I put the bag on the kitchen counter and start pulling out my curlers, dying inside of shame, and am surprised when Jaxon gently helps me remove them. “Listen, Lacey, I didn’t mean to embarrass you by stopping by. I just wanted to make sure you were all right.”
“You didn’t have to do that.” I cringe as I tug out the last curler.
“No, I did. I really care about you, Lacey.” He steps into me. “That’s why this doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if you get drunk, or feel sick, or have a bathrobe on. It’s you I care about, not that stuff.” His fingers slowly trail down the side of my neck and a shiver of lust takes hold of me. As his hand travels down to my collarbone, his fingers graze the edge of my robe and I find myself wishing he’d pull the belt open and run his hands over my entire body.
“I feel so stupid for the way I acted,” I manage to tell him.
“Why?” He’s standing so close to me now. Neither of us steps back. Neither of us looks away. It’s as if the entire world outside of our orbit just stopped existing.
“Because, I work for you, I wasn’t exactly being…”
“Professional?” His eyes twinkle as he teases me with the word.
“Yeah.” I cringe.
“I’m glad you weren’t. The truth is, I’ve wanted you since the first day I met you. I’ve made excuses to come by the office and see you almost every week now for two years. I had no idea you felt the same way, and I don’t think we need to keep pushing each other away now that we know how we both feel.” His lips are hovering closer to mine as his voice grows deep and thick.
“You don’t think it’s a bad idea?” I pray silently that he’ll say no. That he’ll kiss me and show me just how great of an idea this can be.
“I think this could be the beginning of something amazing, and I’m not willing to walk away from that just because we work together.” His hand slips around my waist and heat blooms in my core as I step in so close to him every muscle on his body is pressed against me. “Don’t you want to find out what this can be?” he murmurs, his breath billowing onto my cheeks, his mouth only inches from mine.
“I do,” I admit. “I really do.”
Jaxon’s hand cups my chin and draws my face to his as his lips cover mine in a soft and tender kiss. I whimper into his mouth as my body tenses against him and then melts into his arms as I finally taste the longing on his tongue. His need grows and presses into me as his cock grows hard and I gasp, grinding into him with desperation.
Jaxon lifts me up and sits me down on the edge of the counter, and I open my legs as he steps into me and tremble as his fingers glide over my bathrobe belt and pluck it open.
Chapter 5 - Jaxon
Her fluffy, pink bathrobe falls open, hanging from her shoulders and revealing her perfect body. My eyes are drawn to her creamy skin, the flawlessly curving of her perky tits, rounding her little belly and flaring back out at her hips. Her pink nipples pucker and grow taut, like little mountain peaks begging to be climbed and crested by my lips.
I step into her, pushing her robe from her shoulders, and watch as it pools around her full ass on the counter. I didn’t know she has a tattoo of a hummingbird on her shoulder. I want to explore every inch of her with my tongue. And then I want to fill her with every inch of my cock until she’s screaming my name.
“You’re beautiful.” My voice is hushed, like someone standing before a revered painting and seeing it in person for the first time. Lacey could have easily been painted by Da Vinci or sculpted by Michelangelo, she’s that stunning. She makes it easy to understand how men have been motivated to spend hours, days, and years creating art inspired by women.
“Oh, I don’t…” She shies away, refusing to believe what I can see with my own eyes.
I cup her chin and tilt her head back to me until she looks into my eyes. “I know. You’re stunning, Lacey, and I can’t wait to show you just how you should be worshipped.” I plant my hands on either side of her thighs and she reaches up, pulling her glasses off and sliding them across the counter. I lean into her, breathing her in like the oxygen I need to live, like she’s just as important. Our lips meet softly and she opens her mouth to me, letting me explore her tongue with mine. She tastes like heaven.
I slide my hand up her back and pull her into me tight, kissing a path down to her ear and then over the soft, sensitive skin of her neck as she mewls quietly. I lick her collarbone and drag my tongue over her flesh until I reach her rosy nipple.
