It crossed his mind to strip out of his own clothes and then the two of them could prance naked through the woods. Hell…once they caught this thief, the two of them were going to enjoy some much-needed time off. Maybe they would stay naked the entire time.
“I promise. I won’t run.” Some of her anger seemed to have dissipated.
Jordan released her and she took a couple of clumsy steps in front of him before gaining her footing.
“Don’t ever run from me, Roxanne.” He stroked her hair out of her face. The way she looked up at him, seeming to understand the meaning of his words, released emotions that he wasn’t sure he’d ever experienced before. “I need you.”
“Yes. You do need me,” she whispered, and right now she couldn’t stand it any longer. She needed him too.
Ignoring the little voice inside her to defy him, to walk away and not give in to her desires until she had a strong commitment, she ran her hand over his perfectly sculpted chest to the top of his pants.
All he could do was stand there when she knelt before him. Hands half the size of his overwhelmed him with their skill. Night air tickled the hair on his legs as his pants fell to his ankles. Heavenly heat engulfed him when her mouth closed around him. Whoever taught her to use that tongue of hers deserved a medal. She nipped and sucked until he could feel the blood pounding through his veins. Those torturing hands left his balls and grabbed his rear end, fingernails digging into him as she held on and let him ram his cock into her mouth again and again.
“Stand up.” Jordan’s voice was no more than a guttural whisper.
Roxanne obeyed silently, her lips swollen and parted as she looked up at him with lust-filled eyes. He grabbed her ass and lifted her up into the air before sliding her down on to his engorged shaft, impaling her with one thrust. She howled and threw her head back, moving her hands to his shoulders to hold on for dear life as he drove into her. Muscular legs wrapped around him and she arched to allow him full penetration.
Jordan pounded Roxanne’s velvety folds without mercy. When her muscles constricted around his cock and her body tightened, he knew she was ready to explode. Pulling out of her quickly, he half-dropped, half-threw her away from him.
The protesting scream that escaped her lips brought a smile to his face.
“On all fours.” There was no way Jordan could form a full sentence.
Roxanne didn’t object. Anything. She would do anything to have him back inside her. Quickly, Roxanne scurried to her hands and knees, ignoring the uneven ground pressing into her skin.
Dropping to his knees, Jordan put a hand on her stomach to lift her to him, then probed the puckered hole that taunted him, rubbing himself up and down her, from one hole to the other, until she was as soaked at both ends, and he thought he would explode once again with need.
“Oh yes,” Roxanne moaned, realizing what he intended to do.
Her body quivered with excitement. She felt like a wild woman, on her hands and knees being fucked by her man in the great outdoors. Arching her back, she was so exposed, so vulnerable, and a rush of intense pleasure over the knowledge took her off-guard. She would figure it out later, but right now, submitting to Jordan like this felt real damned good.
He eased his cock into her asshole and closed his eyes in an effort not to explode as tight heat almost suffocated him.
“Oh God, Roxanne,” he breathed, as he started moving slowly. At that moment, he would have given the woman anything she asked for. The moon and the stars would be hers if she had requested it. Never before had he fit inside a woman so perfectly.
“Ummm.” She attempted to speak as she adjusted her legs, raising herself, allowing him to go deeper.
Jordan moved slowly in and out of her ass, aware that he’d finally gained her full submission. And the knowledge burned at him, rushed through him with so much intensity he would lose it without fully being able to enjoy her, or give her the pleasure she deserved.
Her body relaxed underneath him, as she arched and allowed him to ease in and out of her. He knew he wasn’t hurting her, although more than likely he’d have to carry her back home when they were done.
“Jordan,” she cried, turning her head so he could see her moisten her lips, her cheeks flushed with such a crimson hue that he could see her pleasure even in the dim light.
He couldn’t help himself. Moving faster, gripping her ass while he began pounding her, he closed his eyes, the pleasure she offered him better than he’d ever dreamed possible.
“Fucking shit…I’m going to come.” He couldn’t focus on a blessed thing other than the tightness of her ass.
Sweat trickled down his temples and his back as he slid in and out of her heat with all the ferocity he could manage. The ringing in his ears didn’t distract him from the pounding of his blood through every inch of his body. No longer capable of holding back, he exploded deep inside her, as her muscles clenched and released against him. Roxanne trembled, unable to stop the tidal wave of her climax surging and exploding inside her. She screamed, sure of the fact that she would pass out from the intensity of her orgasm.
The two of them collapsed on the bed of twigs and dried leaves underneath them, and greedily breathed in the cool night air.
“I can’t believe I let you do that,” Roxanne said after a moment.
His cock slid out of her, and he pulled her to him, resting on his back while he cuddled her into his arms.
Jordan stared up at the trees above him, appearing like black contorted lines against the almost black sky above them. He turned to look at Roxanne, then shifted to his side and studied her expression. Her eyes were closed, and she lay naked on the ground, her hair tossed around her head. She breathed heavily, and her ripe breasts moved up and down as her dark nipples remained puckered and eager.
“Are you hurt?” He knew he had gotten carried away but she seemed to want everything he had given her.
