Oh God. Why can’t I resist this man? My pussy was wet and clenching with need again.
As if on cue, Jordan slid his hand down my body and slipped two fingers into me. He pulled out his wet digits and rubbed them across my lips, then lowered his head to kiss my lips, then nuzzled his head into my neck. I arched my head up to give him better access. He slowly made his way down to my breasts, feasting on one, then the other.
“I love your breasts. Plump and beautiful.” He paid homage to the globes, pulling deeply on my nipples.
I moved my leg against his cock which was hard again.
“I don’t have any more condoms, babe,” he said.
“I have in an IUD.”
“So I can’t get you knocked up?”
“I’m 99.9% sure.”
“Even if my boys swim like Michael Phelps?”
“Not even then.”
“What if I gave you an unwanted present, say, like an STD?”
“You won’t.”
“How do you know that?” he asked.
“Because you love your cock way too much to take chances without a condom.”
Jordan shouted out a laugh that shook both of us. We laughed at the old joke between us.
When we first became intimate and spoke of birth control, Jordan said that any guy that had sex without a condom must not love his dick very much.
“I don’t want you to regret anything between us. You’ll have a full report of my last blood work that was done a couple of months ago. I have not had sex…”
“I don’t want to know,” I said, covering my ears. It pained me to think of other women that had touched him as intimately as I have.
“I know you’re clean, since there hasn’t been anyone but me,” he said, as he continued to kiss his way down my belly. He paused to dip his tongue in my navel.
“Don’t gloat.”
“Just sayin’.” He pushed my legs apart with broad shoulders then ducked his head between them. His glorious lips latched onto my clit.
I fisted my hands in his hair and held on to his head. Jordan always told me to hold his head in place when he goes down on me so that he doesn’t move if I don’t want him to. It was one way of him doing what I liked without me having to tell him. So I held onto his head like it was my lifeline.
My orgasm knocked my knees from under me and I splintered into a million pieces. My head trashed against the pillow as I begged for mercy.
“Please, please, no more, Jordan, please.” With a heaving chest and short puffs of breath, I whimpered for Jordan to let go of my clit.
“Not going to happen if you don’t let me up, babe.”
Unaware that my hands were still clenched in his hair, he was held firmly between my legs. I gladly let go as he reminded me, but he was grinning.
“Glad you remembered a few things about owning your pleasure. Now it’s almost midnight and you need to sleep.” Jordan pulled the cover over us.
“But what about you? I mean, you need…”
“Oh, I will collect. Goodnight, beautiful Zoe.”
My lids fluttered shut. I fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter 16
I woke with the smell of coffee wafting in the air. Actually, it was right in front of my nose. Grateful, I sat up and took a slow sip of the hot, sweet liquid, then another and another. Finally, I opened my eyes and…
“What the hell? Jordan.”
“Well, good morning to you, too. Drink your coffee. You have plenty of time to shower and dress before heading to the airport.” Jordan’s voice was calm, as I tried to grapple with what my eyes were seeing.
Jordan had showered and dressed in a grey tailored suit with a purple shirt and grey tie. He looked like the savvy man that he is. He towered over me as he put a tray of food on my lap. I snapped my mouth shut as I gazed into his gorgeous blue eyes surrounded by long lashes. He moved around my bedroom as if quite familiar with it. Hard to believe last night was the first time he set foot in my home.
“OK. Talk to me, because right now I am freaking out. I don’t even want to know what time it is so I don’t have to panic about that too.” I had more to say to him. A hell of a lot more, but right now I was hungry, still sleepy and in need of some answers.
“What would you like to know?” he asked calmly as he walked to my closet and took down my suitcase, put it on the bed and went back to the closet.
“Would you get the hell out of my closet?” I almost yelled at him as I shoveled a piece of scrumptious toast with fig preserves in my mouth.
Jordan came to the closet door and leaned against the frame. With feet crossed at his ankle and arms folded over his chest, he cocked an eyebrow at me.
“Why are you dressed?”
“Because I can’t stay naked all day.” His smart remark did not help my anxiety level.
“I mean, where did you get clothes, and how come I didn’t hear the alarm, and what time is it? Because I simply can’t miss my flight. I have too much going on today.” I moved the tray and got out of bed. My hair was hanging down to my breasts in disarray and I didn’t have a stitch of clothing on.
“Zoe, trust me to take care of you. I said I would make sure you got up in time and I have. Now if you dilly-dally about your shower and doing your hair and makeup, you may have to miss seeing me pack your suitcase for your trip.” He sauntered back into my closet.
I bolted into the shower, and in record time, my hair and makeup were done.
“I know you are not one for power suits, but I rather like this one. It will be perfect for the great weather in San Francisco.” Jordan held up a gorgeous buttercup color pencil skirt suit with a baby blue silk blouse. The jacket was short and flirty but professional.
“Where did you get those clothes?” I eyed him wearily.
“From your closet.”
“Yes, but I mean, I should know my own clothes…you know what, never mind.” I grabbed the clothing from him and put them on. I paired the suit with a pair of Vince Camuto peony pumps from my closet. At least I knew these were mine. I bought them a couple weeks ago on one of Mia’s shopping spree trips. Back in the bedroom, I slipped a long silver necklace over my head and put in matching earrings that complimented the outfit.
