Melea felt tears brim in her eyes; this man wanted to help her family with college which was more than anything her mother would ever hope for. She secretly hoped that when she was older, Melea would find a man as generous and kind as him.
“Have lunch with me Miss Young?” he held his hand out to her to finish the tour.
“I would love too,” she said breathless and gazing back at his eyes again.
Melea found herself entering her apartment later that evening. After saying goodbye to Jordan she had ran some errands and then imagined herself being back at the mansion in its entire splendor. He had been nothing but a gentleman during her stay and found herself even more captivated by the man. So why was it he never left his house? Money could only get you so far with happiness she assumed and couldn’t figure out why he would choose to stay cooped up instead of going outside and enjoying other people’s presence.
Shrugging, she soon fell asleep within seconds once lying in bed and didn’t awake that next morning until a phone call startled her.
“Hello?” Melea said, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
“Miss Young?” the man’s voice spoke on the other side.
“Yes?”
“This is Harold, Mr. Simpson’s butler,”
At the mention of Mr. Simpson, Melea sat up straighter and awoke fully, “hello Harold.”
“Good morning Miss Young, I hope I didn’t wake you. Mr. Simpson has requested your presence again today around noon if that’s alright.”
“Yes, I shall be there,” she felt her heart pounding in her chest.
“He told me to tell you that I would be picking you up in the limousine Miss,” Harold spoke gently, “shall I tell Mr. Simpson otherwise?”
“No, that’s okay. I’ll be ready for you by noon,” she spoke as the call ended and Melea hopped in the shower. For whatever reason her presence was requested was beyond her, but if it had anything to do with the slight attraction she felt for him, then she needed to look her best.
After showering briefly, she made sure that she looked as presentable as possible. Lining her eyes with a thin strip of eyeliner and putting on her best lingerie. She had always thought that what you wore underneath was definitely a sign of confidence for your outward appearance.
Precisely at noon, the doorbell rang as Melea made her way downstairs, careful not to trip in her wedges. She had donned on a lilac pencil skirt and grey blouse with grey pumps to complete it. It wasn’t anything over the top, but still professional enough to be in front of Mr. Simpson. Underneath was a completely different story, she thought while opening the door and allowing Harold to lead her towards the white limousine.
Jordan stood there, waiting anxiously to meet the young woman again. There was something about her that made his heart lurch within his chest. He knew she was the one for him, that’s what his inner being was saying… she was in fact his mate. But how could he go about telling her why he never went out, or why he was the way he was? Would she accept him and his inner grizzly?
Praying a silent prayer, he hoped that some God was listening to him to allow him to make Melea his lifelong mate. She may be younger, but that didn’t stop him from trying. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he knew she had to be his.
“Sir,” Harold opened the door to reveal the beautiful girl that was standing at the entryway. His breath left his chest as he struggled to look composed and professional, hopefully she wouldn’t notice his hesitation. She simply had taken his breath away.
“Miss Young,” he smiled and waved away Harold while taking her hand in his, reveling in the smooth skin. “So glad you could make it.”
“The pleasure is mine Jordan,” she spoke boldly while batting her lashes.
Jordan couldn’t help but smile; she had noticed his pause and already knew that he was under her spell. Neither of them would be able to keep their eyes or hands off the other as soon as he kissed her. Jordan was absolutely sure of it.
“I wanted to offer you something,” he beckoned for her to sit while he stood, too fidgety to sit still.
“And what would that be?” she asked softly, not daring to meet his gaze fully.
“You see,” he began and sat down to meet her gaze after a few moments of her hesitating. “One of my greatest joys is to reward those who do good within the community and their hard work goes unnoticed half the time.”
Melea stayed quiet and waited for him to continue, what hard work was he talking about? She had only met this man one other time and now it seemed that he had taken an interest in her and looked up personal things or something about her. Strangely it made her insides shiver with delight at the fact that some man had an interest in her.
“I would like to offer to pay fully for your vet schooling, along with giving money for your twin brothers who are about to graduate.”
She shot her head up and felt her mouth go dry. He could not be serious…
“Jordan,” she faltered, “that’s very kind of you… but my family does not need money out of pity or anything…”
“Think of it as a token of gratitude for everything you and your mother and older brother have done to provide for the family. I admire someone who is dedicated to their family,” he scratched the back of his neck. “Will you allow me to do this one thing for you Melea?”
She said nothing for a moment and decided that she might as well take the offer for her brothers. Her mother would be absolutely speechless when she found out!
“You can pay for the twins schooling, but I’m sorry Jordan, I don’t feel it’s right for me to accept the money for my schooling. I can manage on my own,” she stood up, ending the conversation at Jordan felt the urge to keep her there and convince her otherwise.
“You look stunning Melea,” he murmured softly, his voice like velvet.
Melea ducked her head to avoid blushing and gazed back to see he had stepped closer, his lips inches from hers.
“Please don’t tell me that it’s just me who feels this,” he breathed against her lips as she stood still, too scared to ruin the moment.
