by Roxy Sloane
JJ frowns. “What do you mean, she trapped you?”
“I mean, I never should have married her.” I exhale in frustration. Even now, two years later, the memory fills me with bitterness. JJ doesn’t look like she’s about to bolt anymore, so I release her, leaning over the balcony and taking a deep breath.
“We met in London, at some club,” I explain. “I’d only been back in the country a couple of months. After my father died, I was so angry, so lost. I had all that responsibility I didn’t want. People depending on me. So I went a little crazy. Drinking, partying, out with old college friends. It was just a way to let off steam: the booze and the clubs. And the women,” I add grimly.
I’m not proud. I fucked around. I was desperate for distraction, any way to forget the future that had been ripped away from me.
The woman waiting back in LA who seemed a million miles away.
“I met Beatrice out one night, friends of friends.” I shook my head. “She seemed sweet. Fun. So we started going out. It wasn’t serious, at least, not to me. I didn’t realize she’d got her hooks in and wasn’t about to let go. Not for anything.”
JJ looks angry. “You shouldn’t talk about her like that. I met her. She really loves you.”
“She loves my money,” I say bluntly. “Being Mrs. Ashton Pierce; the doors it opened, the status she had. Believe me…” I let out a hollow laugh. “But that’s later. Like I said, everything was just meaningless distraction, until she told me she was pregnant.”
JJ gasps.
“Yes, that was my reaction,” I sigh, remembering the night she told me. It felt like the walls were closing in: all hopes of ever seeing Justine again disappearing down the drain.
“What did you do?” JJ whispers.
“What do you think?”
“You married her,” she sighs. “Of course, you’d do the right thing.”
I nod. “I said I’d be a father, provide for them both. I thought she might have regrets too, after all, she barely knew me either, but then she turned around and started planning the biggest, splashiest wedding you could ever imagine. I should have guessed it then, that was all she really wanted from me.”
“You looked so happy in your wedding photos.” JJ looks distressed. I remember Bea’s already worked her charm.
“You can’t believe a word that woman says.” I feel a shard of rage. “I did, and I paid the price. Two, three months after the wedding, she told me she miscarried the baby.”
JJ gasps. I continue, “The thing is, she wouldn’t let me take her to the hospital or try to find out what went wrong. She wasn’t upset. She acted as if nothing had even happened. But I was worried. I checked with her doctors. It turns out she was never pregnant to begin with.”
“No,” JJ whispers.
“Yes.” I grit my teeth. “It was all bullshit from the start. I moved out that night, initiated divorce proceedings, but legally, we had to be separated for a year before I could file. And in the meantime… she did everything she could to make me stay. She even threatened to kill herself,” I add, hollow. “Picked up a knife and tried to slash her wrists right in front of me. I had her admitted to the hospital, but her family got her out. They may be broke, but they’re old aristocracy. Kept everything hush hush. But I couldn’t stay there a minute longer. That’s when I went to LA.”
I feel movement beside me, and then JJ is there. Standing close enough to touch. I grip the railing to keep from grabbing her. Burying myself in her slick tightness, blocking out the past. Fucking it all away.
“You could have called. I would have understood,” JJ says.
“No. Do you know how hard it was, being in the same city as you?” I demand. “I thought I saw you on every street. I nearly called you a hundred times. But I couldn’t pull you into all of that. I had to sort everything out myself.” I exhale, frustrated. “I just wanted to see you again. Feel the way I always felt when we were together.” I turn and look at her. “You were always the best fucking part of me.”
Her eyes soften.
“Don’t you see? I couldn’t drag you into the mess of my marriage,” I tell her, pleading. “You have to understand. I waited until she couldn’t fight me anymore. The day my divorce became final, I got on the plane and came here to find you. To take you. Because you belong to me, JJ. You always have. And I belong to you.”
There’s hesitation in JJ’s eyes, a question there, but I can’t hold back a moment longer.
“Ash—”
I pull her to me, claiming her mouth hard and fast.
