The soft knock on his study door snapped him out of his thoughts.
He had been leaning back on his chair and he quickly straightened himself up. Was it Alice? Her knock was never this soft.
“Come in,” he called out and when the door opened, he saw Jo step delicately into the room. She was quick to turn and lock the door behind her.
“I wanted to have a word,” she said and in the dim light of the study, he saw her blue eyes looking icy cold. Her face was set firmly, and she was carrying herself stiffly. Despite all that, she looked sexy as Hell. His gaze dropped immediately to her breasts. Her silk blouse was like butter melting around her torso, her pale skin looked smooth and translucent in the dim light.
“Yes, that would be wise,” he said and Jo stepped towards him.
“Where is your mother?” he asked her and he watched as she tucked stray strands of red hair behind her ears. Her cheeks were still flushed and she was still trying to avoid his eyes; even though they were the only ones in the room.
“She said she was going to bed, that was forty-five minutes ago. I waited in my room and came here only when I could hear her snoring,” Jo said and stood beside the chair across from his desk.
Brandon took a sip of his whisky and then tipped the glass towards her.
“Drink?” he asked her and she shook her head. He saw how young she was, how they were decades apart in age. When he was with her though, he forgot about that. All he knew was that she was a woman who he was madly attracted to.
“I just want to talk,” she said and Brandon took in a deep breath.
“Jo, you should know, that I had no idea who you were,” he said and her plump lips pressed together. The lips he wanted to suck on, the mouth he wanted to pry open with his tongue. He jerked his face away from her, because looking at her was making him hard. He could already feel his cock reacting to her presence in the room.
“I believe you. It was just a horrible coincidence. I didn’t even know that mom had married again, leave alone married to you!” she said and he watched her lick her lips.
“Okay, so we can just leave it at that then? It was just a horrible coincidence?” he asked, and realized that his voice had turned hoarse. He hadn’t even expected to see her again, leave alone have this conversation with her.
Jo tucked in some imaginary hair behind her ears and turned her face to the carpet.
“Yes, I suppose we should,” she said.
Brandon stared at her through the silence that followed. She was still standing beside the chair, and the more he watched her, the more his cock grew in his pants. He wished she would just leave so that he could relieve himself. Now that he could never have her, fantasies of her would have to suffice.
Jo looked up at him suddenly and he noticed that her blue eyes had gotten wider.
“But…” she said and he studied her face intently.
“But?” he urged her on and Jo took a few steps around the desk. Brandon shifted in his chair, aware that she would be able to see the raging erection in his pants if she came any closer.
“But, I still want you, Brandon,” she said and he took in a deep breath.
“You ran away from me last night”
“I was being foolish. I thought that by running away, I could stop wanting you,” she replied, walking around the desk and closer to him now.
“I’ll leave then. First thing tomorrow morning,” he said firmly and their eyes met. Jo had walked closer to him. He knew she could see his boner, and for a few moments, she allowed her gaze to remain on his crotch. He didn’t even try to hide it anymore, what was the point?
“Do you want me too?” she asked and he felt like he was choking up.
“There is nothing more that I want right now, than you, Jo!” he said and she gulped.
In silence, he watched as she knelt down on the carpet and then got on her hands. He was still in shock as he saw her crawling towards him.
“Jo…” he breathed her name, as she came to a stop right at his knees. Her face was at level with his lap, she was craning her face up to look at him.
“Don’t say anything, Brandon, please. Just let me do this for you and then maybe we can move on,” she said and he knew he had no power in him to resist. She was the first woman he had met who had this kind of a hold on him, and he was helpless against it.
Chapter 13
Jolie parted her lips as she reached for the zip on Brandon’s tailored pants. He was sitting on his leather chair with his hands pressing down on the arms. She could see it in his eyes…that he knew this was a bad idea, but neither of them could help themselves.
She was slow with the zip and then proceeded to the patent leather belt. He helped her after that, to slide his pants down to the middle of his thighs.
