But as soon as I walked through the doors, my smile immediately collapsed.
Mrs. Clement and Janelle were standing in Jude’s office, and as soon as they heard the elevator chime, they looked back at me.
It was clear they were not happy to see me.
TWENTY-ONE
JENNA
Jude was in there as well, and it seemed they’d been going back and forth for a while now. Janelle seemed irritated at that point while Mrs. Clement was trying to uphold her patience.
I placed my things down on my desk and sat, but as I turned my computer on, Janelle came marching out of his office, cursing “Fuck this” beneath her breath. She was about to go straight for the elevator, but then she stopped, coming back and standing in front of my desk.
“I hope you’re happy, Jenna. You’ve cost us a big deal,” she growled lowly.
“I—I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
“Oh, please. Yes, you did. Every time I saw you, you made googly eyes at him. You’ve wanted my brother ever since you laid eyes on him. Don’t pretend you weren’t after his heart.”
Well, shit. Maybe I was. Maybe I did want his heart. Was it so bad to love him? For him to love me? These are questions I wanted to ask, but I kept my mouth shut and watched the anger radiate off her.
Janelle rolled her eyes and walked away from me, stalking toward the elevator. When she got into it, I could hear her jam her finger into the button. The doors closed right away. I was glad she was gone.
One down, one more to go.
I could hear Mrs. Clement talking. Her voice was getting louder by the second. I stood from my desk and walked to the filing cabinet, pretending to sift through it. From there I could see her very clearly, as well as Jude, who was sitting on the edge of his desk with his arms folded and an aggravated look on his face.
“Since she can’t keep her hands to herself, I think it’s safe to acknowledge that she needs to be fired,” Mrs. Clement said.
“No, Mom.” Jude stood up, squaring his shoulders and clenching his jaw. “She’s not fired. I told Michaela this yesterday morning and now I’m telling you.”
Mrs. Clement looked at him with wide eyes, appalled. “Excuse me?”
“Jenna is my secretary,” Jude continued. “I’m the C.E.O of Clement Architecture, so that means I make the decisions. I control what goes on here. Dad gave this place to me, not you or Janelle. Unlike you two, I don’t react emotionally. I think things through. Being with Jenna doesn’t affect the business. It doesn’t ruin anything and nothing will change. She is not fired. In fact, I’m thinking about giving her a raise for working so hard and putting up with the hell she received from all three of you.”
I smiled at that, but kept listening.
“You mean working so hard to get in your pants.” Mrs. Clement shook her head, taking a few steps closer to him. “Judas, you will fire that girl and be with Michaela. She’s already agreed to forgive you and to make it work. She hasn’t told her father yet but I’m sure she will if you don’t make amends with her. That secretary can easily be replaced and we can get you one that will be less of a distraction for you.”
“I don’t want her to be replaced,” he snapped. “I want her as my secretary and that’s what she’ll be. And you know what?” Jude walked around his desk. “I’m sick of this arranged marriage bullshit. I couldn’t give two fucks about Michaela. She’s not the woman I want to be with and she isn’t my type.”
Mrs. Clement gasped, stunned.
Jude continued. “We don’t need her or her father’s investment anymore, Mom. I worked out a deal where our futures and the future of the company will be safe. The Joles are offering way more than Mr. King is even willing to put up. Why put ourselves under someone else’s thumb when we can do it ourselves?”
Mrs. Clement was about to speak, but the words failed her.
“You fail to realize that we don’t need them—that I don’t need them,” he said. “I am good at this and you know it, so stop treating me like a child, stop trying to force me to date selfish women who you know aren’t good for me, and let me live my life the way I want to live it.”
How could I not smile? I bit my bottom lip, grabbing a folder and walking back to my desk. From there, I could still hear their heated debate.
“You love this girl,” Mrs. Clement said, her voice flat, like she was just now coming to the realization. “Why?” The question was incredulous.
“Because she treats me like a man and doesn’t expect me to eat out of the palm of her hand. She treats me ten times better than Michaela ever would. She loves me just as much as I love her and I’m not about to sacrifice my happiness just so you and Janelle can have your way. I’ve worked out a deal with the Joles. The contracts have already been signed and Dad has seen them. He’s okay with it. In fact, he said I did a superb job of landing such a large investment. Go ask him yourself. I’m sure he’ll tell you all about it.”
“I just…I can’t believe you’re doing this.” She sighed, and I saw her take a step back. “You deserve better than this, Judas. You know it.”
“She’s everything I could ask for in a woman, Mom.” Jude met up to her and held her shoulders. “I’m happy—truly happy for the first time in my life. I…I feel like I can’t live without her. I see her and I feel my heart beat a little faster. I have never experienced that with a woman.” He paused and my heart was booming, my breaths shallow. I didn’t want to breathe too loudly, for fear that I’d miss what he had to say next. “You always told me not to kiss until I was sure—not to fall for a woman unless she deserved my love. Well Jenna does. She may not be what you expected, but she’s who I want. Am I not allowed to be happy?”
