“I believe there was something you were going to say before we were rudely interrupted.”
“Yes. There was.” I grabbed the pen beside the billfold and scribbled on the back of his copy of the bill. I slid it to him and grinned. “I have to go to the ladies’ room.”
Jonathan watched me get up as he slowly turned over the piece of paper. His eyes widened as he read what was written. Then his eyes snapped back to me. I could feel his heated gaze all the way across the restaurant.
I’m not wearing any panties. Meet me in the ladies’ room.
Chapter Twelve
This was definitely one of the craziest things I’d ever done. I stood in the bathroom stall waiting for Jonathan to show up. What if he didn’t show? How mortified would I be then?
But I didn’t have to wait much longer before the bathroom door opened.
“Yvette?”
“Come in, darling. I was getting so lonely waiting for you.” I had to suppress a giggle. “I’m in the last stall.”
I could hear his footsteps as he made his way to the last door and pushed it open. I sat on the toilet seat, my legs crossed, with a grin on my face.
“What took you so long?” I stood and put my hand on my hip. “Sit.” I pointed to the toilet seat.
I thought he might have protested, since he was a man who liked control, who always gave the orders. Jonathan hesitated for just a moment then he brushed past me and sat.
I moved to stand in front of him and then turned to face the stall door. I slid my hands over my hips and down to the hem of my skirt. Slowly, I raised the fabric.
Glancing over my shoulder, I watched Jonathan watch me. His gaze was glued to my posterior as I slowly revealed its nakedness.
I wriggled back and forth. “You like?”
“Oh yes. I like very much.”
“Do you want to touch?”
“Oh, God, yes.”
“What’s the magic word?”
“Please.” He glanced up at my face which I could tell was flushed. Arousal had that effect on me.
“You can but only with one finger.”
Jonathan used his index finger to trace the shape of my buttocks. He drew it over my cheeks and then dipped low into the deep valley between them. I gasped as he touched me there. It was just a gentle stroke, but it was almost enough for me to lose it.
“That’s enough.”
He drew back his hand, although I could tell it took effort to do so. That gave me some satisfaction to know that maybe he was just as affected by me as I was by him.
I slowly turned around to reveal myself fully to him. A soft sprinkling of golden blond hair decorated my pubic mound, but I was fuzz free over the folds of my sex. I was going to tip my waxer next time I saw her. She’d obviously done an amazing job if Jonathan’s hungry look was any indication of a job well done.
“You may touch me, but again, with only one finger.”
I wasn’t quite sure what game I was playing but it was doing some delicious things to my insides. It was doing something to Jonathan as well. I could plainly see the erection in his pants.
I spread my legs slightly as he reached for me. He circled his finger in the light sprinkling of hair. My breath hitched as he moved lower to my cleft. He slowly separated me as he dragged his finger down.
My legs shook a little as Jonathan slid his finger back and forth, finding my swollen clit. He circled it firmly. He looked up and watched my face as he continued to manipulate me. My lips formed a tight ‘O’ as he continued to jiggle my nub.
“Enough,” I panted, although I was desperate for him to take me right there and then.
Jonathan pulled his hand back. He brought it up to his mouth and licked my juices off. That made me knees weak, and I flung a hand out to stop myself from collapsing into his lap.
“Just what I was thinking.”
I moved around him so I was standing beside the toilet. I raised my leg and set it on the back of the toilet, hooking my heel over the flusher. Jonathan turned slightly on the seat so he was face to face with my aching sex.
He leaned forward and trailed his tongue along my opening. As he circled my clit with the moist tip, I moaned loudly to encourage him for more. He didn’t disappoint when he moved his tongue faster and pressed harder.
Before I could muster a protest, he wrapped an arm under my raised leg and pulled me into his eager mouth. He wrapped his other arm around me and gripped my ass to keep me anchored in place while he eagerly licked and sucked on my clit.