“No Sir,” she breathed as Jordan placed his hands on her waist and pressed his lips to hers.
4
Melea had never been kissed like this before, and knew just from his lips that he was quite experienced. Of course he would be, with being quite a few years older than her.
“Jordan,” she gasped as he slid his hands to her ass and brought her closer to him.
He bit her lower lip gently and felt himself harden after feeling her chest pressed against his. He could not wait to get her undressed and fuck her senseless. He needed it.
“Come with me,” he nearly growled and led her quietly into a guest room where the lighting was dim, revealing the pale gold walls and hazelnut furniture.
“Strip for me Melea,” he whispered in her ear as she gasped from the bold favor. Her core was already heated and she knew it would be a matter of time before she gushed.
“I’m not sure you want to see me like that… Sir,” she said feeling self-conscious. She had always been on the heavier side and hadn’t been able to work out as much recently since her job had required a lot of standing and whatnot.
“On the contrary,” he slid her hand down to his throbbing manhood that was still inside his pants, “I think you are making me quite aroused Melea.”
She panted and slowly stepped back as she unbuttoned her blouse slowly, watching as Jordan laid on the bed and undid his shirt as well, revealing his taut chest with muscles that were incredibly defined.
Sliding the top off, she stood in her heels and skirt, as Jordan pulled his dick out and groaned. Her breasts were threatening to spill out of her white lacy bra and he could not wait to suck those nipples that he knew were going to be larger than most girls.
“When you pull the skirt down,” he grunted as he continued massaging his cock, “bend over for me sugar.”
Melea said nothing but instead turned around and unhooked her bra, letting i
t fall to the floor while sliding her skirt off, leaving her in her matching thong that was definitely soaked by now from his commanding voice.
She spread her muscular thighs and bent over, as Jordan groaned and began cursing a string of words.
“Fuck you’re so damn sexy,” he stood up and came over to her, trailing his fingers down her spine.
“Don’t move,” he murmured and slid her thong down with his thumbs while rubbing his index finger against her puffy slit. Fuck he couldn’t wait to fuck her.
Bending over, he fondled her breasts while rubbing his aching cock against her slick entrance. She just had to accept him and he would do anything she wanted.
“Please,” she begged, feeling her insides clench from the wanting of feeling him inside her. “Please Jordan.”
“As you wish,” he slammed into her and grabbed her hips as he continued pounding away.
Melea groaned in ecstasy and thrusted back against him, not feeling ashamed for being bent over like a dog to please the sexy billionaire. She would gladly bend over any day to feel his rock hard cock inside her.
Jordan looked down at his pink cock sliding in and out of her chocolate entrance and groaned at the erotic sight. He wouldn’t last much longer.
“Are you on the pill?” he grunted while tweaking her nipples gently.
“Yes,” she gasped as she felt him stiffen inside and shoot load after load into her entrance. She shook and climaxed a few seconds later as Jordan massaged her ass and kissed her spine.
“Thank you,” he kissed her neck tenderly and continued to touch her heaving breasts.
Melea leaned against him, allowing him to manipulate her body and seduce her. She would gladly do anything he wanted after that.
“Will you let me pay for your schooling now?” he teased gently as he turned her around to look at her.
“Yes,” she breathed.
Will you let me treat you like how you deserve to be,” he kissed her lips gently and felt his grizzly struggling to stay within him. Now was not the time to reveal that he was a shape shifter.
“Yes,” she kissed him again as he slid his hands down to her slit and rubbed gently.
“I think,” he nuzzled her neck and began kissing and sucking her breasts, “that I’m ready for another round if you are?”
Melea just nodded and gazed into the man’s eyes that had completely captivated her and won over her entire body from day one.
5
When Melea got home that night, she could hardly stand. Her head was spinning and she was not even sure how to gather her thoughts. Going over to his house didn’t make her thing that she was actually going to have sex with him! Sure she was glad as hell that she had worn her good lingerie but damn!
Sighing, she laid on the bed, too tired to shower or do anything else. For someone of Jordan Simpson’s age, he definitely had endurance and stamina. It must have been all the exercise he did.
‘Or all the sex,’ her mind said quietly as she felt herself getting jealous. Yes there was that, because there was no way that she was the first one to be his. But why bother now when she in fact was with him? He wouldn’t go back on his word of helping her family if she didn’t do what he wanted or if they broke up…
Tucking that thought into the back of her mind, she decided to ask him later when the time came. For now she was about to have an amazing eight to nine hours of sleep that was much needed.
When the light began shining through her window, Melea opened her eyes and stretched leisurely, wincing from the soreness in her muscles. Last night’s events were tumbling back into her mind as she blushed and tried to remain calm. Part of her wanted to scream like a little girl from excitement but that was just too petty. She couldn’t believe that she was having some sort of thing with this man! Never in her life did she believe she would have been this lucky.
