“Mmm. Do that again.” He pushed in with his fingers and I arched and cried out once more, so close to orgasm again.
He moved up and guided his cock to my entrance. “Not yet. Come on my cock.” In an instant, he picked me up and carried me. His hunger and need was rawer for me this time, and he didn’t waste another minute before taking me. I gripped his neck hard and opened my legs wide as he lifted me onto his thick, long length and pushed himself in until he shielded himself deep inside me. I cried out in pleasure and pain.
Jonas didn’t stop, but pulled back and rolled his hips against me. “Lily.” My back met the wall and I dug my heels into him as he started to relentlessly pound inside me.
“Come,” he gritted as he slammed and moved against me. I moved and panted hard, my inner walls constricting and my orgasm bursting free over me. I quivered and spasmed as he let go and came hot inside me. My walls gripped him tight, milking all he had to give to me. We both fought to recover as we kissed feverishly across each other’s faces. Our eyes met and a sizzle burned between us.
My pulse pounded in my ears as emotions started welling inside my chest. Did he feel it too? He closed his eyes and kissed me sweetly on the lips. He eased me to the floor and I wobbled as I tried to gain my footing. My face pressed against the sweat on his chest, his heart pounding hard as we both worked to catch our breaths. He lifted me up without a word and carried me to his bed where we rested, then started all over again.
Chapter 12
I have a press conference at the Clift Hotel and a work dinner tonight.
I sighed as I looked down at my phone and read Jonas’s text.
Okay. Should I go back to the hotel?
I’d like you to meet me there at the atrium.
I looked at the time, 3:48 p.m. On 44th? Okay. What time? I replied.
6:00 p.m. Good. Look forward to seeing you.
“See you soon,” I repeated as I placed the phone down. A flutter went through my chest as I contemplated the “looking forward to seeing you” part of his message. Was it an endearment? He was leaving in two days and I couldn’t shake him from my thoughts, or the grin from my face. The last two nights had been like a dream come true. He was not only an incredible lover, but attentive. He went out of his way to make things happen and was considerate, calling to invite me to a work dinner. But what I found hard to dismiss was the way he made a fuss over me. Just like Declan had been in the beginning, he used to practically baby me. I stared off at nothing, allowing my mind to drift off into a memory of the early years in our relationship.
“You are so beautiful to me,” Declan sang. “Did you know you’re the most beautiful girl here?”
I giggled. “Oh, Dec,” I sighed, smoothing my hands over his tuxedo as we danced together at his best friend Callum’s wedding reception. I liked seeing Declan outside of the jeans and shirts he wore every day.
Declan said, “No one holds a candle to you here. So thin.” His large hands clasped my waist. “Well, you were,” he teased.
I rolled my eyes as I glanced down at my silvery gray baby doll dress. A little snug at the waist. “I thought you said it was a sign of happiness.”
He held on to me and kissed up my neck. “I’m just messing.” He kissed my lips. “You’ll need that extra weight when we start our family.”
My eyes widened. “You asking me to marry you?” I blurted out.
He squinted. “Soon. When I know I can provide a good life for us.”
I nodded and looked away. Two years. My heart heavy. “I don’t care.”
He shook his head. “Nope. Your father does. And I’ll show him just how wrong he is about me.”
I averted my eyes. “My father likes you. He doesn’t talk bad about you.” Not really all bad.
He kissed my lips again. “I don’t care if he does. He’s not in control anymore, and it bothers him. I can understand that. He loves you. You were his little girl, now you’re mine.”
My chest warmed and I beamed at him. “Oh Dec. I….” I looked down.
“I love you, Princess,” Declan said. “I know I don’t say it, but I do. I always have.”
I threw my hands around his neck. He loves me! “I love you too, Dec.”
My chest throbbed as the memory lingered over me. Callum had only just met his girl and they were married in less than a year. Two years to finally hear “I love you” back. Never again will I waste my time pinning for those words to be said back to me. My mood had soured as I leaned on my elbow and turned my attention to the announcements Gregor had sent me to work on. I threw myself into my tasks to distract the dark places my mind was headed.
