“You know what I mean.” Roxanne rubbed her rear where he’d just spanked her, and smiled when she looked up to see passion fill his gaze as he watched the act.
They reached the Porsche, and Jordan unlocked the passenger door and then opened it for her.
“Please take me to my car,” she asked again, as she slid into the passenger seat.
Jordan watched her skirt slide up her thigh when she slid into his car. She’d worn thigh-highs instead of her usual pantyhose. His insides hardened, blood suddenly pumping through him faster than it had a moment ago. He wondered if she had on panties, or if that pussy of hers was completely exposed.
“It will cost you,” Jordan told her, and then shut her door, and strode around to the other side.
Roxanne saw how his mood seemed to have lifted, and understood the release of tension he must be experiencing with the knowledge that the thievery would stop. Tonight would be a good night to discuss the standing of their relationship, Roxanne decided, and felt a knot of anticipation and anxiety form in her tummy.
Chapter Twenty-One
The parking lot next to the tall office building appeared quiet and abandoned when Jordan pulled the Porsche alongside Roxanne’s Probe. Roxanne got out of his car before he could make it around to help her, and fished for her keys in her purse. Jordan moved around the Porsche, and took her purse from her hands, placing it on the roof of her car behind her.
Roxanne looked up at him, and felt her insides dance to life at the predatory look on his face. Why was it such a turn-on to be stalked like prey?
“I am going to spend the entire night making love to you, lady,” Jordan said. “I don’t plan on stopping until you accept that fact that you are mine.”
He stood inches from her, forcing her to look up so she could see his face. He didn’t touch her, but the nearness of his body, as he stood inches from her, engulfed her with an ache that begged for attention. A pulsing need between her legs, as pressure and moistness made the smooth folds of skin ache for his touch, forced her to adjust how she stood. She shifted from one foot to the other, wanting nothing more at the moment than to rub her fingers around her clitoris, and spread the thick juices from her need over her shaven skin.
Roxanne licked her lips, and Jordan moved in on the action, capturing her lower lip with his teeth and scraping her tender skin before moving his mouth over hers. Roxanne stretched into him, pressing her body against his, and ran her hands up his muscular arms, then held on to his shoulders. She wanted to make love to him, and hoped that he would want her to, after she said what needed to be said.
Jordan pulled his mouth from hers, and Roxanne gazed into those midnight eyes that matched the color of the sky behind him. His black hair hung around his face as he looked down at her, and she reached up to run a finger over a silky strand.
“There’s more to a relationship than me belonging to you,” she whispered, her heart aching with each beat. “There are other women in your life and every time I bring it up, you offer no explanation, as if I’m simply supposed to accept that.”
“There are no other women in my life, Roxanne. Just you. And that’s how it’s going to be.”
He scanned her face, seeing her worry, and searched for words that would calm her. This was such new territory. Never had he wanted something so bad that he couldn’t buy, or gain, simply by taking it. Roxanne wanted more from him than he’d ever given another person before. He wouldn’t live without her, but wasn’t sure he had what she needed in return.
“What about Elaine? And the phone call yesterday,” she asked, inevitable pain wrapping around her heart.
“Elaine Rothchild is the wife of an accountant who needs work. She’s propositioned me, but Roxanne, you have nothing to worry about. She called me again yesterday, begging for work for her husband and making it clear she would do anything to help him get a job.” He didn’t like telling her this.
More than anything he wanted to protect her from the ugly side of his job. But she wouldn’t have it that way. And somehow he would learn to give her what she wanted. Roxanne was worth it. He sighed, enjoying how her bare thighs felt against his hands. His blood boiled with need but he fought to keep his head clear to answer her questions until she was satisfied. “They are a couple who partake in a different type of sexual lifestyle. She wanted to fuck me while her husband watched.”
“Would you do that?” she asked.