She inhaled deeply and then let it go. “Of course, you are, Judas. I only want you to be happy. I just…” She sighed. She had nothing more to say on the matter. That, or Jude was giving her a stern look.
Mrs. Clement stepped back and straightened her back. “I want the contracts sent to me so I and the attorney can look over it too. Make sure there aren’t holes in it.”
“Sure.”
I heard her heels click on the marble floor. “I’ll see you for Christmas,” she murmured, and then she turned quickly, walking out of his office, trying so damn hard to cling to her pride.
She was coming my way and I panicked, keeping my eyes down, focusing on the words on the paper below me. She stopped for a brief moment, clearing her throat.
I looked up, meeting hard blue eyes.
“I expect to see you for Christmas too,” she insisted. “You and I have a lot to talk about.” She trotted away and was on the elevator, going down in no time. I let out a small sigh of relief.
“Think I got through to her?” I looked up and found Jude leaning against the wall with his arms folded.
I grinned, pushing out of my seat and walking around the desk to meet up to him. He dropped his arms to wrap me up in them and I leaned in, kissing his lips.
“I’ve never spoken to her that way,” he confessed. “But I was tired of them treating me like a child. I should be able to be with whomever I want to be with. Love whomever I wish to love.”
“You should,” I agreed. “You did good.”
“Thank you, Miss Taylor.”
I smiled. “You think I should show for Christmas? Feels a little too soon…”
“The sooner they realize this is real, the better.”
“I guess. I can’t believe you said all those thing about me. You’re…happy with me?”
“I am.” He smiled, showing off his beautiful, pearly teeth.
“Michaela will be so pissed,” I teased. “Losing Judas Clement to a secretary.”
He chuckled, low and deep. “The best secretary on this earth.”
He wrapped a hand around the back of my neck and brought his face closer to mine. It seemed that after that first kiss, he couldn’t get enough of kissing me. I couldn’t blame him. I couldn’t get enough either. I melted in his arms, letting
him take charge. Letting him devour me, making up for all the months we hadn’t kissed.
I loved this man.
I loved him so much.
Now, nothing would stand between us, and that thought alone made me the happiest girl in the world.
TWENTY-TWO
JUDAS
Six Months Later
“Hold still. You need some on your back too.” Jenna squirted some sunscreen into her palm and began lathering it on my back. I looked at the pool in front of me, a warm breeze blowing by. We were on vacation.
I hadn’t had a vacation in years, but Jenna insisted that we go on one so I could let loose and forget about work for a while. It felt fucking impossible to do and because I always felt the need to check my cellphone, Jenna took it away and hid it, telling me I would get it back when the vacation was over.
“You feel so tense, babe. Seriously, you need to relax,” she insisted.
“I’m not used to relaxing, Jenna.”
“Well, you should try it. It’s good for your soul.” She finished with the sunscreen and then got up, walking around to face me. “Are you still upset about me taking your phone?”
I stood with her. “I feel like I’m missing a limb.”
“You’ll be fine without it, I promise. I took care of everything before we left and Bobby has the phones and emails covered until we get back. I told him to call me if anything important comes up.” She sighed. “It’s only four days of your life, Jude.” She grabbed my face, smiling. “Let’s enjoy them.”
She released my face and turned around, facing the pool. She looked sexy as hell in her white G-string bikini. She thought it was too risqué. I didn’t care. Our pool was private so I wanted her to wear it and own it.
We were in our own villa in Cancun. There were several men who came by to check in with us, but other than that, we were alone in this place. It was nice here, but it felt strange to not be doing anything—to relax, as Jenna put it.
“The last time I had a vacation was eight years ago,” I said, meeting up behind her. I wrapped my arms around her, reeling her back so her plump ass was directly on my cock.
“That’s a long time,” she sighed.
“I don’t remember much about it.” I turned her around to face me. “Give me a reason why I should remember this one.”
She grinned, and in her eyes, I saw that she’d accepted my challenge. She pressed her palms to my chest and forced me to sit back down on the lounge chair. She crawled up and untied the string of my swimming trunks, tugging on them. I lifted up so she could pull them down.
“I’ll give you many reasons why,” she said with a smug little smile. When my hardening cock sprung free she brought her mouth down, wrapped her lips around it, and I groaned. Her head bobbed up and down, her tongue swirling around the tip and then sliding down to the shaft. Fuck, she was so good at this. By now, she was a damn pro. She knew what I liked and how I liked it.
She stopped and climbed on my lap, her thighs outside of mine.
I untied her top and her tits bounced free, her brown nipples already erect. I sucked one of them into my mouth and she moaned, grinding her pussy on my thigh. My hands wandered down her hips. I pushed the material of her bikini over to expose what was mine and ran a hand over her waxed pussy, still sucking on her nipples.