Jolie felt her belly tighten when she laid eyes on his strong muscular thighs, with a light dusting of dark hair. She ran her fingertips over his thighs, and rejoiced in the feeling of his muscles tightening.
“Jo…” he breathed her name gruffly and reached for her hair. He was holding a bunch of her hair in his hands, keeping her face tilted up towards him.
“This shouldn’t be happening. I’m married to your mother,” he said in a deep guttural growl, like he was mad at himself. Before she could even respond to that, he had leaned forward and they were kissing.
This time the kiss was even wilder. Like they were two caged animals who were suddenly let free. His tongue pushed into her mouth and she sucked on it. His grip on her hair tightened and within seconds, Jolie could feel herself getting out of breath.
She parted from him forcefully, and their lips smacked. He was breathing just as hard as she was.
Dragging her gaze away from him, she reached for his cock. Slowly, she pulled it out from the gap in his briefs. This was the first time she was seeing Brandon Calloway’s cock and she tried to hide the gasp that escaped her lips.
He was a big man, which was something to be expected given that he was at least a foot taller than her. His cock was thick and large, with angry desperate veins on the sides and a smooth velvety tip. He grunted when she pulled it out, taking a few seconds to stare at it…to fully admire him.
“Jo, you’re killing me,” she heard him say and then he sat back in his chair with a thud.
Jolie felt her mouth water as she parted her lips again. Never before had she wanted a man’s cock this badly in her mouth. She wanted to feel powerful, she wanted to make him helpless.
Slowly, she brought her lips closer to his cock and then stuck her tongue out. Her tongue gently grazed the tip of his cock and he grunted again. She felt a thrill run down her spine. This powerful billionaire, who was married to her mother, was like putty in her hands. She now had complete control over him and it made her feel invincible.
With her mouth still open wide, slowly she took him in. He moved forward in the chair with a jerk and caught a hold of her hair again.
“Fuck, Jo! Your mouth is amazing,” he growled as she slid his cock as deep down her throat as she could. It didn’t go very far, because she nearly gagged. He was too big for her. She slid him out but now, Brandon wanted more.
He pulled her back towards his cock with a jerk, slipping himself into her mouth again and Jolie knew that he was a goner. She tried to stretch the muscles of her throat as he started to pump his cock into her mouth. He was grunting with every thrust, his grip tight on her hair as he moved his hips.
His chair creaked and she held on to his knees while he maneuvered her. His cock slid in and out of her mouth and she could feel her eyes watering from the force. But nothing had made her feel this powerful before. Nothing had made her feel more connected to a man before this.
“This is insane. Fuck!” he cried out and pulled his cock out of her mouth abruptly. He was going to come.
She turned her face up at him as he stood up from the chair with a jerk, stroking his cock furiously.
“Come on me, Brandon, please come on me,” she purred and looked
up at him with her wide blue eyes. She could see his face turning a deep red, his hands moving wildly up and down his cock and then he burst.
His cum came shooting out of his cock and landed on her face. Jolie felt herself shiver, her skin covered in goosebumps as he emptied himself on her. He was powerless in those moments, completely under her control and she couldn’t help herself but smile.
When he was done, Brandon sat back down on his chair with a thump. He was panting hard, his forehead covered in a film of sweat.
“Fuck!” he growled and reached over his desk to slide out a huge clump of tissue paper from a box. He handed it to her and Jolie wiped her face with them. She thrilled at the feel of his stickiness on her face.
“Jo…” he said her name breathlessly, as she stood up from the carpet.
She turned to him with her eyes burning.
“Don’t worry, it won’t happen again. I just wanted you to come for me, and now we can move on from this madness,” she said and dropped the clump of tissues into his wastepaper basket.
Brandon didn’t say anything. He seemed to still be recovering from his orgasm.
“I’ll leave for New York in the morning,” she told him and then turning on her heels, she walked to the door and left the room.