“No,” he told her, the smoothness of her skin against his palms driving him crazy. “Not with them. Hall Enterprises has a strong reputation. We’ve managed to keep scandal away from our business and I won’t chance doing anything to tarnish it.”
Jordan didn’t take his gaze from hers as his hands moved to her hips, and then slowly raised her dress.
Roxanne looked around the dark parking lot, and then back up to his aroused gaze. “Jordan, we’re in a parking lot.”
Roxanne felt the second her dress raised to her hips, and the fresh air teased the moist skin between her legs. Her eyes widened as one of Jordan’s hands moved over her rear end, and his other hand slid between her legs and fingers spread her and exposed her swollen knob of desire, which now pulsed with an erratic beat spawned from desire and nervous excitement.
“You’re not wearing any underwear,” Jordan growled in a husky whisper into her ear, sending instant chills through her entire body.
Roxanne had so many sensations running through her that all she could manage was a small smile in response. He had exposed her in a public place, albeit quiet and unoccupied, her heart pounded with that knowledge. It also pounded as her breathing quickened, and her mind grew more focused on what his hands were doing to her.
But something else clicked inside her while a sensual fog threatened to take over her thoughts. “Our business?” she asked, his words suddenly hitting her.
Jordan watched her, it hitting him at that moment that he’d referred to Hall Enterprises as theirs. He smiled, liking the idea.
“I can’t live without you, Roxanne,” he whispered, crushing his groin against her exposed pussy. “We’re the perfect team, whether it’s work or pleasure.”
He watched the wall of resistance she’d placed around her emotions lifting as happiness lit up her dark eyes and flushed over her expression.
“Will you submit to me here?” Jordan’s tone had a husky edge to it. He needed her so desperately he wasn’t sure he could move until he’d had her. And taking her publicly like this had that edge of danger to it that sent a rush of adrenaline through him, making him feel more alive while blood pumped into his cock.
“No,” she said instantly, and then her legs quivered when he pressed a finger against the bulging throb between her legs. “Jordan,” she cried, and hung on to him as he pressed harder.
“Are you going to fight me?” he whispered, and she stared up into those demanding eyes.
Roxanne couldn’t answer though. Jordan spread his fingers across her rear and pressed her into him while his other hand stroked her wetness, and played a wicked dance around her hardened clit.
“Unzip my pants, Roxanne,” Jordan told her.
Roxanne stared at him, and felt her mouth go dry. Her hands slid from his shoulders to his elbows, but then stopped. Jordan found the rock-hard nub surrounded by her juices, and patted it with one finger.
“Do it now,” he ordered with a gruff whisper.
Roxanne inhaled a shattered breath, and let her hands slide to his pants. She shook with nervous energy, the thought of him fucking her so publicly, where they risked the chance of getting caught, scaring and exciting her all at once. Her fingers stumbled over his belt and zipper, while her heart raced with so much energy that she was lightheaded.
Jordan’s arousal leapt into her hands once she had his zipper down, and she licked her dry lips as her fingers circled the steely shaft.
Jordan moved his hand that spread over her exposed rear end, and ran his fingers toward her inner thigh, then pulled and lifted her le
g.
“What if we get caught?” She shot a nervous look around the parking lot.
She wanted him so bad. And fucking him there had a naughty thrill to it that made her so wet she couldn’t stand it.
“I’ll protect you. Take this adventure with me,” he whispered, and lifted her leg to his waist, then angled his hips so that she could feel his cock press into her moistness.
“I will have you anywhere,” he told her. “Move your hands.”
Roxanne let go of the velvet skin that covered steel, and put her hands around his biceps. Nervous energy ran through her and combated with raw desire, causing her heart to race, and blood to pump through her at an exciting pace. Someone could pull into the quiet parking lot at any moment. They could get caught doing it in between their parked cars like two high-school kids, and the thought scared and excited her all at the same time.