Lacey breathes out softly, tossing her head back and letting her red waves cascade over her shoulders as she arches her back toward my touch. I flicker my tongue over her pink nipple, leaving it glistening and hard before kissing a trail to her other one. I pull it into my mouth, swirling my tongue over it before sucking on it hard. I softly drag the edge of my teeth over the nub and she cries out as I lick it all better for her.
“Oh, Jaxon, I’ve been waiting for you all this time,” she purrs as I kiss and nibble down her belly. I nip her hip and she squirms as I ease her back on the countertop and settle between her thick thighs.
Lacey looks down at me and then turns her head to the side, refusing to meet my eyes.
“Don’t do that,” I demand. “Look at me. I’m gonna lick your sweet pussy and you’re gonna cum on my tongue and I don’t want you hiding from me. I want to watch you when you lose control. I want to see the moment I send you over the edge, Lacey.”
She bites her plump lip and silently nods as I stroke my finger over her bare pussy, tempting her. Teasing her. Spreading her slick juices over her mound until it glistens with her desire. Looking straight into her blue eyes, I dip my head between her legs and push my tongue in past her lips. Lacey immediately groans, lifting her hips up to meet me as I delve my tongue in further, lapping up her juices and fluttering over her clit. She’s a good girl, though. She keeps her eyes on mine like I told her to, even as her face flushes and her lips swell.
I lick a finger and slide it inside her. Fuck, she’s tight. I can’t believe how much she clamps down on just one of my fingers as I thrust it inside her. I twirl my tongue over her clit teasingly and Lacey opens her legs wide, dropping her knees to either side of her and giving me full access to her core. I slide another finger inside her and wonder how she’ll ever take my cock when she’s so tight. If she told me she was a virgin, I’d believe her.
I curl my fingers slightly and fuck her with them as I suckle and lick her clit. Lacey mewls and moans, but somehow manages to keep her eyes on mine.
“Good girl,” I praise her and thrust my fingers inside her deep as I watch her face contort with pleasure. “Cum for me, Lacey,” I instruct her and the walls of her pussy clench down and contract around my fingers as I feverishly batter her clit with my tongue.
“Oh, ohhhh fuuuuck!” She threads her fingers through my hair and arches her back as her juices splash over my tongue. Every muscle in her legs tightens and quivers as her orgasm rushes through her, making her lose control.
I pull my head back as she pants on the counter and quickly tug my shirt off. “I’m not done with you yet,” I growl at her as I tug my wallet free from my pants and slip a foil packet from inside. “Get that ass over here.” I yank on her hips and slide her to the edge of her marble countertop. I free my cock from my pants hastily, leaving my pants pooled around my ankles as I tear open the condom wrapper with my teeth and roll it down over my throbbing shaft. “On your belly,” I instruct her and she obeys, saucily shaking her ass at me to get me going.
I slap her ass hard, grabbing a palm full of her flesh and pinching it slightly as she cries out. “Are you teasing me, you naughty girl?” I slap her other cheek and she cries out again but this time not in pain.
“Maybe.” She smiles slyly over her shoulder and I grab her hands, circling each of her wrists in one of my hands. I jerk them up over her back and step between her feet so she’s completely under my control. Lacey lays her face flat to the cool counter and I use my free hand to guide my co
ck to her wet entrance. There’s no taking it slow. There’s nothing sweet or subtle about it. I slam my cock inside her in one fast thrust, filling her tight little pussy with every inch.
Lacey gasps and I pull out halfway before slamming it back in again with all my force. I hold her hands tight under my control and pump my shaft inside her tight walls, filling her up, stretching her out, as I fuck her from behind hard and fast. Her plump ass jiggles as I fuck her with wild abandon and I can’t look away from how her soft skin meets mine with every thrust.
She tightens around me, gripping my cock from inside as I hold her wrists and step her legs out wider, burying my shaft in her to the hilt. My balls slap against her pussy as I drive my cock inside her and Lacey moans as I make her entire body tremble with need. Hot ecstasy rushes through my veins and overcomes me as my cum fills the condom in spurts. Lacey contracts around me, her own orgasm tearing through her as she pushes her ass back into me hard and cries my name.