JJ melts against me. Fuck, she feels so good. Her lush curves are poured into the slinky black gown, and I can’t stop myself from clutching her to me, palming her ripe breasts, grinding my hard cock against her hips.
She moans against my mouth. Fuck, I need her so badly.
JJ pulls back, flushed and gasping. “Wait—“ she says, but I kiss her again. I’ve waited long enough, years without her, and now I’m never leaving her again.
“Ash,” she pushes at my chest, breathing hard. “What will you do? Bea’s here. She’s clearly not about to walk away.”
“I don’t give a fuck what she does,” I growl, sliding my hands over JJ’s tight ass and squeezing hard. “I’ve given her enough of my life. Now, I only want one thing. You.”
JJ’s eyes flash bright. I’ve seen that look a dozen times. I know, she wants me too. Right now.
Without another word, I spin her around and push her against the balcony railing. I cover her body with mine, thrusting against her ass.
JJ gasps, arching back against me.
I slide my hands around her body, squeezing and rolling her tight little nipples through her dress until she moans. I reach lower between her thighs, rubbing against her clit in precise strokes. “I told you,” I groan in her ear, so fucking hard it hurts. “Nobody will ever fuck you like me. I know you, darling, I know every filthy fantasy. Every secret desire.”
JJ twists her head to me, her eyes wild with lust. “So what am I thinking?” she demands. “Tell me, what do I want?”
“My cock buried in that wet pussy,” I growl, yanking her dress up. In the dark out here, nobody can see us. We’re totally hidden in the shadows on the edge of the balcony.
She grinds back against me. “So do it,” she demands. “Fuck me like only you can.”
I don’t need another invitation. I push her dress up around her waist and yank down her panties. She’s so slick against my hand, her hot cunt drenched and ready for me. I circle her clit again until she’s sobbing, and then nudge her thighs aside.
Bent over the balcony, she’s at my mercy. But fuck, the way I need her right now, she’s the one in charge.
I slam into her hard.
JJ cries out.
“Shh,” I clamp a hand over her mouth. “Not a sound,” I growl, thrusting up inside her again until I’m balls-deep in the tightest pussy on earth. She moans, driving back against me, so fucking good. “You don’t want someone to find us, do you?”
JJ whimpers softer, then bites down on my fingers. Wildcat. I thrust again, pounding her from behind. She finds my rhythm, matching every stroke. I’m close to the fucking edge here, every plunge of my cock setting me on fire.
Nobody’s ever been like her. No one’s ever come close.
I pull out. JJ makes a noise of protest, but I hush her. “My filthy girl,” I croon in her ear, swiping my fingers through her drenched juices, and trailing back up her ass crack. “I think you want more. I think it’s time I claimed that ass of yours, right here, where anyone could see.”
Her body goes still with shock, but I feel the rush of wetness from her cunt. That’s my girl.
I bend her deeper, nudging one slick finger into her most private channel, and she groans as I slide it in. She grips the balcony, and drives back against my hand.
“You like it,” I growl, so fucking turned on. She’s perfect. Goddamn.
“More,” JJ’s voice demands.
Blood
y hell.
I withdraw my finger, and line up my cock against her ass. I’m so hard, I don’t think I’ll fit, but as I slowly press inside of her, JJ’s tight knot of muscle gives way and finally I thrust deep, making her gasp.
“Ash,” she whispers.
Then she rocks back into me, wanting more.
Fuck.
I lose all conscious thought. The only thing in the world is the tight grip off her asshole and the dirty, thick thrust of my cock.
JJ’s body slowly relaxes. She lets out a moan.
“Good, baby?”
She moans again.
Good.
I pull back, then thrust again, fire blazing in my blood. I find a rhythm, and then she’s sobbing out loud, driving back against me, impaling her ass even deeper on my cock. I ram harder, and she screams in pleasure. “Yes!” she cries.
I gag her with my hand again. Even if someone walked in on us now, I couldn’t stop. I’m not stopping for anything. I find her clit with my hand again, rubbing in time with my strokes. Her whole body is shuddering, clenched tight as I pound her gorgeous ass.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I’m losing it, so fucking close to the edge of the world, but I hold on, force myself to keep it together long enough to give her clit another swift, deep rub.
