by Jade James
She wasn't used to being this nervous around men, but then again she hadn't had too many lovers in her life. Still, something about him called to her on every level, and that was what scared her. He made her want to pursue him and see where they would go. But it came down to one thing. She sensed he had the power to hurt her, and even knowing that, she was still willing to risk being with him.
But Sean's visit caused even more doubts. She was still confused about it, still disturbed. Why would Sean think this of her? John had made it clear he never got involved with his clients. So could Sean's worry for John and for Capture Inc. force him to think the worst of her?
Minutes seemed to pass before John opened the door, and all of her insecurities and worries flew away. He looked utterly delicious, wearing jeans slung low on his hips, a white buttoned shirt with the top three buttons open, and his feet were bare. He looked sexy but relaxed. Still there was an air of powerfulness about him that attracted her to him immensely. The look fit him, and she wanted nothing more than to release his cock and show him just how much he excited her. This compelling attraction to him was one of the reasons she'd decided on no underwear. Imagining how ready she was for him turned her on, and even now her clit throbbed with want.
"Hi.” The word came out as a whisper, and she felt dizzy with need as he pulled her inside and closed the door.
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Chapter Eight
John gritted his teeth against the arousal rushing through his body as she wrapped her arms around his neck. The minute he saw her, his dick had hardened, and when he'd touched her, his blood boiled as he hauled her inside his home. He almost lost control.
She looked exquisite, even more beautiful than yesterday if that were possible. The scent of her—a lilac springtime aroma—bewitched him. He was trapped in his own thoughts of hot pulsing sex, and as soon as he'd fucked her yesterday, he'd known one time wouldn't be enough. He'd give anything to fall to his knees, press his face between her legs, and inhale her fragrance deep within him. Then again, fucking Ariel against the door of his home sounded like a fantastic idea, probably the best one he'd had in a long time. As a matter of fact, sex was definitely in the cards for this evening; he had no doubt about that.
She had blown all of his prepared plans the minute he opened the door. He'd ordered wine and Italian food, wanting sincerely to get to know everything about her, and he still did. But her being this close, and all he wanted to do was lose himself in her.
She sighed as she moved even closer to him, and surprisingly it was his back that was against the door, instead of hers. Ariel rubbed herself against him, and she gasped as he took over, surging his hips upward, wanting her to feel how hard and aroused he was for her.
A moan erupted from her trembling lips as her gaze lifted from his chest to his eyes. He stared into blue depths with flecks of green, and he was mesmerized by her, connected on a deep level. The air seemed to sizzle with their need, and he found himself struggling to maintain some sort of control.
He placed his hand on the back of her neck. “You are beautiful,” he growled before he pulled her even closer to him and plunged his tongue into her mouth. The kiss was hot, and the minty taste of her exploded within him. The kiss seemed to last forever with both of them rubbing their bodies hotly against each other. He felt her hardened nipples through her dress as if she were naked, and he pressed his cock against the softness of her stomach, causing her to moan and plaster herself as close as she could against him.
This was not the way he'd planned this evening, but helpless to stop his emotions, John reached between them and unbuttoned his jeans. He pushed her dress to her waist and almost came on the spot at the feel of her bare pussy. She wore no panties, and the realization that she'd done it to for him pushed his desire to a whole other level.
The last miniscule shred of control he desperately held on to evaporated, and just as quickly as it disappeared, he turned her around so she now had her back to the door. He lifted her; then she, catching on immediately, wrapped her legs around his waist and with a bend of his knees, he plunged his cock inside her tight, wet hotness. His cock was covered with her cream, and he groaned, helpless to stop the fire for her burning in his blood. This was what he needed—this closeness to her that was so new and refreshing. He knew he'd never get enough of her.
Her legs tightened around him as her hips rose to meet his thrusts. She massaged his back, the bite of her nails making the passion stronger. He experienced every tremor, moan, and sigh from her, and it rushed through him in a flash of heat. The feel of her had him escalating to the very edge of ecstasy.
She owned him. He realized it in that very moment as he fought to hold on to the lust building higher and higher. He was hers, body and soul; whatever she wanted, for as long as she wanted. And with those realizations, John knew she was the one for him, the one he would do anything for. It humbled him and scared him at the same time. It didn't matter that he hadn't known her for very long, but there was no way he'd walk away from her.
He watched as her eyes drifted closed again, her breathing coming in short pants, and he moved his hips faster, knowing she was on the edge just as he was. And with one more push of his cock inside her, Ariel exploded around him, her pussy spasming in tiny ripples and her cream bathing his dick. He groaned her name and then came inside her, following her into a pleasure so extreme, he had to hold on to the door for fear of tumbling both of them to the floor as his knees weakened.
Minutes later, when the fuzzy pleasurable edge of sated release abated and Ariel unwound her legs, forcing him to slide his cock out and release her, the cold air hit his dick, and he realized he hadn't used a condom. He didn't exactly know how he felt about that, but anger wasn't it. He knew she was clean, but it was still an error he'd never made in his life. Because of the mandated physical his club issued, he also knew she was on the pill, but it still boggled his mind. Never before had he craved a woman so much that he'd simply forgotten protection.