“Jaxon! Oh fuck!”
A shudder runs through me as my cock twitches and the last of my cum fills the condom. I drop her hands and grab the base, pulling out of her and carefully sliding it off, dropping it in the garbage and smiling at Lacey as she stands up and faces me.
“That was amazing.” She crumples in my arms and I hold her against me, running my hand over her messed up hair.
“You’re amazing.” I kiss her forehead, warmth spreading inside me when a smile appears on her red lips.
“Do you”—she looks up at me with uncertainty dancing in her bright blue eyes—“do you think you can stay a while?”
“You didn’t think you were getting rid of me that easy, did you?” I murmur as I rest my cheek on her forehead.
“I wasn’t sure. I mean, how are we…what are we? Isn’t this going to be hard with me working for you?”
“It could be,” I admit. “Or it could be the best thing we’ve ever done. I’m willing to give this, to give us, a try if you are.” I hold her shoulders and stare down into her eyes. “I don’t think it has to be black and white, Lacey. I think you and I can live in the shades of gray.”
She smiles up at me and exhales like she’s been holding her breath the entire time. “I’d like to give that a try.”
“How about you show me that picture you said you took of my first building?” I give her a wink, inviting myself into her bedroom. Lacey nods and bites her lip, leading me by the hand to her stairs.
“You know, my favorite color is gray.” She grins over her shoulder at me.
“Perfect.” I laugh and follow her to the bedroom and the beginning of something beautiful.
THE END
9
Burning Desire
Chapter 1
I tap my freshly manicured nail against the screen of my Kindle Fire and smile. I love Connor and Charlotte’s book so much. I’ve noticed that many of the heroines I enjoy reading these days have a lot more backbone than the ones from the romances I used to like. I think it says something about where I am in my life. I’m ready to take charge. I deserve a nice car and a comfortable house. I deserve a fine man who treats me right. I deserve to be seen and valued. Today I’m taking the first step to getting all of that. This afternoon, I’m asking for a raise.
I stand up and smooth my hands down over my knee-length, A-line skirt that I splurged on. I tuck my Kindle into my purse and catch a glimpse of myself in the teacher’s lounge microwave. I’m still not completely used to my new hairstyle yet. The bouncy, asymmetrical bob is a big change from the poofy hair I had grown down past my bra strap. You know what they say. If a woman drastically changes her hair, she’s about to drastically change her life.
Look out, world, Grace has finally arrived.
I push back my shoulders and casually drape my white leather purse from my shoulder as I make my way to the principal’s office.
Click-clip, click-clip! My nicest patent pumps tick on the polished hallway floor as I let my hips swing a little while I walk.
I’m a new woman and today is the first day of the rest of my life.
I spent too many years in a relationship that broke me down and made me feel useless. When I met Will, I knew right from the beginning that he wasn’t my perfect man. I mean, definitely not like any of the guys I loved reading about in my books, but I told myself those guys don’t exist. Not for me anyway. So, I quietly accepted his constant criticisms and demands for one-sided sex. I let him make me invisible in my own life, playing some distant secondary character in my own story because everything was about him.
Looking back, it’s a blessing that he cheated. I’m not even sure I would’ve had the fire in my belly needed to kick his ass to the curb. Luckily, he left. That was the last decision he ever made for me and it was by far his best. After Will ran off with some twenty-something waitress, I realized I could stand on my own two feet. Not only that, but I also enjoyed the empowerment that came with being single. All of a sudden, I was dressing up again, wearing cute outfits just because I felt like it. I started hanging out with my girlfriends again. And now, I’m ready to take this “new me” to the next level. Demand a raise, since I haven’t had one in over five years, and build a better life for myself. Maybe even with a better man.
I reach the office door and sashay to my desk. I sit in my worn chair and start up my computer as I tell myself that I can do this.