“Oh…God…Jonathan. I’m…I’m going to…”
I groaned aloud as I gripped his hair and pushed his head in. He continued to lap at my slit as an orgasm slammed into me. My entire body quaked with euphoria.
Jonathan continued to lick me but with slow languid flicks until my body quieted, and I released the hold on his hair. He slowly raised his head and looked at my face. I was smiling one of those smug satisfied grins with my eyes closed.
“Did you enjoy that darling?”
“That was…that was…,” I opened my eyes and beamed down at him, “fucking brilliant.”
I tried to move my leg down but found it was stuck. I giggled.
“Could you help me out, hon? I seem to be stuck in this position.”
Jonathan chuckled and eyed me hungrily. “Hmm, wouldn’t bother me in the least to keep you like this forever.”
“Yeah, I don’t think I could handle too many of those orgasms. That one nearly killed me.”
I didn’t think he was going to help me but then he grabbed my leg and lifted it up, unhooking my heel. He slowly lowered it for me, laughing when I winced and grimaced. Once my leg was down and I was stable, I lowered my skirt.
“Okay, now it’s your turn.” I reached down to his zipper, but he grabbed my wrist before I could reach it.
He stood up and brought my arms up over my head nudging me into the wall. He pressed his body against mine and found my mouth. He kissed me passionately, nipping at my lips, and darting in his tongue. He ground his erection against my crotch.
“Let’s go back to the hotel. I want to watch you come again.”
I wasn’t easily surprised but this did throw me for a bit of a loop. I’d expected him to allow me to drop my knees and suck on his cock. The old give and take. But this was new.
And I liked it.
The trip to the hotel was short and silent. I hummed with nerves. Jonathan had surprised and overwhelmed me. No small feat, considering I wasn’t easily shocked into apprehensive silence. I could usually chat my way out of and into any situation. But this I just didn’t have any words to express. For once in my life, I was speechless and afraid. Afraid of doing something stupid (oops, too late) and falling head over heels in love.
As we walked through the lobby to the elevator, Jonathan took my hand. We stepped hand in hand into the elevator. He pushed his floor, and we watched each other in rapt silence as we ascended.
I took the time to study him. Not that every feature of him hadn’t already been ingrained into my mind, but I saw other little things I missed. The way his nostrils flared when I was near him. The way the bridge of his nose had a slight character bump on it. I wondered if he’d broken it when he was younger. And I especially noticed the way he looked at me. A look that caused my insides to melt and my heart to beat to an altogether different rhythm. A beat completely foreign to me.
The elevator opened on his floor, and we stepped off together, linking hands. We moved leisurely to his hotel door. Jonathan took out the key card and swiped it down the lock. It beeped, and he opened the door pulling me with him. I pulled back.
“Um, I don’t think…”
“Exactly, don’t think. Just come in. Stay with me tonight.”
“Jonathan, there’re things I need to say.”
“Say them tomorrow.” He pulled me close and kissed me gently on the lips. “What are you afraid of?”
“Nothing.”
“Afraid I’ll discover
who you really are?”
I stiffened. “What?”
He trailed a finger over my mouth and under my chin. “The soft, tender, vulnerable woman you hide so well.”
“Oh. Right. Her.”
He pulled me into the room and let the door shut on its own. He took my purse and set it on the table. Eyes on me, he slid off his jacket and hung it on the back of the chair. He undid his tie and tossed it over his shoulder.
I chuckled as he continued to strip. He slowly undid his buttons on his shirt, never taking his eyes from my face. His lips were curved into a sly, mischievous smile. I liked that smile. It made my toes curl.
He unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged out of it as if in tune to some phantom music. He stood before me bare-chested. He was well defined with hard pecs and washboard abs. I liked the thin line of dark hair that lined his sternum and disappeared into the band of his pants. I wanted to trace my finger down that line. Actually, I wanted to trace my tongue down that line.
Jonathan moved his hands down to the button on his pants. He flipped it open and winked. I laughed at his performance. It was so out of character for him that I was doubly pleased.