At five-thirty, I pressed the busy button on my phone and grabbed my handbag off my desk, then headed straight to the bathroom. Standing before the row of sinks, I rinsed my mouth with mouthwash, removed the chignon from my hair and fluffed out the waves. I wasn’t sure which way Jonas liked it. I groaned. Silly me. Already thinking about pleasing a man that was more of a new friend than lover. No good getting hung up on a man that doesn’t want a commitment. My heart panged as I scolded myself. Sighing, I adjusted my grey pencil skirt, making sure there were no runs in my nylons. My phone beeped and I took it out, looking down at the message.
Take off your panties before you arrive.
My body heated as waves of desire coursed through me. Did I want to play his game? I looked down at my pencil skirt. It reached just above my knees and I would be wearing my winter coat. Only the two of us would know. So why not? I thought mischievously. I slipped in a stall and quickly removed my panties, tucking them in my handbag. As I smoothed my skirt back in place, I instantly felt too naked. Still, my mind and body were focused on sex and the next few nights, just as I believed Jonas wanted me to be. Easy. How easy he had me still made me uncomfortable. I didn’t even last a day before I was naked in his bed. And the thought of what he did to me inflamed me. Shamefully, I couldn’t wait for it to happen again. After following his explicit orders, I was practically desperate for it.
After freshening my lip gloss, I walked out of the bathroom and put on my coat, then headed down the stairs to the lobby.
Once there, I walked outside and gasped as a bite of wind caught my breath. The sky was heavily clouded and reminded me of Quincy right before a new snowfall. I clasped the top of my coat tighter around my neck and joined the other office drones grouping down the sidewalk of East 44th. Busy. Suits, the homeless, and tourists looking up at the skyscrapers all made navigation difficult, but I managed to zig my way across Bryan Park to the Clift Hotel. The adrenaline buzzed through me as I made my way inside, the modern chic mahogany wood and pastel furnishings were appealing, signs for the conference posted throughout the hotel garnered my attention. There was one outside the Velvet Room lounge that displayed, Generation Y Business and Beyond, with equally large billing being given to the star guest speaker, Jonas Crane. There was a standing room only press event taking place. I eased my way through the crowd and found a spot along the wall that fortunately provided the least obstructed view of the front of the room.
As I settled in my spot, my ears singled out a familiar baritone voice coming over the microphone. My gaze shifted to the front of the room and the man seated at the center of the large table dressed in a white shirt and eloquently cut gray suit. Jonas. The sight of him stole my breath away and quickened my already racing pulse. He was the epitome of physical perfection. I was mesmerized, staring in awe of him.
When I managed to tear my gaze away, I noticed I wasn’t alone. Everyone in the room was spellbound by his presence, hanging on his every word. Even the reporters were charmed, filtering all their questions to him. With the rapid flickering of the flashing cameras, I’d imagine being under the spotlight was too much. But no one would have guessed from the way Jonas handled himself. He was effortless, not a tremor or hesitation. He was in his element. Standing there, I was amazed at his self-confidence. I wondered what it would feel like to have a fraction of what he seeme
d to have in abundance.
The thunderous applause woke me from my melancholy, and the present pressed upon me as the room started to clear out. I edged closer towards the front. The closer I came, the more dynamic Jonas seemed, until I felt as if I was an ant before a mountain.
His gaze peered out and connected with mine. A jolt of electricity went through me, flaring our contact, our connection. He started to move with purpose away from his business harem and over towards me, like a predator ready to strike. My heart thumped hard within my chest the closer he came, until a staccato filled my ears. I remained frozen to the spot like prey, my eyes wide and ready to be taken. And I had no doubt he would take me. Once I stood before him, his hands rose, cupping my face and tilting me up to him. His piercing eyes connected with mine, and my heart pounded against my ribcage, as his gaze penetrated me.
“You’re tense?” Jonas smiled.