And then JJ shatters against me with a strangled cry, her body convulsing on my cock, her ass milking me dry.
I come in a spurt of oblivion, rushing hot and fast. I clutch her tight to me, and know, now that I’ve claimed every part of her – her mouth, her cunt, her ass—I’m never letting her go.
She’s mine now. This woman will always be mine.
CHAPTER TWENTY
JUSTINE
We spend the next fifteen hours in bed, making up for lost time.
“Get back here,” Ash teases, grabbing for me when I finally slide out.
I bat his hands away, laughing. “Time out! I need to get back to the apartment and change before dinner tonight.”
“You have a dress right here. Somewhere.” Ash looks around at the wreckage of his bedroom. We must have fucked against every surface. Now the place is a mess.
“That’s a ball gown,” I smile, going to his closet. “You’re just lucky I left some things here before we went to the Hamptons, otherwise I’d be doing the walk of shame in six inch heels.”
I pull on one of his shirts and a pair of my jeans. I don’t know where my underwear is, but it doesn’t matter: Ash ripped my panties to shreds.
I smile at the memory. That was fun.
“Stay.” Ash crosses the room and slides his hands around me. His lips whisper in my ear. “I’ll have someone deliver fresh clothing. Anything you want. I’ll go out of my mind not touching you.”
“You’ll survive.” I duck away, teasing. “Just think, one whole hour without me. You’ll be just about ready to explode.”
Ash gives me a dark look. “Yes, I will. Right down your tight throat.”
I bite my lip. Part of me wants to drop to my knees right now. We’ve been fucking like animals all day, but still, I can’t get enough.
“I’ll be worth the wait,” I promise, dropping a kiss on his lips. “Come pick me up. Keely has been texting nonstop, she’s so excited for us to double-date.”
“I’m looking forward to it.” Ash smiles. “I want to get to know your friends. Especially if I’m going to be seeing more of them with you in New York…”
“I didn’t say I was taking the job yet!” I protest. I told Ash all about the offer from Lucia. He was thrilled for me, but I still haven’t decided for sure.
“What’s to think about?” He begins unbuttoning my shirt again. “You, me, New York …”
His mouth closes around my naked breast, and I moan.
“Maybe I can stay a little longer…”
One hour and three epic orgasms later, I finally head back to the apartment. It’s such a gorgeous afternoon, I have the cab drop me off a few blocks before and walk the rest of the way.
Is it just my sex haze making everything seem brighter, or is New York a really fucking awesome city?
I look around at the bustling streets and skyscrapers looming overhead, and imagine myself living here. Meeting Keely for lunch, dropping by all these designer stores to shop, seeing Ash every morning…
Fucking Ash every night.
It’s tempting as hell, but something is still holding me back. I’ve never been one of those girls to rearrange her whole life around her man. But giving up my career back in LA and moving my whole life out here?
It’s a big move. Major.
And what if things don’t work out with Ash?
I know I want to be with him, and he swears I’m the only one, but all the drama with his lies and ex-wife are still fresh wounds. I need time to process it all, learn to trust him for real this time.
But the clock is ticking on Lucia diLorenzo’s offer. I need to figure out my future—and fast.
I reach the lobby of Keely’s apartment block, still thinking hard.
“Ms. Jenkins,” the doorman calls after me. “Delivery for you. It just came. I was about to run it up.”
“I can take it,” I smile as he lifts a package from behind the desk. It’s a large, flat box wrapped up with a red ribbon.
I take it and head for the elevators. I wonder for a moment if it’s another surprise from Ash, but the box is navy blue, not like the other gifts. I rattle it, curious, but just hear a rustle.
I wait until I’m in the apartment before eagerly untying the ribbon and opening the box. Tissue paper is layered in crisp folds. My excitement grows when I find a Lucia diLorenzo tag. They must have sent a gift over to help me decide!
I lift out the dress and hold it up.
I stop.