“If you want the rest, you have to come in a little more.” With that, he wandered into the living room, then up the three stairs to the library, glancing provocatively over his shoulder.
I hesitated. I really wanted to follow him. There was nothing more I wanted than to make love to him. To feel his arms around me and his cock deep inside. But that’s what put pause in my step. What would this want do to me? Our relationship could never survive my betrayal.
I took a step forward then another until I was following him up the stairs to the bedroom. There would only be one night with Jonathan. And this was it. I would take it and hold on to every moment of passion so I could remember what I could have almost had, if I hadn’t have been such a coward and basically a lying piece of crap.
I gasped as I looked around the room. Lit candles of varying sizes were on every surface. They gave off a soft warm glow that seared my heart. Jonathan stood beside the king-sized bed with a sly smile and a pair of smiley-faced boxer shorts.
I eyed him. “You surprise me. Those just don’t seem like your style.”
“Well, to be honest. I saw them in the gift shop yesterday, and they reminded me of you, so I bought a pair.”
I could feel my eyes begin to burn. Soon tears would come. The man had touched me. And obviously, if he was standing there in an outrageous pair of boxers, I had affected him in some way. My heart ached at that knowledge. Especially when I was going to betray him for a story.
He motioned to the bed. “I also got us dessert since we missed it at the restaurant.” A tray on the bed held a big bowl of strawberries and a smaller bowl of melted chocolate.
“When did you do this?”
“Well, I actually had it ordered before our date.” He looked sheepish as he said it.
I grinned and cocked a brow. “Presumptuous, were we?”
“Of course.”
I stepped closer to the bed. I reached toward the strawberry bowl, intent on snagging one. Jonathan grabbed my hand. “On one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“We eat it naked.” He stepped forward as he said it, pulling me to him.
He circled me with his arms and pressed a soft gentle kiss to my lips. I sighed into him, and he deepened it, pressing me close. He moved his hands up and down my back, caressing me through the thin fabric of my dress. His hands rested at the clasp in the back. He undid it and slowly pulled the zipper down. The straps fell off my shoulders.
I trembled in his arms as I let the dress fall to the floor. I stood before him braless and pantiless, with only a garter belt and sheer stockings. He stepped back to look at me. I had the absurd notion to cover up, as I felt very open and vulnerable. Feelings I had not experienced in a long time. Emotions I had not let myself feel.
“You are more beautiful than any woman I have ever seen.”
I blushed. It was the most beguiling compliment I’d ever gotten.
He smiled. “I love it when you blush.”
I blushed harder.
Jonathan took my hands in his and pulled me to the bed. He sat down on the edge and invited me to do as well. We sat on either side of the dessert tray.
“I don’t think this is fair. You still have your boxers on.”
“You’re right. Fair’s fair.” He stood up and peeled his boxers down his muscular legs. His cock sprang forward. He sat back down on the bed. “Better?”
“Oh yes, much.” I grinned.
He chose a plump strawberry out of the bowl and dipped it in the chocolate sauce. He brought it up to my mouth. I bit into it. Sweet juices dribbled out the side of my mouth while chocolate sauce dripped onto my chin. I laughed.
“It’s a little messy.”
“That’s the fun,” he said as he leaned forward and licked the chocolate off my chin.
“My turn.” I picked out a nice round one and dipped it in the chocolate. I tried to bring it to his mouth, but the sauce dripped before I reached it. Droplets of chocolate dotted his chest.
Jonathan ate the berry with no problems as he glanced down at his chest. “Oops.”
I leaned forward and lazily licked off the sauce. I could feel his rapid heartbeat through the flesh of my tongue as I trailed it over his pec.
“You’re right. Messy is fun.”
“Lay down.” He chose another berry.
I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Trust me.”
I did trust him. I lay down flat on my back and turned my head to look at him. He trailed his gaze over me, as if his eyes could touch and caress. He dipped the berry in the chocolate and brought it over my body. Holding it over my breasts, Jonathan dribbled chocolate onto my nipples.