She turned her head in his direction and opened one eye. “Only my pride,” she said.
He loved that saucy look she gave him, and his insides stirred as he let his gaze travel down her body.
“You respond well to me,” he told her. “That is nothing to be ashamed of.”
“This isn’t about physical attraction,” she murmured, moistening her lips. “I need to trust you, know that I’m the only woman you’re sleeping with.”
“You are the only woman I’m sleeping with.” He ran his fingers through her hair, enjoying its silky feeling.
No other woman even came close to grabbing his attention. And until Roxanne, the last thought on his mind had been entering a relationship.
Roxanne nodded and nibbled her lower lip. He stood and pulled his jeans up, then buttoned them. “Your jeans are back at the entrance to the forest.” He held out his hand to help her stand. “Can you walk?”
“Yeah,” she said, not looking at him. “I’m fine.”
But she wasn’t fine. He wasn’t sure exactly what demons plagued her, but she remained quiet and walked alongside him on the path back to the entrance of the forest.
Any other time, Jordan would have thought such a stroll along this path that he never had time to enjoy, would have been a wonderful treat, especially with Roxanne. But so much weighed over the two of them at the moment that it was hard to take time to focus on their surroundings as they walked.
When they reached the point where the dirt path turned to cobblestone, Jordan went over to where he had tossed her jeans, and straightened them before handing them to her. “I think showers are in order,” he decided. “And then you and I can sit down and brainstorm over this matter at work. Have you eaten?”
“I’m not all that hungry right now,” she said, looking distracted. “But I think I will accept your offer of a shower.”
She did look up at him then, and he could see the turmoil clouding her lovely eyes. “And I would like to shower alone,” she added.
Jordan smiled, having assumed they would shower alone already. “That
will be fine,” he told her.
Jordan wasn’t surprised to see missed calls on his cell phone when they returned to the house. He set Roxanne up in his bathroom, making sure she had clean towels and everything she needed. Then he had left her and returned downstairs to his den, to once again focus on the matters of his business. He checked the numbers to see who had called him, and decided to contact Dixon first, to see if he had gathered any new information.
A printout rested in the tray of his fax machine, and Jordan stood and walked to the machine, which sat on his side table. It took just a minute to recognize the information that had been faxed to him.
“Damn it,” he swore, and fought the urge to crinkle the sheet into a ball and toss it across the room.
The phone on the desk rang, and Jordan yanked the receiver off the cradle. “Yes,” he demanded.
“Where have you been?” Dixon asked.
“Busy,” Jordan told him.
“Well, so has our thief,” Dixon said. “Did you get my fax?”
“I just picked it up.” Jordan focused on the fax that he still held in his hand and felt his mood grow sour.
“She nabbed another ten thousand right here in town,” Dixon said. “I’ve sent the police over to Roxanne’s house, and I’m not too surprised that she isn’t at home.”
“You sent the police to her house?” Jordan slammed his hand, holding the fax, onto his desk. “I will not have you harassing her,” he yelled into the phone.
“I realize you have feelings for her, Jordan, but this is your life you’re talking about. Many more thefts like this and she will put you under.”
“Roxanne is not our thief,” Jordan hissed. “I have told you that before. And if you can’t get that into your head then I will find another investigator who will focus on solving these crimes.”
Dixon didn’t say anything for a minute, and Jordan walked around his desk and sat in his chair. He looked up at that moment, and realized that Roxanne stood in the doorway of his study.
She appeared dwarfed wearing his large white bathrobe, which she must have pulled off the hook in his bathroom. Her feet were bare, and her hair hung damp around her face, which glowed from her hot shower. Roxanne watched him with her dark eyes, and her lips drawn in a tight line. By her expression, Jordan guessed she had stood there long enough to hear his comments on the phone.
Jordan gestured for her to enter, and she took cautious steps toward his desk, bringing with her the clean scent of soap.
“Jordan, your father—” Dixon began, but Jordan interrupted him.
“This has nothing to do with my father,” he barked, and glanced up when Roxanne frowned at him.
Roxanne wanted to run from his office, grab her clothes and get the hell out of there. Overhearing him defend her felt damn good, but his associates thought her a criminal. She needed to be out there finding the real thief. More than anything she wanted to show all of them that not only were they wrong, but that she could find out who was stealing from Jordan before the others could. Blame it on her pride, but she wanted respect, and didn’t mind working to earn it. Not to mention she would love to rub all of those assholes’ noses in the fact that she could pull off the job when they couldn’t.
But another part of her couldn’t leave Jordan’s side. She glanced down at the fax that rested on his desk, recognizing the withdrawal statement and their client’s name.
“Not again,” she whispered, and collapsed into the chair facing Jordan while he listened to whoever spoke to him at the other end.
“Jordan, you’ve worked hard to establish your firm,” Dixon was saying.
Again Jordan cut him off. “Do we know where the thief was when this unauthorized transaction took place?” Jordan watched Roxanne who held the fax in her hand.
“The police are working on it,” Dixon said.
“How long ago did this happen?” Jordan asked.
“A little over an hour ago,” Roxanne told him while studying the printout, and Dixon offered the same information over the phone.