Outside in the dark corridor, Jolie leaned against the cool wall for a moment, to just catch a breath. She had just lied to him. She knew that moving on was not going to be easy, if she could manage it at all.
Chapter 14
Brandon woke up with a jerk, with fantasies of Jo still running through his head. He hadn’t slept well, in fact, he hadn’t slept at all the previous night. He had stayed awake all night, staring at the ceiling and wondering what Jo was doing. About what they had done. And about how he was going to fix his relationship with Alice now. How was he going to look into her eyes without wishing that it was her daughter instead?
When he looked at the clock, he realized that he’d been in bed longer than usual. It was nine already. Had Jo left?
He rushed into the shower, changed and trimmed his beard before walking down the spiral staircase. At the landing, he heard the distinct voice of Alice in the dining room. She was speaking to someone and with his heart thudding in his chest; Brandon walked into the room, hoping that it was Jo she was talking to. He wasn’t ready to let her go yet.
Jo and Alice were having breakfast at the table, and when he walked in, Alice leapt off her chair to rush to him and plant a kiss on his cheek.
“Did you sleep well, honey? Have you gotten used to the bed yet?” she asked and pulled out a chair for him at the head of the table.
Brandon sat down, sensing his muscles stiffen as he got a whiff of Jo’s perfume. She was spreading butter on a piece of toast and hadn’t looked at him yet.
“I was quite comfortable, thank you,” he said and their housekeeper came over to pour some orange juice into a glass for him.
“Good morning, Jolie. Hope you slept well too,” he said, facing her directly now. She finally looked up at him, and he noticed that her eyes looked slightly bloodshot.
“Yes, I slept well, thank you,” she replied and took a bite of her toast.
“So, little miss busy pants here was trying to make a smooth exit before she even had a chance to say goodbye to you,” Alice interrupted his staring, and Brandon turned to his wife again.
“That’s all right, I wouldn’t have been offended. I can imagine that Jolie has work to get back to. We shouldn’t hold her back,” he said, in as neutral a voice as he could muster.
“What work could she possibly have to go back to? Tomorrow is Saturday!” Alice cackled, and then munched noisily on her toast.
“I work on the weekends, mom,” Jo interrupted them and Alice rolled her eyes at her daughter.
“It doesn’t matter. I haven’t seen you in so long, and now it feels like we’re starting over, you know?” Alice said and then reached for her daughter’s hand over the table. Brandon wasn’t sure what Alice meant by that, but he had always got the feeling that mother and daughter hadn’t exactly been on good terms before.
“Sure, mom,” Jo said and smiled weakly at her mother.
“Anyway,” Alice extracted her hand back when Jo didn’t offer to hold it. “Now, since I have both of you here at the same time, I thought I’d organize a party tonight,” she added.
“A party?” Brandon nearly choked on his orange juice. He didn’t know anyone in Boston, other than business associates.
“Yes, with my friends. Everyone’s been so curious to meet my new husband, and I’m sure they’ll love to see you again, honey,” Alice was talking excitedly, and Brandon could see that her daughter didn’t share her enthusiasm.
“I really have to get back, mom,” she said and Alice waved a hand in the air.
“Just one night, Jolie. Stay tonight, meet everybody and then you can leave tomorrow,” Alice said and stood up from her chair to go around to her daughter.
Alice had wrapped her arms around Jolie’s neck now, and she finally looked at Brandon again. Their eyes met, and he knew that she was nervous. What happened the previous night had scared her, just like it had scared him.
It meant that no matter what the consequences, they couldn’t control themselves around each other.
“I’m going to invite all our old crew. They wouldn’t believe it if they walked into this place!” Alice was laughing as she tightened her grip around her daughter’s neck like a noose.
“Tell me you’ll stay, honey,” she pleaded and finally, Jo nodded her head.