The chocolate was warm and gooey as it dotted my skin. Shivers of pleasure radiated over my body as my nipples tingled from the heated sensation. I shivered even more as Jonathan leaned down and trailed his tongue over my nipples, collecting the chocolate on its tip. He sucked the sweets off my breasts with slow, deliberate flicks of his tongue. Electrifying blows zigzagged down my torso and gathered in a heated ball deep within my sex.
He trailed his tongue into the valley of my breasts and down the line of my torso. He stopped at my garter and nipped playfully, snapping it against my flesh. I flinched at the sensation and felt it tingling between my legs.
“We have to do something with this. It’s hiding your belly button, which I know is going to be exquisite.”
I giggled as he unhooked my stockings from the garter straps, lightly brushing his fingertips across the silk of my inner thighs. I could feel his hot breath on my skin as he unhooked the belt and tossed it over his shoulder.
With one finger, he traced the outline of my navel. “There it is. And I was right. It’s absolutely gorgeous.”
I loved this playful side of him. It was unexpected.
“You have a thing for belly buttons?”
“Oh yes. Especially chocolate dipped belly buttons.”
Jonathan reached back, dipped his finger in the chocolate and dribbled the sauce all over my stomach. He paid special attention to my navel as he dripped warm drops into it. He sucked the rest of the sweet from his fingers then bent down and lavished my belly with his tongue. Darting the tip in and out of my navel, he managed to lick clean all the chocolate off my skin.
While I watched him lick the chocolate from my flesh, my heart squeezed tight. Here was a man I could love. Someone who I could have fun with and respect. He was definitely not the cold calculating letch I thought him to be. He was a great businessman who took risks and chances, and a lover who did the same. God, how wrong I’d been about him.
Tears brimmed in my eyes. I brought a hand up to wipe them away before Jonathan could see them there. I didn’t need his questions. Not now.
He made his way up my body and settled in beside me, pressing his erectio
n against my leg. He smiled down into my face and lightly traced his finger over my mouth.
“You’re the most enchanting woman I have ever known.”
“You’re just saying that because I’m lying here naked with chocolate covered nipples.”
I didn’t want to hear his special words. I didn’t deserve to be enchanting. I didn’t deserve his compliments and praise. I didn’t deserve his love, if that was what he was offering.
Jonathan chuckled. “You’re right.”
I saw the change in his face. The light faded from his eyes a little. I hated to do it, but I would never forgive myself if he gave me his heart. Because I couldn’t accept it. Not after all the false things I’d done and said to him.
He bent down and kissed me. Bringing his hand up, he cupped my cheek. It was a beautiful beguiling kiss. A fairy tale kiss. A fairy tale in which I had cast myself as the evil sorceress.
I moaned into his mouth and trailed my hand down his body. I took his cock in my hand and stroked it firmly. I needed him to fuck me not to love me. I couldn’t handle it if he made love to me.
Jonathan groaned as I rolled him over and lay on top of him. I growled low in my throat as I pressed kisses to his chin and neck. I trailed my tongue over his pulse points and up to the lobe of his ear. I sucked it into my mouth while I continued to stroke him.
“I’m hungry for you.”
Still gripping his cock, I moved down his body until I was straddling his thighs. I bent down and flicked my tongue over the tip. Jonathan moaned as I sucked him into my mouth. I licked and sucked on him until his legs were quivering with release. I gripped him at the base of his cock and squeezed, preventing him from coming.
“Good God, woman. I can’t hold on,” he panted.
I held him still until his cock softened a little. I bent down and licked down the length of him. “Yes, you can.”
I glanced up at him. His eyes were dark and hooded, and he clenched his jaw. I loved that look. I would always remember it.
“You look very dangerous.”
He leered. “You have no idea.” And there was something in his eyes that had my stomach flipping over. Did they darken? Were they as black as ink? That couldn’t be.
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