My cheeks warmed as I tried to form words under his intense gaze. “Yes. A little, I suppose.”
“We’re having dinner at Koi Restaurant with a friend of mine tonight. Wish I could take you back to the Astoria right now, but I need this meeting before I leave town,” he said.
I licked my lips. “It’s fine.”
“It will be.” He clasped my hand and walked us to the front of the hall. My brows lifted. “Koi’s in the other direction, Jonas….” He didn’t answer, just walked us around the panel table and behind the curtain. He stopped us in a small, dimly lit hallway near an exit. He placed my coat on top of his briefcase, then held his arms out wide.
“Come here, beautiful,” Jonas purred. He gripped my hips hard, then captured my mouth in a kiss. He immediately deepened it as his tongue licked along mine, filling it with a fresh taste of mint. I met his kiss with my own demanding, feverish strokes of my tongue as I melted against him. When we broke away, we were both breathing heavily.
The front of my body was pressed against his erection, which was growing heavy against me. I moaned and withered against him as my body was awakened to his touch, wanting more.
I rubbed my legs together. “This isn’t making me relax.” I looked around. “It’s not private either. Is there somewhere else we can go?”
His eyelids hooded. “I prefer here.” He pressed his body in again.
I puffed out. “Someone could come back here.”
Jonas didn’t answer, just moved his hand to the back of my thigh, lifting my skirt as he eased the fabric upward. Goose bumps broke across my naked flesh, and I panted as his hand stroked the skin on my buttocks. He moved his hand up and pressed my head against his chest while the other worked around the front to grip my mound.
“Mmm…you don’t feel like you want to wait,” Jonas said darkly. His fingers stroked, pushing inside me.
I inhaled sharply and his scent intoxicated me. Jonas had me. The knowledge that he could place me in a compromising position so near a room still occupied by people should have infuriated me. But I couldn’t think as my body gave into the pleasure he was giving me.
I whimpered in frustration as I parted my thighs and moved against his hand, allowing him to rob me of my sanity. “Please,” I spluttered.
“Yes,” Jonas said, in triumph as his fingers stroked true against my slick sex. He had my surrender. His pace increased, making me moan and move against him. I could feel the pressure building.
“Come,” he growled, he pinched my clit and I came withering under his grasp as he held me. Closing my eyes I leaned my head into his chest.
His demeanor was calm, but his heart pounded just as hard as mine. When I stilled, he inhaled against my hair and slowly released me.
I glanced at him through my lashes as I pulled my skirt down. I felt like I had been working out for hours, and was ready to crash. “We could have gotten caught. Your reputation would have been ruined,” I griped.
Jonas shrugged as he wiped his hands on his handkerchief. “Security is around. No one would have been allowed to follow me.”
I gasped, “So you planned this?”
He kissed me. “I plan everything.”
I looked away. He planned. Was I that predictable, or did all the women from his past so easily give in to his wishes? I had little doubt of that. But he was just as turned on as I was, and I realized I was being selfish too. “What about you?”
He smiled warmly at me. “You can ask me again when we get back.” He kissed me lightly on the lips and led me to a restroom, where we both had a chance to right ourselves.
When we came out, he pressed his hand on my back and led us toward the entrance of the Koi restaurant in the hotel. Standing by the door was a good-looking blonde male in similar business attire as Jonas. His eyes were a deep blue, his gaze pointed as he approached us.
“Lily, this is Ian Unger,” Jonas explained, a curve on his lips. “My lawyer and friend,” he added lightly.
Ian took my hand and grasped it firmly. His eyes flicked over me from head to toe as his full lips spread into a wide grin. “Very nice to meet you, Lily.”
Jonas tucked me against his side and moved us through the door that Ian held open. I couldn’t help but cover my grin at his impulse to stake a claim on me. Did he not see all the people at the conference, and now the restaurant, craning their necks for a glimpse of him? I had more of a reason to try to mark him, even though I knew I couldn’t. Still, I marveled at this beautiful powerful man and his possessiveness of me.