“Do they know where the thief did this?” she asked, and Jordan shook his head.
Roxanne turned with the fax still in her hand, and walked out of Jordan’s study. Jordan stood, wanting to know where she headed.
“I’m still down here at your office,” Dixon told him. “Why don’t you drive back down here? I’m sure the police have some questions for you.”
“The police can come here.” Jordan wanted to brainstorm with Roxanne and doubted he would be able to do so if he brought her with him to the office. “I’m staying in for the night.”
“Very well,” Dixon said, and didn’t sound pleased with Jordan’s comment but that was just too damned bad. “I’ll be in touch.”
Jordan hung up the phone and then walked into the main part of his home, looking for Roxanne. “Where are you?” he called out, but she didn’t answer.
A beep sounded, and Jordan realized his front door had just opened. He walked to the main entryway as Roxanne reentered his home. “Where did you go?” he asked, noting she had just left his house wearing his long white bathrobe, and deciding at the same time that he liked the way she looked in it.
Roxanne held up her briefcase, and his robe slid open around her, revealing a fair amount of cleavage.
“Aaron found out that the thief had used that library because he had a friend who is a hacker,” she told him as she re-secured the bathrobe and walked past him back toward his study. “I have Aaron’s number in here. I’m not sure if he’ll agree to help or not.”
“You’re going to call him?” Jordan had a feeling the young accountant would be more than willing to help, especially since Jordan had offered him a small fortune to leave the firm quietly, and had pretty much secured a position for the young man with a well-established brokerage firm.
Roxanne didn’t answer, but set her briefcase down on the opposite side of Jordan’s desk and popped it open. She pulled out her cell phone, and one of the company’s laptops, and created a space for herself on the corner of his desk. Jordan pushed a chair up behind her, and she glanced at him for a moment before accepting it, and sitting.
“My clothes are too dirty to put back on,” she murmured, and arranged his bathrobe around her.
“I like you in that,” Jordan said, and sat on the edge of his desk so that he could look down at her.
She didn’t comment nor did she look up, but flipped on the laptop, and then a minute later had Aaron Tipley on the phone. Jordan sat and listened to her talk to the young man, noting how friendly and professional she could sound all at the same time. She had a gift for working with people, and a sound mind for business. All of that wrapped up in such a gorgeous body. Jordan never would have believed such a woman could exist.
“Of course, this would have to be kept quiet,” Roxanne said, and Jordan quit focusing on her attributes, to listen to what she said on the phone. “But Hall Enterprises will pay for his services. We would like to meet with him as soon as can be arranged.”
Roxanne nodded, smiled, and then laughed at something Aaron must have said to her. Jordan couldn’t see how anyone who paid any attention to this woman would think her guilty of any crime. She had as much of a vested interest in Hall Enterprises as he did. He had no problem paying for the services of a hacker, but the fact that she would authorize something like this, without so much as a glance in his direction, showed him that she viewed the company as much a part of her life as he did.
“Yes, give him this number, and have him call me as soon as possible.” Roxanne continued to smile. “Thank you, Aaron,” she said, and then jotted something down on a notepad she had pulled from the inner pocket of her briefcase.
Jordan’s phone rang, and he stood to move around his desk to answer it. He didn’t recognize the number on his caller ID, but answered it, thinking it might be the police or someone else pertaining to the latest theft.
“Jordan, darling, it’s Elaine Rothchild.” The woman sang into h
is ear. “I just had to call you since I realized I caught you on the run the other day.”
Jordan leaned back in his chair, wishing now he hadn’t answered the call. “Hello, Elaine,” he said, frowning while he picked up a pen and began tapping it against his desk. “I’m in the middle of something right now. This isn’t a good time.”
“Well, we had to stop in town to see my niece,” Elaine continued, obviously ignoring the fact that he didn’t want to talk to her. “I didn’t tell Matthew about our conversation the other day. He would have been so upset with me if he thought I’d upset you somehow. I thought while we were in town I would make another attempt to get you to talk with my husband. You’ve got the most successful firm in the Midwest, and Matthew would be such an asset to you.”
Jordan had conveniently put everything about the presumptuous woman out of his head the minute he had left her, but he nodded anyway. “Right now isn’t a good time,” he said.
“Then I’ll call you tomorrow morning. We can make plans then,” she said quickly before he could tell her he wasn’t interested.
Damn pushy bitch.
“Well, I hope I haven’t distracted your thoughts too much,” she said with a laugh that told Jordan that she was very pleased with herself. “But I told my Matthew that I was willing to do anything to help him land a position with Hall Enterprises.”
“I’m sure you would,” Jordan said and doubted he would have time in the morning to give her husband any consideration. “I’ve got some matters to tie up this evening. I’ll call you.”
“You won’t regret it,” Elaine said, and he about cringed when she blew a kiss through the phone.
Jordan managed to get the woman off the phone in the next minute, and let out a sigh as he hung up the phone. At the least he could find solace in knowing Hall Enterprises still held its outstanding reputation.
Jordan looked up as Roxanne stood at the other side of his desk. “So this hacker is going to call you?” he asked, and then noticed the look of outrage on her face.
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