Jordan pressed against her, and then shifted her body toward him. At the same time he thrust, and Roxanne felt his engorged erection slide through her feverish entrance and fill her, as he stretched and penetrated her, matching her need with his.
Jordan retreated slowly.
Roxanne felt the pressure he left behind, and her lower muscles gripped at him, unable to prevent his slow escape. She dug her fingers into his arms, her mouth open, not wishing to breathe.
“Jordan,” she begged, no longer caring that they stood in a dark parking lot, next to the office building where they worked, in the heart of Kansas City, with life buzzing around them on the street, and for blocks after that.
Jordan bent his legs slightly, and began a lazy cruise within her again, sliding his massive shaft deeper inside her, pressing against the pressure he had left behind moments before. She felt her muscles cling to him, as once again he filled and stretched her.
“Who do you belong to?” he asked.
Roxanne couldn’t look away from those black orbs that stalked her. She licked her lips and tried to tell him that she didn’t belong to anyone. If he wanted to own her, make her into his sexual toy, then he had the wrong woman. But as Jordan filled her again, and then stopped before he had completely penetrated her, and let his erection rest within her soaked, aching muscles, she couldn’t make herself form the words.
“Tell me,” Jordan whispered, and stood holding her, buried deep within her, and not moving.
“I…” she tried to say it but then stopped. She wanted to tell him that she belonged to herself.
Jordan once again began to slide away from the one spot that would bring her release. She gripped at his arms with her fingers, digging deep into the material of his shirt, and tried everything her inner muscles were capable of to prevent his regression.
“No,” she wailed, as he made a torturous journey back toward the entrance of her sex, leaving her in a fog of frustrated passion as the pressure built further inside her.
“You know the answer, Roxanne,” he told her. “I want to hear you admit it. Tell me who you belong to.”
“Tell me who you belong to,” she cried, and wanting more than anything to belong to him, to be his forever.
Jordan slammed into her with such force that Roxanne felt she had been punched when stars exploded in front of her. She threw her head back, gasping for air, as her muscles grabbed onto his cock, and exploded with so much force that Roxanne felt her legs go weak. He maneuvered his hands quickly to help her remain balanced on her one foot, and at the same time slid completely out of her. Roxanne had barely felt her orgasm begin when she found herself empty, and her leg sliding down the side of him, until both her feet were on the ground.
“Get in your car, and drive to my house.” Jordan straightened, and adjusted himself, then zipped his pants, taking away from her what she needed most at the moment. “I’ll be right behind you.”
Roxanne wanted to cry, and scream at the same time. She wanted to lunge at Jordan and demand that he finish what he started. He adjusted his pants and then turned toward his car.
The asshole! He got her all hot and bothered, and then left her in a state where she could hardly focus, let alone move. And now he expected her to drive. She couldn’t believe his nerve. She yanked her car door open. Roxanne threw her purse to the passenger seat, and slid behind the wheel of her car, staring ahead for a moment before she reached for her key. She had felt his arousal, knew he was hard with need for her. How could he walk away from her when he wanted her as badly as she wanted him?
Roxanne grabbed her keys and started her car. She lurched the car forward, grinding her gears, and left the parking lot while cursing his name.
“You are a fool!” Roxanne let out an exasperated breath, and forced herself to relax as she moved through traffic. “He tried to fuck you in a parking lot, for crying out loud. Now listen to you. You’re throwing a tantrum because he stopped.”
Roxanne scolded herself out loud, and then took slow calming breaths as she reached to turn on the stereo. A hard object pressed into the side of her neck, and Roxanne had to hit the brake to prevent hitting the car in front of her when a man’s voice spoke from behind her.
“The man was a fool not to fuck you blind.”
“What the fuck?” Roxanne cried out, fear gripping her so hard that she could barely see the road in front of her.
“Pick up your phone and call him. Tell him to go on to his house and that you’ll be there in a minute,” the man behind her said with a sinister growl.