“Well, that should about do it for you. You look absolutely gorgeous.” Jordan had my suitcase in his hand and headed to the door.
I rolled my eyes as he walked past me. I was so totally fucked for this trip. Why in the hell did I agree that he should spend the night? God only knew what he packed for me. I had no one to blame but myself, so if something was forgotten, I’d just have to buy it when I got there. I dashed in the living room and grabbed my phone, purse, and computer bag and headed to the garage.
“What the hell?” I muttered.
Jordan was standing at the front door waiting for me. His driver and black Range Rover was in my driveway.
Again, I was too rushed to care. I walked past him with a glare in my eyes.
He smiled and patted my ass.
I looked at the driver, but thankfully he was conveniently looking anywhere but at us. I slid in the back seat and Jordan sat beside me.
He reached for my hand, squeezing gently, then ran his thumb over my knuckles.
Grateful that I was on my way to the airport, I gave him a weak smile.
“I need to call Andre,” I said and reached for my phone.
“Here, allow me.” Jordan pulled my phone from the inside pocket of my purse and swiped the screen.
I must remember to use the zipper on my purse.
“I’m not sure he is available,” Jordan said as he handed me the phone.
“How would you know anything about my staff and their schedule? He always calls me if there are important meetings or a trip coming up. It’s just weird that he’s not picking up.” I pulled the phone from my ear and looked at the screen to make sure I was calling the correct number then put it back to my ear. �
�It went straight to voicemail. I better call Veronica to see what’s going on.” I pulled the phone from my ear again and scrolled through to find her number.
Jordan placed his hand over mine.
I looked up at him with raised brows.
“Babe. It’s almost eight. Your flight was at seven. Andre is well on his way. I sent him on the flight,” Jordan calmly said as he flipped down a sleek compartment from the back of the passenger seat in front of him and opened it to a computer with his company logo.
Jordan Dawson Enterprises.
I put my head on the headrest behind me. Jordan was consulting with something on the computer, but he sensed that I was looking at him. He had the audacity to flash his ‘panty dropping smile’ as Veronica calls it, and winked.
“Please tell me what else is going on. I don’t have time for all these surprises. And how the hell am I getting to my meetings on time?” I asked.
“You will be taking my company jet and will make it there on time as it will fly faster than the commercial airline. A car will take you straight to your first meeting where you will meet up with Andre.” He seemed happy to deliver the news flash for my change in plans.
“Here’s the deal, Jordan Dwight Dawson.” I squinted my grey eyes at him. “Before yesterday, I did not have a personal chef, slash personal groomer, slash person to pack my suitcase for me. Nor did I have someone to rearrange my schedule. And how the hell did Andre not freak out when I didn’t show up for my flight?”
I’m not sure that I should feel relieved about him looking into all the details of my trip, but he did make me late by not waking me up in time.
“I got his number from your phone.” He slid his large warm hand behind my neck and lightly massaged the area.
“I have a passcode on my phone.”
“I hacked it.”
“What? That’s illegal.”
“Sue me.”
“No more surprises, Jordan. Promise?” I asked, as I answered an incoming text from Jenna saying that she missed chatting with me yesterday and hoped for success on my trip. She also said to check my email when I have time.
“The year you were born for a passcode. Really, Zoe? I could have hacked that in my sleep. I reset it with a new passcode. No one will hack into your phone now,” he said as his thumb worked its way over my neck.
We pulled into the private terminal at Hobby Airport and did the whole security thing then headed onto the tarmac to board the airplane. A pretty middle-aged flight attendant greeted me.
“Good morning, and welcome aboard, Miss Caine,” she said as I headed to the seating area of the plane.
I took in the opulence of the aircraft and could not be anything but impressed. The interior was dark beige with light cream leather seats. The top of the seats sported Jordan’s company logo. There was dark wood throughout the aircraft, which complimented the elegant interior. It was obviously top of the line in comfort and had as many amenities as space would allow. I slid into one of the seats and Jordan took the one beside me.
“Let me guess. You’re going to San Francisco as well?” I asked, since I had no idea that Jordan would be going with me.
“Affirmative,” he replied as he secured my seat belt.
“Don’t you have like a job, you know, a company that needs your attention instead of traipsing across the country with me?” I demurely crossed my legs and looked out the window.
“No, I don’t have a job. I own the company which has its perks, such as traipsing across the country with my girlfriend.”
I whipped my head in his direction and he looked right at me.
“Your girlfriend? When did that happen? Because I don’t remember a conversation where we decided that this thing that happened last night between us will be repeated, much less agreeing to exclusivity in sexual intimacy.” I responded. But then again, he may just have been kidding and wanted a rise out of me.
“Oh, make no doubt about it, Zoe. What happened between us last night will be repeated again and again and…well you get the picture. And since you made a promise to me last night that you are mine, then I will do everything in my power to ward off any asshole that tries to make a pass at you.”