Glancing over at her phone, she saw a text message from her boss saying that she was going out of town so everyone had the day off for today. Melea whooped in excitement and sat up with a huge grin on her face, nothing could ruin her day now! With all this free time on her hands, she could clean some of her apartment and then go shopping if she pleased. The possibilities were endless!
It was tempting to call Jordan and ask what he was doing, but she didn’t want to seem clingy. He would probably contact her in a few days at most she assumed and just settled for getting ready for the day. There was no sense in worrying about him when she could be doing other things that were just as important.
Standing up and getting herself into the shower, made her even more awake once feeling the water on her skin. After last night she would definitely need to invest in some more sexy clothes and lacy lingerie.
Jordan sighed and walked around the halls of his mansion with his mind still on Melea. She had been everything and even more than he could have ever dreamed of. She just had to be his… He was determined to find a way to make her stay at his place too, the thought of burying himself deep within her again was too much as he stood still for a moment, lost in the thoughts of last night.
“Sir?” Harold came over and handed Jordan the glass of wine he had requested.
“Thank you,” he sipped it graciously. “Harold?”
“Yes Sir?” Harold already knew what his master was going to ask him. He had asked him this every time Jordan had found himself falling for a woman.
“How could someone so pure like her even begin to fall for someone like me?” he asked as Harold’s expression changed. There was something different about her that had made Jordan rephrase the question.
“You did tell me once that there was a thing called soul mates for your kind did you not?” he reminded him gently as Jordan said nothing. “Perhaps she is your soulmate?”
Jordan just grunted and took another sip of the alcohol. “I feel like she might be, but it’s so hard to tell. I just don’t want to mess this up.”
“Just don’t reveal anything until you’re for sure she wouldn’t exploit you Sir. Wait a few months perhaps?” Harold advised and walked away, leaving his master to his thoughts.
Jordan glanced out the window where his garden was and just sighed, the old man was right. He would need to wait it out a little bit longer before revealing his true self to the girl.
6
Melea sighed at where the time had gone. Her twin brothers would be graduating within three weeks and she was slowly gaining more money for school. Things were looking up for her since she had met Jordan and couldn’t be happier. The media hadn’t caught wind of it yet, but it was only a matter of time. They had been seeing each other for about four months now, and things had become pretty serious.
She knocked confidently on the door and stepped back to wait for Harold to let her in. Within seconds the door had opened and Harold welcomed her.
“Is Jordan in his office?” Melea asked, heading in that direction.
“Yes ma’am he is. Shall I get you anything to drink?”
“Water please,” she smiled and knocked on the door, waiting for Jordan to allow her to enter.
Jordan looked up from his newspaper and automatically knew it was Melea on the other side. Today was the day, he thought and answered, “come in love.”
She walked in quietly and bent down to kiss his lips gently. Jordan smiled through the kiss and got a glimpse of her breasts that were being revealed through the thin fabric of a shirt.
“Melea,” he murmured gently and brushed his thumb against her collarbone.
“Yes Jordan?” she whispered, her breath caught from the gesture.
“You know how I feel about you wearing thin shirts like that,” he teased her gently.
“Maybe I wore it… just for you,” she whispered and straddled his lap before claiming his lips with hers again.
He groaned as her hips brushed against his crotch that was beginning to harden. She would be the death of him.
Pushing her onto the desk, he pulled open her shirt and began assaulting her breast
s that had only been held within the strained cotton.
“No bra,” he mused and slid his fingers along her skirt before feeling her swollen wet lips, “and no panties. My, my, what has gotten into you today?” he kissed her briefly and slid his mouth over her breasts.
Melea groaned and fumbled to unbuckle his pants, needing to feel him inside her before they did anything else today.
Sensing her need, he undid his fly and pulled his throbbing cock out for her to stroke a few moments. He threw his head back and groaned as she pumped him before sliding his tip up against her wet entrance.
“Do it,” she grunted as he slammed into her and began sucking on her dark nipples while she gripped his hair.
“Yes Jordan,” she huffed, feeling herself getting closer as their skin slapped against the other. “Keep going!”
Jordan picked up speed and let out a growl from within as his bear threatened to reveal himself before he could finish making love to her.
‘Just one more minute,’ his mind begged as he shot his load into Melea and felt her quivering from his grasp.
Melea rested against the table, feeling the cool wood against her cheek. That had been the hottest sex she had ever had in her life!
“Melea,” Jordan’s voice was soft and cooing, “darling can I ask you something?”
She rose up and turned around so she could look into his eyes. There was something different about the way he was looking at her, almost like fear.
“What is it Jordan?” her voice was laced with anxiety as she waited for him to tell.
Taking her hands in his he kissed them gently and asked, “do you believe in love at first sight?”
She startled at the question and thought to herself whether she did or not. That seemed to only be in fairy tales and made up stories she had been told when younger… but that didn’t mean it couldn’t happen.
“If the two are strongly connected then maybe… why?” she whispered as Jordan knelt down and held her cheek in his hand.
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