“I can’t.” Roxanne couldn’t think. Her heart pounded so hard she knew she would puke.
“You will,” he told her, pressing the hard object into her neck so hard that it hurt. “Get your phone now and tell him.”
She couldn’t think. Tears blurred her vision and she couldn’t tell if there were cars in front of her or not. Try as she would, she couldn’t see anyone in her backseat through her rearview mirror. Whoever pressed the cold, metal object into her neck was crouched down low enough that he couldn’t be seen.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Jordan couldn’t get comfortable as he focused on traffic and Roxanne’s car in front of him. His engorged arousal made it very difficult to sit or do anything else for that matter.
Every inch of his physical desires screamed, “Stupid, stupid!” for leaving that hot, moist sweetness he could still feel surrounding his dick.
Roxanne had been as aroused by his spontaneous, public attention as he had been, if not more so. He could have pounded her into pure ecstasy, and probably indulged in a few other sexual pleasures too. He doubted she would have stopped him at any point. Roxanne was a sexual dream come true, with her eagerness to experience everything he administered to her. She had been dripping with cum when he first touched her, and the fact that she had worn thigh-highs, and not those pantyhose she usually wore, had made access so much easier.
Jordan groaned, and then hit his brakes when Roxanne slowed suddenly due to traffic. She didn’t increase her speed, and he matched her pace, remaining behind her.
“It was necessary,” he told himself, as he fought not to regret ending their lovemaking before it had even started.
The pulsing throb that pounded through his arousal disagreed with him but Jordan worked to focus on traffic and not think about Roxanne’s hot body. He had made a decision, and in order to see it through he needed to stick to his game plan.
Jordan had fought the reality that he felt anything more for Roxanne other than as a consenting adult who shared his desire for wild sex. Other women had fulfilled that need for him in the past, but Roxanne had more to offer, and she wanted more from him.
He had realized she wanted a serious relationship from him and at first had shrugged it off as a female thing she would overcome. But what had nagged at him was that he wanted more from Roxanne as well. He wouldn’t deny any longer that he loved her—needed her—and would meet any terms to have her.
When she wasn’t with him he couldn’t keep his mind off of her, and he had to know what she was doing, and who she was with, or he c
ouldn’t concentrate on his own work. She had become a part of him, and if they were going to enter into a relationship, then he needed to hear her commit to him.
It was what she wanted, or he wouldn’t make her accept complete submission. She had told him in so many words, and had shown him through her jealousy when she thought he had been with other women. She had shown him that she wanted to be the focus of his attention, and that she wanted him to tell her that she would be the only woman in his life.
But then she’d demanded his submission too. It shouldn’t have surprised him. In fact, when she asked him who he belonged to, it had finally clicked what had made him fall in love with her. Her strength, her determination, her mind that never let go, never gave up. In a state of complete surrender to him, she had still managed to demand that he admit he belonged to her.
There was nothing passive about Roxanne. She was a fiery woman full of energy and spark. They would walk side by side through life, dealing with all matters together. That thought made him even harder than her sweet pussy had.
His phone rang and he glanced down to see Roxanne’s number.
“Jordan. I’m going to run by my house to get some clothes first and then I’ll be over.” Her voice sounded shaky and he watched her in front of him while he listened on the phone.
“Sounds good but if you aren’t at my place in thirty minutes I’ll chase you down.” Thoughts of chasing her through the woods behind his house, and how hot it had made her, rushed through him. He shifted to ease the pain in his throbbing cock, still wet from her juices.
“No. You told me that you love me. And you know that I love you. Now go home and I’ll be there shortly.” She hung up on him and then darted into the next lane, dodging cars until suddenly she was two lanes over and hitting the next exit.
Jordan stared at his cell phone for a minute while watching the traffic around him. He’d never told Roxanne that he loved her. And she’d never voiced it to him. His insides hardened, worry attacking him hard enough to steal his breath. Something wasn’t right with this picture.
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