He stepped from her and pulled up his jeans. “I'm sorry.” He winced. He was an ass for not taking care of her. “We never spoke about protection, and using it should have been my number one priority. I'm completely clean, with my last blood test results taken three months ago. I can provide you with a copy of the record. But I have to admit, we make a pretty intense pair."
She pulled her dress down as she licked her lips. “You already know I'm on the pill, and your doctor has given me a clean bill of health. Thank you for offering to show me your results. But I trust you, John. I've only known you for a short while, but I'm a pretty good judge of character.” She smiled, then leaned forward and brushed her lips against his.
He groaned and then pulled back as his cock began to harden. God, he couldn't get enough of her. He focused on the conversation. “Still, it would make me feel a lot better for you to see them. I'll e-mail them to you tomorrow. Come on. Let's go eat. I have hot Italian food and wine waiting."
"If you don't mind, since we did the sex first"—she laughed—"I'd like to take a quick shower."
He grabbed her hand. “I'll show you to the bathroom."
It had taken Ariel fifteen minutes to shower and clean up the evidence of their hot sex. She had been tempted to sit there, feel his hot seed inside her as they ate dinner, but ultimately it would have been a distraction. Still the idea of being marked by him in such a way turned her on.
Her clit throbbed in need, and the feel of him ungloved inside her had been remarkable. It was incredibly intense, and she'd felt every spot of rigid hardness inside her. She wanted him again and needed him with an intensity that frightened her. But it wasn't enough to send her running.
She reached for her dress and touched the fabric. But what if she walked out with just the towel? What if she caught him unawares and showed him how much he turned her on? She dropped her hand away from the dress. It was time to show him just how much he meant to her after such a short time.
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ned the door and loosened her hair from the bun she'd put it in earlier. The strands fell down to her back, and she found her way to the dining room. His back was turned to her.
"Can dinner be reheated later?"
"You're not hungry?” He turned toward her.
She walked toward him and saw the flash of heat in his gaze. She dropped the towel and used it to protect her knees as she knelt on the floor. “Oh, I'm hungry...hungry for you."
He groaned, and she reached for his jeans. She unbuttoned them and then tugged down. His dick jutted out, incredibly erect and looking delicious.
She'd never taken a man in her mouth before. But it didn't deter the hunger rising inside her. This was more than the arousal firing the blood in her veins. The act itself was something she had never craved, but with John standing before her naked, his cock inches from her mouth, his balls heavy with his seed, Ariel found herself starving for him. She reached for his dick, wrapped a hand around the base as his gaze darkened in heat.
He was velvety smooth and hard as steel. She moaned and then swiped her tongue over the damp crest. She tasted his musky sweetness and swallowed the precum he released into her mouth. He reached for the strands of her hair, and she whimpered when he took the lead, holding her still as he slowly moved his hips in and out. Her lips were stretched, and she had to swallow against the head of his cock every time it reached the opening of her throat, but this was more than she'd imagined. His eyes turned dark as he pushed in and out, watching her as she licked the underside of his dick, then sucked.
She was wet, and she could smell her own arousal mixed with his in the air. She'd always known she held some submissive qualities in her, hence her fantasies. But being on her knees in front of him, watching the sheer pleasure on his face as he fucked her mouth, pleased her more than anything could.
"Ariel,” he growled loudly as his thrusts became deeper. Her lips tingled, and she swiped the underside of his dick with her tongue again and again.
His alpha attitude, his touch, and the way he took charge not only aroused her; it also freed her from the confines she'd held herself within for years. He was someone she wanted to completely trust her fantasies to, someone she could fall in love with. The overwhelming sensations mixed with emotions almost became too much, but then she closed the emotional part of her and concentrated on the physical sensations he pulled from her.
"FUCK, YES!” JOHN was in heaven. He was torn between wanting to relish this moment, until he spilled his cum down her throat, and wanting to lift her and then sink his dick into her cunt until he fucked her till they were both bone-deep sated.
He leaned back, panting as he watched several inches of his thick erection stretch that sweet mouth. He had to wonder if she'd ever done this before, but he forced the thought away. He didn't ever want to think about her with someone else. The way she loved him with her mouth sent electricity whipping through his body.
Her tongue was swirling around the head of his dick almost hesitantly. Then she'd switch it to sucking him desperately, and the two comparisons drove him insane. He was going to fuck her. He was going to spread her legs open and watch every inch of his dick disappear inside her luscious cunt. She was a constant temptation he couldn't ignore, and even though he just fucked her against his door, he needed her with a desperate passion that terrified him. But though he was scared of where this was leading, the fear wasn't enough to make him pull back from her.
He stared at her, seeing the flare of heat in her eyes. She seemed to love doing this for him, and he groaned as her tongue found his sensitive spot underneath the head of his dick. Her mouth was a cavern of heat, and the hunger burned brighter, hotter.
The taste must have pleased her, because she whimpered as a spurt of fluid filled her. A bolt of white heat flashed down his back, forcing his dick to lengthen and harden further. His balls tightened with the urge to come, and he ground his teeth, holding it back just barely.