Her moans became heavier. Her hands dropped and she started stroking my cock. Shit, I was so hard. I let her play with me, loving how into it she was. I grabbed her by the waist and flipped her onto her side.
“Lift your leg, baby,” I crooned in her ear. We were lying sideways on the chair. She lifted her leg and I wrapped a hand beneath it to keep it in the air while slowly sliding entering her perfect pussy.
Her mouth stretched wider with every inch I delivered, and then I built up a slow thrust. Her hand came up to my face and she turned her head, finding my mouth.
“Kiss me,” she begged and I kissed her slowly. Passionately. She moaned as I filled her up while letting our tongues play.
“Fuck, your pussy feels so good, Jenna,” I groaned on her mouth. “Love this pussy.” I kissed her again, harder this time. “Love you.”
She sighed and moaned, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, being a greedy girl. I groaned, feeling her pussy clench around my dick.
Fuck, I was about to come. She could always wring it out of me.
Maybe it was because of how passionate this was—kissing while fucking her at the same time. She’d made a habit of begging me to kiss her while I made love to her. Every time we kissed and fucked, I felt complete.
Every time her lips were on mine, I knew I was never going to let her share them with anyone else. When I looked at her hand, and the ring I had slid onto her finger four weeks ago, it made it all official.
Jenna Taylor was mine.
Her body.
Her pussy.
Her lips.
Her heart.
Everything of hers was mine now. I thought I had it all before, but it turns out that I hadn’t even come close to having true happiness until I met her.
Having her at my side made me the richest man on the planet and I refused to let anyone take that away from me.
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Chapter One
Naomi
I think I may be a little obsessed with Mr. Thomas.
No, really, I think I am. I’ve been staring at the clock, waiting for it to strike seven ever since he walked out the door this morning. I can’t help it. I’ve seen him at least every other day this summer, either to babysit or because he’s coming by to hang out with my family – mainly just Dad.
I glance over at the clock again, bouncing Hannah on my lap. He will be arriving in ten more minutes, so I stand from the stool in his modern kitchen and walk up the stairs to Hannah’s nursery. I gather her things so I can give her a quick bath and then dress her in pajamas.
“You are such a good girl, Hannah,” I coo, tickling her chubby little belly. “Such a good baby girl! Yes you are!” I tickle her again and she giggles, trying to grab my hair like she always does when I kiss her stomach. She’s only fifteen months old, but she is a doll and so sweet.
After her mom walked out on Mr. Thomas last year, leaving a then eight-month-old Hannah in the bedroom with him while sneaking out during the middle of the night, I’ve made it my mission to help Hannah and Mr. Thomas as much as I possibly can during my summer break.
My mom has too. She loves when I bring Hannah over for dinner. We’re almost like one big happy family, which is why I feel so guilty for crushing on Mr. Thomas so hard. I should be looking up to him, but instead I want him. Bad.
“I love when you do that.” A deep, silky voice rises behind me and I spin around, spotting Mr. Thomas at the door of Hannah’s nursery, his hand planted on the doorframe above his head. Now, my huge crush on him makes complete sense.
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p; He’s tall with broad shoulders and a strong chest. His sandy-brown hair is wavy and lightly gelled to perfection and his beard — God, it works wonders on him. It’s not too long or too bushy. His skin always seems to hold a soft, golden-brown tan. Today he’s wearing a white T-shirt and dark-blue jeans.
He strokes his chin, stepping into the room.
“You love it when I do what?” I face him with Hannah in my arms. He stretches his arms, and I hand him his daughter with a warm smile.
“I love it when you play with her, treat her like she’s yours. It’s nice,” he responds.
Heat nips my cheeks.
He rocks her in his arms and she rubs her eyes with a small yawn. “Someone’s sleepy, huh? Yeah? You ready for bed?” he murmurs to her. Oh, my gosh! Swoon!
“Do you want me to put her to sleep?” I ask, doing everything in my power to stick around for just a little longer. My house is less than ten miles away. It’s the weekend and I have nowhere else to be.
“You should probably be getting home. I’m sure your parents are waiting for you to get back. You know how your mom gets about you being late for your Friday night movies,” he chuckles.
I take a step forward, grabbing Hannah and cradling her in my arms. “Well, she can wait a little longer. Seriously, it’s no big deal. I ordered pizza earlier, in case you want to warm up a few slices.”
His smile is wide and he runs his eyes up and down my frame, his gaze brown and heavy. I turn away, pretending his warm gaze doesn’t send my body into overdrive, but really it does. Sometimes I feel like I’ll combust. He always looks at me like this — like he wants to devour me whole.
I rock Hannah a little more and her eyes start to shut. A hand touches my shoulder and I look back, up into his eyes.
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