But when it came to Joanna, however…
Something just felt different, and frankly, I was afraid to contemplate it too much for fear that I would have to face a realization I wasn’t ready to acknowledge.
After changing out of my work clothes, I grabbed myself a beer and settled down on my couch, trying unsuccessfully to push Joanna from my mind. But naturally, I had no such luck. I kept thinking about her soft skin and curly hair. Her tasty lips. Her scent. Her gorgeous gray eyes and the sound of her voice. Her small but supple body in my arms…
Resigning, I grabbed my cell phone, my fingers automatically scrolling through my list of contacts for her name.
“Hello?”
My cock throbbed at the simple sound of her voice on the other line.
“Hey Joanna,” I said.
There was a brief pause before she spoke again. “Hi, Anderson.”
“I was just thinking about you,” I said. “Um…are you busy?”
“No, not exactly.”
“Would you like to come over for dinner at my place? I can cook up something for us.”
There was another pause, this one a little longer than the first one. “Sure,” she finally said.
“Okay, see you in a little bit then.”
“All right.”
She was first to hang up the phone. I remained sitting on the couch for a moment though, getting the distinct feeling that something was wrong, but not quite being able to figure out what. I thought back to seeing Joanna in the office that morning. She had looked right at me, giving me a sexy and sly grin that had practically set my body on fire. Yet we kept our distance from each other for the rest of the day. In hindsight though, I recalled catching glimpses of her throughout the day, and noting how her mood seemed to steadily sour. I had initially chalked it up to the day being extremely busy for all of us, for it had been the kind of day that could make even the calmest person’s head spin, let alone a new employee.
But what if that hadn’t been the problem at all? What if it was something else?
I’d spent so much time worrying about how wrong it was for me to entertain thoughts of sleeping with my best friend’s sister, but how did it feel from her end? Was it possible that she had even more reservations than I did, considering that she was messing around with the best friend of her brother?
Tobias was like family to me, but he literally was family to her.
She agreed to come over though, I reminded myself. That has to mean she’s willing…
I stood from the couch and headed to the kitchen, figuring that with Joanna being on her way, I would soon know how she truly felt. So for the time being, there was no need for me to stress about it. All I could do was start preparing the dinner I had promised her.
When I opened the door to find Joanna standing on the other side, my lips curved into a smile that I couldn’t hold back. She looked up at me and grinned.
“Hey,” she said.
“Hey,” I said, stepping forward to wrap my arms around her in a hug. She slowly wrapped her arms around me, returning the hug and squeezing me around my middle as I lowered my lips to kiss her forehead and then moved aside, permitting her entrance.
“Mmmm,” she said as I closed the door behind her. “Smells good.”
“Thanks.”
“What are we having?”
“I hope you’re a fan of spaghetti.”
“I sure am,” she said, smiling and pulling off her jacket. She had changed out of her work clothes, now wearing a nice pair of jeans and a flowing blouse that her lovely figure still managed to show through.
“Great. Let’s dig in.”
* * *
“That was delicious,” Joanna said, wiping the corners of her mouth with her napkin. I stared at her lips, wanting nothing more than to pounce across the table to kiss them.
“Thank you,” I said.
She picked up her plate and stood.
“No, I got it,” I said, reaching for her plate. She smiled and handed it over while I proceeded to clear the table.
Cleaning the dishes in the kitchen, I couldn’t deny feeling the awkwardness I suddenly felt between me and Joanna. Although dinner had been a success, I knew there was something on Joanna’s mind that she wasn’t letting me in on. She had been somewhat distracted throughout the whole meal as I tried to engage her with chit-chat. It bothered me, but I didn’t want to press the issue; I didn’t want to force anything out of her until she was ready to tell me on her own.
After cleaning our plates, I searched through my cabinet, finding a bottle of wine that I’d been saving for a special occasion and figuring it was a good time to finally pop it open.
I retrieved two wine glasses and returned to the living room, where Joanna was still seated at the table, staring off into oblivion. She didn’t look up until she heard the clink of the wine glasses as I sat them on the table.
“It’s been a long day,” I said. “Mind having a drink with me?”
Joanna gave me a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’d love to,” she said, watching me pop the cork. I poured generous portions into each of the glasses and handed one over to her. Taking the other and raising it into the air, Joanna followed my lead.
“To getting away from one hell of a day at the office,” I said.
“Here, here,” Joanna said, clinking her glass against mine.
We sipped our wine and then headed to the couch, where I turned on the TV and flipped through the channels to find a movie.
Joanna sighed and rested her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her, squeezing her gently to my side. “Is everything all right?” I asked after a moment. “You seem a bit distracted tonight.”
“More like I could use a distraction,” she said. She turned her head to look at me, and then planted a kiss on my cheek. “Thank you for inviting me over, Anderson.”
“No, thank you for coming over. I almost didn’t think you would…Um…Tobias, does he know?”
“No,” Joanna said, not giving me a chance to finish the sentence. “I just told him I was going out for fresh air.”