There was a dangerous glint in his eyes but I was not ready to let this go. Hell no. He just got back from Europe, waltzed his way into my life and my bed, and now claimed that I was his girlfriend.
“I did not say that I was yours. I said that my pussy was,” I said defiantly.
“Same difference. Every part of you is precious to me, but your pussy is precious and delicious.” His hands reached over and rubbed my thighs pushing my skirt up to mid-thigh. “And now it is mine, so don’t get any foolish ideas otherwise.” His jaw was set and there was not a hint of smile or playfulness on his face.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, Mr. Dawson, but a package was delivered for you. On your instructions we were waiting for it, so now we can take off.”
Jordan thanked her and put the large manila envelope on the seat across from us.
The plane taxied out to the runway and soon we were off with Houston growing smaller in the distance below us.
“Is there Wi-Fi on the plane?” I asked.
“But of course,” Jordan said as if that was a silly question. He moved to the other side of the aircraft that had four chairs and a conference table. Touching buttons on a side panel, a flat screen TV and two flat screen computer monitors gently rose onto the table. He turned the TV channel to Bloomberg television and turned on the computers.
I moved to sit in a seat across from him, then navigated through to my email.
Just then the flight attendant wheeled in a silver tray loaded with food and drinks.
“Nice spread,” I said, picking up a glass of juice and sipping on the cold tangy liquid.
“I ordered your favorite omelet,” Jordan said as he took the silver dome lid off one of the plates.
My mouth watered at the site of the succulent food. I dug in to my omelet with bacon, onions, peppers and cheese. I took a few moments to appreciate the fine bone china plates and cups. Everything had Jordan’s company logo on it. I looked across at Jordan to see him staring at me.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing. I just like to watch you eat. I like that you enjoy food, like real food, and not try to pretend you’re not hungry. I also love feeding you and sometimes even get jealous of the food in your mouth, wishing it were my cock you were sucking on.”
Leave it to Jordan to discuss crude anatomy even around a dinner table. I smirked at him.
“I can’t always have your cock in my mouth. There were and still are other useful things I need to put in there, such as food,” I replied as I smiled at the silly conversation.
“Yeah, well a guy could wish, right?” he responded as he dug into his own breakfast.
Sitting back after doing justice to the great offering of food, I sipped on strong black coffee and took in Jordan’s appearance once more. He was simply gorgeous. It was that simple and I was slowly realizing just how much he has accomplished. He was admired for his astute and aggressive business sense, making not only himself a load of money, but his investors as well.
Jordan was reading a page on the computer of the Wall Street Journal. Suddenly he looked up and caught me staring at him. A smile lifted the edge of his lips as he leaned back in his chair and sipped his coffee as well. We settled in a few moments of companionable silence, each lost in our own thoughts.
The flight attendant quietly picked up the plates, reloaded the tray and headed back to the galley. I went back to reading my personal email. I clicked on the one Jenna sent and gasped, my eyes going wide in surprise.
Chapter 17
“Oh my God. Oh my God,” I repeated, as I hopped up and down in my seat. Looking at Jordan, I turned the screen toward him and showed him the image that caused this excited reaction from me.
“Look, Jordan!” I exclaimed, as he s
tared blankly at the screen.
“I’m sorry, babe, but I have no idea what that is, but it has obviously made you happy…or sad, since you’re crying now.” He got up and knelt beside me pulling me into his arms.
“Oh, Jordan. It’s a photo of a positive pregnancy test. Jenna is pregnant! That’s why she wanted me to read my email and call her.” I sniffled as I explained what the lines on the stick meant. “I can’t wait to land so I can talk to her.” I blotted my eyes with the napkin.
“You can use this phone on the airplane.” He indicated the small sleek phone at my elbow. “Or your cell phone. This is a private jet, so we get to travel and communicate a little differently from the commercial airlines. Not as many restrictions,” he explained.
I immediately picked up the phone beside me and placed a call to Jenna, who answered right away. We were both laughing and crying at the same time.
“Jenna. You’re going to be a mom and I will be an aunt.” It dawned on me that I would have a niece or nephew and I couldn’t wait.
“I know. I’ve been feeling off for about a week and this morning I woke up puking. I knew right then. So I took the test and showed David and we haven’t stopped crying since,” Jenna said. “I don’t mind being sick at all because it means that I’m pregnant. David is calling the doctor. Hopefully I will be able to see her today or tomorrow. I think I’m about five or six weeks along.”
Jenna made a three-way call with Aunt Suzette. Right away she was frantic with worry.
Between her bouts of joyful tears, Aunt Suzette said, “I will head to Austin today, Jenna. I want to make sure you take care of yourself.”
“Oh, Aunt Suzette, your baby is having a baby,” I said to her, and all of us started with fresh tears of joy again. Jordan sat quietly beside me but with a smile on his face as he rubbed my legs and held my hand. We parted ways with a promise to reconnect sometime tomorrow.
“OK, pretty lady. It’s time for your nap. We still have a couple hour’s flight ahead of us.” Jordan led me to the back of the aircraft. We passed another set of chairs and a small sofa. The rest of the airplane had a wall with a door. Opening the door, Jordan ushered me in ahead of him.
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