We grouped through the doors and up to the dining area. Jonas barely made it inside before people came up to speak with him. He somehow had the skill to move through them, while keeping me tucked to his side.
The glitzy décor was modern Asian, dark bamboo with a gorgeous lattice honeycomb art piece. Koi was one of the chic eateries, which would have normally put me on edge. But the softly lit ambiance, along with the after work crowd, gave off a relaxing vibe that I held onto as we moved towards the hostess podium for a table. We didn’t have to wait, as on approach the hostess walked around her podium and led us down toward a private booth, away from the rows of leather plush tables. Jonas helped me into my seat in the far corner of our booth and sat down next to me, whilst Ian positioned himself across from us.
“Ian is the reason I have been in Texas so long,” Jonas said. “He has been taking his time on the acquisition of Klein Technologies.”
Ian chuckled. “Oh no, you can’t blame that on me. I’m taking my Tribeca home back in a few weeks. You’re the one still holding up there.”
“Because it’s not solid,” Jonas said dryly. “And you should be there.”
Ian smirked at Jonas. “Let’s not bore Lily with business.”
I glanced at Jonas. “I don’t mind. Thanks.”
He turned and grinned at me. “Lily is too sweet and polite to say otherwise. But I agree. Let’s not talk about work.” He winked at me.
A waitress came over and took our drink orders, announcing the dinner specials.
“Sake for Lily, and a Scotch for me. Sushi Matsu, Sashimi take….” Jonas said, along with a few other orders. Way more than I would ever eat. I reached under the table and tugged his hand as the waitress turned to Ian.
My brow lowered. “Hey. What was that? I don’t even know half of what you ordered,” I whispered.
“You mind? I thought it would be fun to try a few things,” Jonas mused.
“I do, too. But you didn’t even ask,” I whispered.
“Because you would have ordered a salad, and that’s not enough for a woman that had only a yogurt or cereal this morning.” He leaned over and pressed his lips to the side of my face.
I averted my eyes and tried to suppress my grin. When I leaned back, I noticed Ian staring at me. He cleared his throat.
“Make that another Scotch,” Ian said. The waitress beamed at the two men, mouthed “wow” to me, and smiled back agreeably. She returned a few seconds later with a small assortment of bread, cheese, and olives.
“Have you ever been to San Francisco, Lily?”
Ian asked. “I’m trying to talk Jonas into coming to a conference there.”
“No,” I said, taking a sip of my drink and sucking in. Strong. “From what I can see, it’s beautiful. I always wanted to visit.”
“Yes. It’s one of my favorite cities,” Ian said. “Not that I will get to see much of it when we go there.”
“Muir Woods is the place I always wanted to see,” I said. “Well, the forest moon of Endor,” I muttered.
Jonas eyed me inquisitively, while Ian laughed, “You’re a Star Wars fan?”
I blushed. “Yeah. A bit.”
“She has a shrine to them in her bedroom,” Jonas said teasingly.
Jonas reached out his hand and tucked my hair behind my ear.
Ian stared back at him and took a sip of his Scotch. “So. What would you like to discuss with Burt?” he asked, and they launched into a business discussion.
So much for not talking about it, I thought. The waitress returned with a large platter of sushi. Jonas moved his hand to my thigh. I gasped, and I tried to cover it with a cough. I could see a little smile play on his lips as he continued to speak to Ian.
Jonas’s phone went off. When he answered it, his face lit up. “Paul. Yes. You’re all set.” Jonas moved it away from his mouth and turned to me, “I’ll be right back.” He stood and walked away from the table.
I stared after him. His delight and eagerness to speak to his son I found touching. I wondered dreamily if he ever had that look on his face for me. My stomach warmed as admiration for him filled me once again. He must have felt it because he immediately looked back at me
“Lily,” Ian said, calling my attention to him.
I turned my head to him and his lips parted.
“So, I hear you met at Sir Harry’s? You’re a publishing assistant?” Ian asked.
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