"Suck that cock, baby. Show me how much you need it, how much you want it."
She was devouring him, and he fought the impending explosion. He didn't want this to end. But he lost the battle when she cradled his sac as she took his dick in farther.
"Ariel!"
Her name was a haven to him, and for the first time ever he felt safe with a woman. Though they'd met under unusual circumstances, he knew this particular woman desired him, wanted to be with him simply because they had a connection worth pursuing, and as he came, pouring his seed down her throat, John knew he wouldn't and couldn't let her go.
Minutes later, he pulled his cock out and lifted her into his arms. He headed down the hall to his bedroom. Hell, dinner could wait for a few more hours.
John reheated the dinner and brought it to the bedroom on a tray. They both finished their food quickly, and John grasped the tray and placed it on the floor. He slid back into the bed and reached for her. She moved into his arms and lay across his chest. A sense of rightness fell over him, and he was once again surprised by the fierce need he felt for her.
He took her hand and held it in his. “What are you thinking about?"
She slid her hand from his and used it to prop her chin up on his chest. “How surprised I am yesterday's fantasy turned into something more."
So was he. “Pleasantly surprised, I hope?"
She smiled. “I wouldn't be here if I wasn't more than pleasantly surprised. I'm trying not to think too much about where we're headed, though my nervousness always gets the best of my brain, hence the differing thoughts."
He heard the vulnerability in her voice, and it struck a chord in him. He found himself wanting to open up to her more, and it humbled him how anxious he felt at this very moment. “It might not look like it, but I know exactly how you feel. I've never had such a deep attraction to a woman before, and it's a bit nerve-racking. And though we both don't know where this will lead, I say we take the jump."
She pushed herself up to him as she pressed herself closer, and stopped when she was inches from his lips. His cock stirred at the feel of her body so close. He found himself anticipating her answer.
She kissed him softly and then replied, “I'm willing to take the jump right along with you."
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Chapter Nine
"She's probably after your money.” Sean seethed. “Your Ariel is nothing better than—"
"If you want to keep your teeth in your mouth, I suggest you stop right there,” John interrupted. “Tell me what the hell you're talking about."
Ariel froze in place, the angry voices gripping her nerves in a vise, freezing the anticipation she'd felt about seeing John again. She'd heard her name coming from behind their office door, and then a curse. Dread grew in the pit of her stomach, overwhelming her to the point of wanting to leave, and she didn't realize she was holding her breath, waiting for what would be said next. Suddenly, she needed to breathe, and she sucked in much-needed air, hoping in some way it would fortify her.
"I'm sure you'll fucking agree with what the hell I was about to call her, once you read what I found out,” Sean shouted.
John's office door was closed, but the way their voices carried on so loudly, the barrier served no purpose. Again, she thought of fleeing, leaving both of them to discuss Sean's issues with her in privacy, until she heard her name once more. And at the mere mention of it again, she couldn't force herself to leave.
"Ariel isn't who you fucking think she is. Her whole innocent facade is simply that, a way to fucking deceive us,” Sean growled. “And you won't believe what the hell was dug up. I had our private investigator reinvestigate her. There was something he'd missed the first time around, and he will no longer be working for us because of it. She was arrested for a DUI at the age of sixteen."
"So she made a mistake as a teenager. We both have been in those shoes, Sean. Show me a teen that hasn't either gotten in trouble with their parents or even the law,” John replied. “Firing Nicholas for one human error wasn't justifie
d."
Wait, she screamed mentally. John. His name caused her body to shake in despair. It couldn't possibly be what she was thinking. Could it? No! John was too common of a name. It was impossible.
Still, a sense of foreboding washed over her, and Ariel heard the hint of annoyance in John's voice but couldn't detect if it was directed at Sean or her. She should have been truthful with him from the beginning. She'd thought it had been forgotten. She had been positive the files had been buried, and had hoped when Capture Inc. had her investigated, the information wouldn't show up on their radar. She was promised no one would ever find out, had believed that part of her life had been hidden so well, she'd be able to move on. But now the one person she'd hoped would never find out was probably going to look at her with disdain, possibly hatred, once he found out she'd almost killed someone.
Ariel closed her eyes, anxiety and guilt filling every pore of her being. The outcome of the case had rested on two things—the fact that the victim would recover 100 percent, and Uncle Thomas, who was a local judge, serving the town of Spring Valley for over thirty years. Her uncle had stepped in and had written a letter to the presiding judge, asking for leniency, and she was grateful. Because of his influence, her punishment had been two years of probation, community service, and a suspended license. But it didn't ease her responsibility, her fault for injuring someone.
Reliving the memories tormented her. She could recall the impact, all the sickening details and sounds, and it shamed her. The grief burned a hole in her stomach, and Ariel had forced herself to forget the past, so she could move on with her future. But now the idea seemed an impossibility. It seemed she was destined to carry such a shameful burden, and rightfully so.
She couldn't even be upset with Sean. Though he had a horribly incorrect view of her, Ariel suspected what drove him was his protective feelings for John. She would do the same for Isabel, but she detected a hint of hardness in Sean's tone, mixed with self-righteousness, as if he enjoyed giving John the news.