As the senior administrator at Milltown Elementary, I deserve a raise. I’m worth it, dammit. And I’m not leaving this office today without talking to Mr. Gideon about it.
“Grace!” A rough snarl slices through my puffy cloud of thoughts and makes my shoulders tense up tight. Speaking of Mr. Gideon, he stomps across the floor from his office like he’s on a warpath.
“Yes.” I smile sweetly and wait for whatever crisis of the day he plans to plop on my desk.
“Listen, these two kids were supposed to take the bus over to the fire station for the grade two field trip. Anyway, they missed it and they’re late, so take them over, will ya?”
It’s not really a question, but a demand. I grit my teeth, but the pasted smile on my face doesn’t falter.
“I’m not sure that I’m legally allowed to do that, am I?”
For a guy who loves having paperwork for his paperwork, you’d think he’d know that I’m not technically supposed to be taxiing people’s children around. I don’t have the parents’ permission, let alone the insurance coverage.
“Listen”—he snakes his fingers through his thinning hair with exasperation—“it’s only ten blocks from here. Let’s not make this a thing, okay? Just drop them off and we can all move on with our afternoon.”
The phoenix inside me falls from the sky and crumples back down into the pile of ashes as my confidence slips away. My mouth tugs down in the corners and I cringe at the meek voice that escapes my lips. “Yeah, sure. I’ll take them over right now.”
Grabbing my purse, I stand up and walk over to the two boys who missed the bus. I feel like even at their age, they know I’m a pushover. My shoulders slump forward with defeat. “Let’s get going. I’m taking you to the fire station.” I jerk my head toward the door and my bouncy bob springs around my face.
So much for changing my life. Looks like I spent a lot of time getting ready today so I could be a less glorified Uber driver. The boys follow down the hall as my shoes clip and clop against the floor, except now it doesn’t sound confident or cheerful, just like the drumbeat of a sad song no one wants to listen to.
Chapter 2
I pull my old Ford Tempo into the fire station and park the car as the kids kick my seat behind me. Despite how shitty this afternoon is going, I can’t help the flurry of excitement as I step out of my car and peer into the huge open bay doors. Seeing the cherry red firetrucks and firefighters all done up in their gear gives me a little thrill. I mean, what woman doesn’t secretly want to be tossed over the broad shoulder of a fireman? It’s the ultimate damsel in distress being saved by her ultimate hero
. The idea makes my breath catch in my throat and my nipples pebble under my bra.
I distractedly open the back car door and the boys jump out and run like little streaks of lightning across the parking lot to the demonstration happening inside.
I slam my rusty car door shut and look over at the guys inside. If I didn’t know better, I’d say I recognize the tall, muscular man with the sleeves of colorful tattoos and a tight black T-shirt under his red suspenders holding up his firefighting pants. I take a couple of steps across the pavement toward the bay. I mean, I know I should probably get back to the office. Mr. Gideon most likely has a stack of paperwork for me to get through by the end of the day. But, for some reason, I can’t stop moving my feet toward the sexy man giving the demonstration to the group of attentive seven-year-olds inside.
I stop in my tracks as the realization of who I’m shamelessly staring at comes to me. It’s Cayden.
Cayden Black.
Oh, wow. I bite my lip to prevent my mouth from falling open as my eyes lazily travel over his built frame. I haven’t seen Cayden since high school, but there’s no doubt in my mind that it’s him. He has way more tattoos and muscles, but I can still see the boyish charm in his chiseled features and the mischievous glint in his light blue eyes.
Just like every other girl in our school, I had a huge crush on him. When was that? I can’t believe it’s already been twelve years since we graduated. There’s no way he’d remember me. I was just a nerdy nobody and he was every girl’s fantasy.
I grab my keys and start walking back to my car. I should get back to it. My work here is done.
No.
The small but powerful voice inside me makes me pause.
No.
You look fucking fantastic. You’re not a little, bookish wallflower anymore, Grace. You backed down from asking for a raise, but there’s no reason you have to scurry away from Cayden. Turn your ass around and go see if there’s a ring on that finger.
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