“Oh, okay,” I said, although I thought her excuse sounded too feeble. “Just out of curiosity, how do you think he would react to…us?”
Joanna sighed. “No idea. I don’t think I’m ready to find out anytime soon though. I mean unless you want to tell him?”
“Not a chance,” I said with a chuckle. “It can wait.”
“Right.” Joanna placed her hand on my thigh. “Anderson?”
“Huh?”
“What exactly are we doing here?”
“I don’t know,” I said after a brief pause. “We’re just doing what seems natural, I guess. I mean…just taking things one day at a time, right?”
“I guess.” Her expression grew distant once again. She was becoming more and more of a mystery to me.
Had she wanted me to give a more definitive answer? Did I even have one? It was the kind of thought I just didn’t want to contemplate too much just yet. I simply wanted to enjoy whatever Joanna and I had, right then and there, not worried by what would happen in the future.
I glanced down at her, seeing that she was staring at the television, although I got the impression she wasn’t really watching it. I tightened my arm around her, letting my hand rub against her waist, and then toy with the hemline of her blouse. When she didn’t object, I slowly slid my hand under her shirt. She arched her back and looked at me again.
I stared into her gray eyes, my body heating with desire for her. I didn’t want to pressure her though, especially if she was having second thoughts about what had happened between us the previous night. “Do you want to stay here for a while longer, or are you ready to leave?” I asked, removing my hand from under her shirt.
She raised her eyebrows. “Do you want me to leave?”
I shook my head. “No, not at all. But it’s up to you.”
“Then I’m not ready to leave…” her voice trailed off a
s she slowly lifted her head from my shoulder. She stared into my eyes for a moment, and then inched closer to me.
I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of her soft lips pressing against mine. She rose to her knees and straddled me. I wrapped my arms around her waist again, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss.
Every ounce of self-restraint I had crumbled at the sound of the low moan coming from her throat.
Our situation was complicated, and I had no idea how it was going to end. But in that moment, I didn’t care. We could figure it out later.
CHAPTER 10
Joanna
I ground against Anderson, becoming pliable under his hands. This was exactly what I needed after Zander’s phone call. I needed this distraction. I needed Anderson’s nearness so I would forget that maybe Zander’s words weren’t an empty threat as I had thought.
When Anderson called me, I was too close to rejecting him. I was already down in the dumps, ready to spend the rest of my evening in my bed, so I wasn’t sure if I actually wanted his company. After realizing that Zander wasn’t going to give up on me that easily after all, everything went downhill, and I had no idea what I was going to do.
In the end, spending time with Anderson was a good idea. I didn’t want to drag him into my mess with Zander, but it was difficult to resist him when he looked so good and made me feel so safe. And when our eyes met just a couple of seconds ago, everything clicked. I wanted him, and I wasn’t going to let anyone get in between us—especially not that bastard Zander.
Anderson thrust his tongue into my mouth, and heat spread through me, his passionate kiss slowly erasing the residues of today’s bitter feelings. I responded immediately, pushing my hands underneath his shirt to feel his skin. Once more, I was amazed with his sheer strength, and my pussy pulsated in response. He was perfect in every way.
Tonight, he was all mine.
“What are you doing to me?” he muttered huskily.
I pulled his shirt off and spread my fingers all over his chest, leaning to his neck. I left a line of wet kisses over it, enjoying his grunts of pleasure, just as his hands slipped under my shirt and reached the clasp of my bra, quick to undress me. I straightened myself up to let him take my blouse off along with my bra, reveling in his eyes on me.
“I can’t take my eyes off of you.”
His words and the way he looked at me induced some indescribable feeling that was unlike anything I had felt with him so far. It went beyond attraction or this intensified lust, but I had no time to pinpoint it because his hands moved to my breasts, doing exactly what I desired.
Never taking his eyes off my breasts, he rubbed my nipples with his thumbs, and juices poured out of my mound, soaking my panties. My nipples rose to meet him, hardening under his sensual touch.
“Yes, Anderson.”
His mouth landed on my nipple, wrapping around it greedily, and my breath hitched in my throat. I threaded my fingers through his hair, rubbing myself against his rigid cock, needing this friction to soothe the fast throbbing of my core.
I lowered my hand to his crotch and palmed it. “Take off your jeans,” I told him.
He didn’t waste time doing it, getting rid of the rest of his clothes in no time. I got to my knees in between his widespread legs and brought my mouth to the head of his cock.
“Now it’s my turn to taste you,” I told him, our gazes fixed.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head when my lips connected with his cock, a hiss leaving his mouth. “Joanna…”
He fisted his hands when I took his whole size into my mouth, surprised I was able to do so. I was surprised myself. Since he was long and thick, I had wondered if I was going to be able to take it all inside. His widened eyes now looked at me in awe, and my insides warmed.
I moved slowly at first then more quickly, relishing in the power I had over him. His hands pressed into my head and led me up and down, suggesting the tempo he needed, and I added my tongue into play.
“You’re so good.” Another curse escaped his lips before he brought me up to my feet. “Let’s take this to my bedroom.”