“Just tonight, mom. I’m going to book my flights for tomorrow morning,” she said and Alice clapped her hands excitedly.
“This is so exciting! Half of them don’t even believe that I’m married to you, Bran. They saw you in the Forbes magazine and have been gushing ever since!” Alice returned to her chair and her toast.
Brandon passed her a half smile and concentrated on the eggs on his plate.
One more evening with Jo, one more evening of trying to control himself around the woman who was capable of bringing him to his knees.
“I’m going to spend the day out,” he heard her say and he looked up to find Jo getting up from her chair. Clearly, she wanted to reduce as many chances of them bumping into each other as she could.
“Buy something nice for tonight, honey. Bran will pay for it,” Alice said to Jo as she was walking out of the room, but her daughter stopped in her tracks. She turned to her mother with her eyes narrowed, the tops of her cheeks red with fury.
“I don’t need him to pay for anything, mom. Brandon is not my father,” she snapped and then she was gone.
Brandon said nothing, and Alice clucked her tongue after Jo had left.
“I don’t know what I have to do to please that girl,” Alice’s voice had taken on a sour tone and she crunched on her toast some more.
Brandon looked up from his plate and fixed a glare at his wife. He couldn’t hold back the anger that was coursing through his veins on behalf of Jo.
“You don’t need to please her, Alice. Just be there for her,” he said and she rolled her eyes at him.
Chapter 15
Jolie had managed to stay out of the house for the rest of the day. She hadn’t been back in Boston in five years, ever since she left her mother’s home. She’d spent the day out shopping and trying to keep herself distracted from thoughts of Brandon.
But everywhere she went, she wished that he was there with her. She felt this overpowering need of wanting to show him the sights of her hometown. She wanted to hear him speak in his deep smooth voice. She found herself wishing that they could hold hands, that they could take a walk in the park, that she could find out who he really was…as a human being. But that was never going to be possible. He had already picked her mother.
At six, she was returning back to their house and as she walked down the driveway, she saw a black Audi pull in. Brandon stepped out as she approached him, and she felt her feet stop mov
ing.
She knew she was going to see him again when she returned, but she hadn’t prepared herself enough for it.
He banged the door of the car shut and then remained standing where he was. Jolie tried to walk past him, but he had caught hold of her wrist and she had no other choice but to stop in her tracks.
“Jo, we need to talk,” he said gruffly and she tried to wring her hand free from his grip. He let her hand go and she stepped away from him.
“What is there to talk about?” she hissed and looked about her nervously. If her mom was at the window looking out, she would see them standing together and talking…which might appear strange since technically they were two people who had never met each other before.
“We need to talk about how we’re going to do this thing,” Brandon said and she noticed again, how handsome he was. His beard was neat and speckled with gray, which added a wise feature to his face. His green eyes were intelligent and deep. Every time she looked into them, Jolie felt like she was drowning.
“Do you mean how are we going to conduct ourselves around each other? Don’t worry, Brandon, we won’t be seeing each other that often. My mother and I don’t exactly share a working relationship. I won’t be visiting for Thanksgiving or Christmas if that’s what you’re worried about,” she said and crossed her arms over her breasts.
She knew she sounded mad. She wasn’t angry with him, she was angry with herself and furious at the situation. For the first time, in several years, she had actually felt a connection with someone…which went beyond just the sex. And the Universe was making sure that it couldn’t lead to anything. She shouldn’t have left New York!
She shouldn’t have gone on this stupid vacation!
Brandon seemed to understand. His eyes were soft and his expression was kind. He wasn’t blaming her for taking her anger out on him. Instead, he stuck his hands into the pockets of his pants and clenched his jaw.
“Okay, I just don’t want to put you out. Alice will expect me to spend Thanksgiving and Christmas with her, of course,” he said and Jolie felt hot tears pricking the backs of her eyelids. So, this is what it had come to…a form of business negotiation. They were going to have to schedule themselves around each other, so they didn’t bump in.
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