Something’s wrong. The silk is shredded in ribbons, jagged angry cuts. It’s destroyed.
Who did this?
I shiver, checking the box again, but there’s no note. Nothing to hint at who sent it.
What kind of sick joke it this?
My phone buzzes. It’s Keely again. ‘Reservations booked! Can’t wait to meet Ash.’
I check the time. We’re meeting them soon. I stuff the ruined dress back in the box, and decide to worry about it later. I can ask the doorman who delivered it. Maybe he has a return name or address.
Putting it aside, I quickly shower and change. I’m just zipping up my sleek sheath dress when the door buzzer goes off and my phone rings—a number from the law office back in LA.
“Hello?”
“Justine, it’s Peyton.”
I lodge the phone under my ear and go answer the door. It’s Ash. I cover the phone with my hand. “Sorry, work,” I whisper. “I won’t be a minute.”
“I wanted to let you know, we had our partners’ meeting today,” Peyton keeps talking. “You were quite the topic of conversation.”
“Oh?”
Ash raises an eyebrow. I shrug and smile.
He gives me a devilish look, then gently pushes me back against the wall. “What are you doing?” I whisper.
He holds his finger to his lips. “Shh,” he murmurs, before dropping to his knees.
I have to hold back a moan as he slides my dress up and buries his face between my thighs.
Dear lord.
“…and of course, it’s somewhat unconventional to promote an associate like this…” Peyton is still talking. I struggle to focus.
“I’m sorry, what was that?”
“I was saying, it’ll certainly ruffle a few feathers. But at the firm, we always reward work first. Survival of the fittest, isn’t that right?”
“Uh huh?” My answer turns high-pitched as Ash nudges my panties aside and licks up against me in a long hot swoop.
“Which is why we’re pleased to offer you a junior partnership.”
I’m too swept up in the epic pleasure Ash is lapping from my clit to realize what he’s saying.
“Of course, the promotion comes with a bi
g raise, and more responsibility. And even a new office on the thirteenth floor. Lucky thirteen, don’t you think.”?
Ash plunges two fingers deep into my aching pussy. Fuck, the friction is insane. He pumps harder, suckling my clit. I moan.
“Miss Jenkins?” Peyton sounds confused. Fuck. I try to pull it together.
“I’m sorry,” I stammer, even as I want to scream my brains out. “I… I’m in a restaurant right now. Background noise.”
Ash thrusts a third finger deep and I have to bite down on my own fist. He pulls his head back and looks up, watching me as I fight not to come undone.
His smile is wicked. Fuck, he’s going to pay for this.
Ash pumps again, raising an eyebrow in a silent question. I feel my climax building. Holy shit.
“Well, I have to admit, I expected a different reaction,” Peyton finally speaks, sounding annoyed.
“It’s… a lot to process. Overwhelming.” I yelp.
Ash withdraws his fingers.
No! I shake my head, ricocheting closer to the edge with every touch. I lean down and grab his shirt collar. “Don’t. Stop.” I whisper frantically. He shoves them back, hard and deep. I cling to him.
“What are your travel plans?” I hear Peyton’s voice faintly through the pleasure twisting through me.
“I… I’m not sure….”
Ash leans in and licks against me again, flicking his tongue just right as his fingers thrust in rhythm. Stretching me, filling me, fuck, right there. I grind against him, bearing down hard, needing more.
My orgasm is rising fast. I can’t keep it together much longer. “I’m afraid… I can’t…” I fake a fuzzy noise as Ash takes my clit between his lips and sucks hard. “Breaking up—”
I hang up just as he angles his fingers up inside me, rubbing hard as I shatter with a scream. White hot release pulses through my body, over and over, as Ash rides the waves, pumping with his fingers and sucking my clit until I collapse gasping to the floor.
“Bastard,” I groan, rolling over.
He chuckles, and when I look over, he’s slowly licking his fingers clean. Lust surges through me all over again. “What was that about?” he asks.
“One of my bosses back in LA. I have a promotion. Junior partner,” I say proudly, but Ash just frowns.