He ushered me into his bedroom and closed the door, giving me a once-over that brought blush to my cheeks. “Those jeans are not needed at the moment.”
He closed the distance between us and slammed his lips against mine, his hands working on the zipper of my jeans in frenzy. In a matter of seconds, I was completely naked, our bodies molding against each other perfectly as our lips danced together.
“Now it’s my time to pleasure you,” he said into my lips, our quick breaths mixing together. “On all fours,” he told me, pointing at the edge of his king size bed.
I felt flutters in my stomach as I did what I was told, impatient to feel his mouth on me. He knelt on the floor right behind me and grabbed my butt, bringing his mouth right to my clit.
“Oh…” My loud moan ripped through the air, followed by a series of grunts when he started sucking me. I fisted my hands on the sheets, writhing against him. “Anderson… Don’t stop. It’s so good.”
My words spurred him to suck me faster, right before he brought his fingers to my hole. He pushed two digits inside, penetrating me fully at once.
“Yes!” I screamed and started rocking my hips back and forth, rather restless.
He fingered me fast, bringing sweet pleasure that spread everywhere in me. My juices trickled down my thighs as his fingers increased their pace, joined by another digit. My mind was in a daze, my world clouding with the upcoming orgasm. He was too good, and I was quickly growing addicted to this. I was growing addicted to him.
“Come,” he ordered me. “Come right now.” His lips pressed roughly against my throbbing clitoris, which pushed me over the edge.
“Anderson!”
Gripping the sheets through my climax, I was barely able to breathe as my whole body convulsed.
He licked the juices off my thighs. “I just love your taste, Joanna. Come on. Let’s make you come one more time.”
“I can’t believe this. It feels amazing. Ah…”
I rocked my hips hard when I neared a new orgasm, feeling rapturous. I called his name again and again as his mouth worked on my clit, sucking it deliciously, and I came violently.
“Anderson! Yes!”
I screamed into the sheets, my legs shuddering, feeling a high like never before. He moved to grab a condom from his nightstand and sheathed himself with it.
“Don’t move. I want to take you from behind,” he told me.
His hands felt my ass, his loving touch a prelude to his hard penetration. Holding my hips in place, he impaled me on his cock, sending his whole size into me right away.
“This is something else,” he muttered behind me and started moving, our ragged breaths mixing together. “Your pussy is so tight and soft, and I can’t get enough of it.”
Soon he picked up his pace, and everything else stopped to exist but this man right here and these things he created in me. He managed to erase all bad feelings and fill the space with lust, pleasure, and bliss, each thrust hard and rewarding.
My heart threatened to burst when he flipped me around and placed my legs over his shoulders, entering me deeper than ever before. Our eyes locked, silently communicating with each other as he pounded into me like he was chasing something—something that was almost there but not quite yet.
“You’re beautiful.” His wrapped his fingers around my breast and kneaded it, bringing his other hand to my mound. “I never felt this way before.” His thumb rubbed my clit in circles, pushing me closer to an orgasm.
“Please,” I begged him.
“Please, what?”
“Make me come.”
“Always.”
A few moments later, I was riding on another wave of high, my vision blurred, and he followed, pushing himself to the brim before he stilled.
None of us said a word for a while, our warm bodies doing the talking instead.
CHAPTER 11
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sp; Joanna
I woke up with a start when I felt something warm on my nipple. I wasn’t even aware of when I had dozed off, but ecstasy replaced my brief confusion when I found Anderson kissing my skin.
“What are you doing?” I muttered.
“It seems that I really can’t get enough of you. Come on. Let’s take a shower together.”
He led me to his huge bathroom with a shower and a tub and went straight for the shower. He pulled me under the current of the hot water, which felt more than amazing, energizing me.
“Since you’ve been a little tense, I wanted to do this for you.” He turned me around and took the shower gel, but instead of just rubbing it on my skin before rinsing, he started massaging me.
“Oh, that is…” I purred, closing my eyes when he pressed the spot that was extremely tense.
“Good?”
“Amazing.”
He let out a low chuckle. “Just relax and let me take care of you.”
He continued his massage, but then his touch turned sensual, stirring fire in me that begged to be doused. He began soaping me, his fingers sliding over my pussy and chest skillfully, and I couldn’t wait to get him inside of me.
I faced him and took the soap. “Now it’s my turn.”
I went over every plane and crevice of his body before we rinsed each other, ready to be taken right here and now.
“Anderson?”
“Hm?”
“Make love to me.”
He picked me up and pressed me against the tiles, probing my entrance with his rock-hard manhood. His lips pressed against mine when he started moving, giving me exactly what I had yearned for.
“I love how wet you are. Always wet and ready for me.”
I dug my fingers into his shoulders, responding to the sensations he evoked in my body. He rammed into me fast, never looking away from me, and I felt something I hadn’t in a long time. This was more than sex. This was something else entirely, but before I could determine what this was, he gave me another orgasm, wiping off all my thoughts.
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