his tongue harder and milking the orgasm out of me.
“Shit, Jude!” I cried out, burying my fingernails in the sheets. My eyes were squeezed tight and I swear I could see stars. “Oh, my goodness,” I panted, trying to keep up with the release but it was fucking impossible so instead, I shattered, crumpling forward with my legs shaking around his head.
“Mmm,” Jude groaned, like he could taste the release—like he’d won a prize and was happy about it. He finished me off with several more licks before finally lifting me up and sliding me over.
I flopped onto my back, trying to catch my breath, and he took place between my legs, running a finger through my sex. It was sensitive down there so I shuddered, whimpering softly.
“Look at you. So relaxed. I’ll have to get you to fuck my face more often,” he said with a cocky smile. “Now spread your legs for me,” he rasped. “It’s my turn to come.”
TEN
JUDAS
She really was good.
Her pussy alone could drive any man to the brink of madness. The way she wrapped around my cock and clenched while I fucked her—the sensation drove me out of my mind. The way she licked me clean, making sure her cum, as well as mine, was all gone? Fuck, it was to die for.
I rested on my back as she tied her hair up. She was flawless, really. She kept herself in good shape—shaped just like a Coca-Cola bottle, her light brown skin silky and smooth.
I’ll be honest and say I’d never fucked a woman outside my race before. With the way I was raised, I was so used to dating white women that it never really occurred to me to try, though I had been curious about it since college.
When Jenna came in for an interview with my part-time assistant, Bobby, and introduced her to me as an applicant for the secretary position…well, let’s just say I knew she was going to be the first woman outside my race I claimed, and let me tell you—it’s better than I could have ever imagined.
I knew something was still on her mind.
Normally, after we fucked, she would be lying beside me, touching me, but today she was sitting up with her back to me, avoiding my eyes. She’d been acting off all morning.
“You gonna tell me what’s on your mind?” I asked, placing a hand on her waist.
She finally looked back, putting on a smile that even a child would know was forced. “Not right now.”
“Why not?”
“I just…don’t want to ruin the moment.” Her eyes softened.
I sighed, pulling my hand away from her waist and sitting up with my back against the headboard. “Well, can I tell you what’s been on my mind?”
“What?” She was curious.
“You and that stupid date you had Friday.”
Her eyes spread wide at first, and then she laughed softly.
“Something funny?” I asked, cocking a brow.
“It’s just…you,” she laughed again. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Judas Clement.”
“I don’t want anyone touching you but me. I saw the way he looked at you. He wanted to take you home that night. He wanted to get between your legs.”
“Well, he didn’t, Jude, so you have nothing to worry about.” She faced me, completely naked. I was glad to have her attention.
“I want you to leave him alone,” I told her. “I don’t want you talking to him anymore.”
“Well, if that’s the case, I don’t want you talking to Michaela,” she countered with a slight frown.
I frowned too, just from the mention of Michaela’s name. “You know it doesn’t work that way, Jenna.”
“Then I won’t stop talking to Tyler.” She folded her arms.
“Tyler?” I scoffed with an incline of my eyebrows. “So, you’re using his name now?”
“Well, he does have a name,” she said, pushing off the bed and walking around it to get to her cellphone on the table. “I think he sent me a text this morning actually.”
“What are you doing?” I probed.
“Just checking some stuff,” she murmured.
“Jenna, if you text him while you’re with me, I swear to God—” What? What was I going to do?
She peered over her shoulder, and started texting anyway. I got off the bed and hustled her way, grabbing her phone, shutting the screen off, and putting it back down on the table.
“Jude!” she protested, but I ignored her, picking her up by the waist and placing her ass on top of the table too. She knew exactly what to do; her legs went around my waist and her arms around the back of my neck. “You can’t tell me not to talk to him when you and I both know you’re going to marry her,” she breathed out with edge to her voice.
“You don’t know that,” I muttered.
“Yes, I do. I heard her in your office that day. Your parents want you to marry her. You’re obligated to.”
I shook my head, looking away. “It’s complicated, Jenna. But I’m working on a plan so I don’t have to. So I can keep doing whatever I want.”
“What plan?” she asked, and I looked up into her eyes again.
“A plan so that I can stay with you longer. Be with you more often.”
“Your parents wouldn’t like that. They want you married. It makes them and the company look better and I’m pretty sure there’s money involved too.”
I sighed. “I really have to start closing my door when she shows.”
She giggled at that, and after several seconds her face turned serious. She was quiet for a beat. “Jude, I don’t want you to marry her,” she blurted out. “So, whatever plan you’re working on, finish it. Keep working. I’ll break it off with Tyler if
you promise not to marry her. Promise that you’ll find a way to make this last longer.”
Fuck.
She had my heart by the strings. How was that even possible?
I wanted to tell her that she shouldn’t have expected anything from me at all—but, how could I? She looked at me with big, pleading eyes, like a woman that would be lost without me.
This was what was bothering her—why she had been acting strange all morning. I had to fix the problem the only way I knew how.
I pushed between her legs, sliding my palm across inside of her thigh and then spreading them apart. She sucked in a breath when she felt my cock getting hard on her thigh again.
I had no idea why she turned me on so much. Hell, any woman that wanted more from me usually left my cock soft and had me running in the other direction, but not her. Not Jenna.
I pushed in, one hand going to her hip to angle her hips up. Her chin dropped as I slowly slid into her, keeping my eyes on hers. She wrapped her arms around the back of my neck again, sliding closer to the edge of the table, making my whole cock disappear inside her.
I let out a ragged breath. I couldn’t believe she was still so damn tight and wet, even after the damage I’d caused less than twenty minutes ago.
I started a light thrust, cupping her ass in my hands and lifting her a few inches off the table, leaving no choice but for her to do the work. She pressed a palm on the table, one arm still wrapped around my neck, and ground her pussy on my dick.
I squeezed her ass in my hands, listening to the slick and sticky sounds her body made—loving how her mouth spread wider and her head fell back as she fucked my cock.
“As long as you stay away from him, I’m all yours, babe,” I mumbled. “As long as you keep grinding on my cock like this,” I groaned, dropping my head and watching her pussy slide up and then down on my dick, “then I’m all yours. And you are all mine.” I clutched her ass, getting a better grip.
Slowly but surely, with each word of mine that fueled her, she began to unravel.
“Oh, Jude,” she panted.
“Fuck, yes, baby. Come all over my dick.”
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