Jason wanted Aviva to feel how much she meant to him. He wanted her to relinquish any feelings of guilt she harbored towards her response of him due to Hope’s words. He rubbed his lips against hers in a slow deliberate caress, he took little sips as he moved from one side of her mouth to the other, lingering longer with every touch. Without warning he deepened the kiss, covering her mouth with his own as he licked her full bottom lip with one bold pass of his tongue after another, one way and then the other only to repeat the motion until Aviva gasped with the feelings moving through her body. Jason used her gasp to take the kiss even deeper, plunging his tongue deeply into her mouth, stroking from side to side.
Using the weight of his body, he rolled Aviva onto her back, pushing her into the softness of the bed so they were touching chest to chest, stomach to stomach. Rising to one knee he inserted himself between her firm thighs, never breaking the contact of their connected lips, running the fingertips of one hand down her throat in a sensual caress; sending shivers of delight through her body. Arching her neck in pleasure, needing more, imploring him for more, Jason broke off their kiss, replacing his hand with the touch of his lips. Extending his tongue, he licked her from her chin to her collarbone. “God you taste good Angel, so good…so sweet…so…” He stopped speaking to place kisses as light as a butterfly’s wing against her neck – then he sucked. The unexpectedness of the move sent tendrils of desire winging their way through Aviva’s body, culminating in the further hardening of her nipples and the release of a gush of moisture between her legs.
Writhing on the satin soft bed covers, Aviva arched up pressing her aching breast against the hardness of his chest, silently begging him for the attention they so desperately needed. Knowing what she wanted and having every intention of administering to her needs, Jason lifted his lower body before pressing his growing erection between her parted legs, pushing them further apart, achieving the deeper contact they both craved. He wanted her to feel what she did to him, how much he loved having her in his arms, he wanted her to be left with no doubt that she was in his arms, his bed, that he was loving her. Moving his lips to her ears he whispered, “tell me what you want Angel, tell me what you need to feel good.”
At that moment, Aviva didn’t know if she could put her needs into words. Her heightened senses raging nearly out of control by only the touch of his lips on her sensitive neck. Grabbing hold of his hair Aviva tried to maneuver his mouth in the direction she wanted him to go. He resisted, pulling her painful grip from his hair he raised her hands above her head and held them in his powerful grip. All the while ensuring he maintained their lower body contact, gyrating his hips before slowly pushing up into her core with a slow grind, then moving away. Aviva followed his body, but he held himself away refusing her the contact she craved. It took a few moments for her to realize he was no longer moving his big hard body against hers. Opening her eyes, her gaze was immediately snagged by Jason’s sensual black eyes. “What do you want Angel, I need you to tell me.”
“I need you to touch me; I need to feel your mouth on my breast.”
Without a word Jason rose to his knees, pulling Aviva upright into a sitting position, at the same time drawing her strapless top over her head, discarding it. He already knew she was bra less; his gaze traveling down the globes of her full bare breasts that awaited his attention. As he looked at her nipples, they tightened, grew even more erect. Jason licked his lips in anticipation of how they would taste, extending a hand he took hold of her left breast and gently kneaded the firm globe.
Aviva gasped as Jason made contact with her breast, her head falling back in pleasure at his touch. Lowering his head, he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked, pulling on the small swollen bud. Hearing Aviva’s breath of pleasure, Jason laid her back against his bed, without breaking contact as he continued to pull on her nipple. Lifting his head he blew a gentle breath against her heated skin before moving to its partner to give it the same lavish treatment. God she felt good, his Angel felt so good. Jason wanted to devour her like the most lavish of gourmet meals – and he was hungry.
Aviva felt hot, so hot sweat covered her entire body, her heart raced to such an extent she thought she might combust. Who was this man, what was he doing to her. She had read about these extreme emotional reactions happening to women in romance novels and she had notched it up to a writer’s ability to weave a good story, but it was true, thank you God, it was so true.
Her skin was so sensitive she felt the impression of everything she touched; the smooth satin texture of the bedspread below her back, the rough fibers of the jeans encasing Jason’s legs as they moved sensually up and down the inside of her sensitized thigh, the rasp of his shirt as it pulled across the tips of her breasts as he moved from side to side, administering his own brand of loving. Suddenly Jason stopped moving on top of her. Aviva recognized the stillness, when the stillness came over him he had something on his mind, something that could quite possibly blow her mind. Opening her eyes she found Jason staring at the juncture of her thighs – things were about to heat up, inhaling, waiting with anticipation of what he would do next, she held her breath.
Sensually, slowly, Jason rose from the bed and stood looking down at her as though wondering where to begin. In a sudden move he grabbed hold of both her legs, spun her and pulled her so her legs were hanging over the end of the bed. Aviva gasped at the unexpectedness of his move. At the sound, Jason looked at her from under his brows, his smile filled with possibilities. She was held spellbound by the lust moving across his handsome face. Jason’s hands moved to the buttons keeping the material of her skirt together. Undoing them one at a time, he laid the folds of material on either side of her body; then ran his hand across the small piece of lilac lace of her thong. Hooking his fingers on both sides of her hips he whispered in a rumble that sounded as if it came from deep in his chest. “Lift up Angel, this needs to come off.” All the while his finger stroked an erotic pattern against her skin, back and forth, back and forth. Mesmerized by the sensation, Aviva forgot to follow His instructions. With a show of controlled strength he ripped her thong apart, exposing her to his stare.
Falling to his knees, Jason lowered his head and inhaled her scent. “You smell so good, but what I really want to know is…how do you taste. Hmm, I think I’m gonna find out…right now.” Placing his hands below her knees, he parted her legs so he could fit his massive shoulders between them. As her flesh parted, her inner folds unfurling, revealed for his perusal, he maneuvered her legs over his shoulders. Moaning in anticipation of the first touch of his mouth against her over sensitized core, Aviva griped his hair, pulling his head towards the part of her body that needed his touch, needed it so badly she thought she might expire from the expectation of what was to come. “Please Jason,” she moaned, “touch me.”
Jason extended his tongue and groaned in delight as he took his first taste; licking across the small nub of her sensitive nerve endings. Aviva arched her back and groaned, if felt so good. But Jason had just started, he licked, sucked and stroked, swirling his tongue in one erotic pattern after another until Aviva had to release her hold on his hair to thrust a palm across her mouth to prevent a scream from being torn from her throat. Unable to keep still, she began to gyrate silently against his face, begging for more, more of his touch, more of the exquisite pleasure running through her body, more of the touch of his expert ministrations. She began to tremble, Jason eased a long thick finger into her body, moving it in and out. He inserted another digit, Aviva could now hear the sounds of moisture her body as it flowed from her opening, down onto Jason’s skilled fingers. Thrashing her head from side to side on the bed, her inner muscles clamped down on his fingers making it increasingly difficult for him to withdraw. He knew she was close, he changed the angle and depth of his fingers tapping firmly against the bank of spongy nerve ending inside her vagina, his other hand pressing down on her pubic bone to intensify her pleasure. Aviva threw back her head and screamed as the onsl
aught of the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced hit her head on, the feeling so intense she tried to get away from him, tried to slide her body across the bed to outdistance his devastating touch. Without releasing his hold on her legs, Jason softly kissed her on the inside of her thighs, waiting until she stopped shaking before he repositioned them on the bed. Moving up her body, he took Aviva into his arms to sooth her, stroke her until her breathing slowed and returned to normal. With a finger beneath her chin Jason lifted Aviva’s face so she could look into her eyes. “Are you okay, Angel?”
“Am I okay? Give me a moment, I need to think about that... hell yeah I’m okay. I just discovered the eighth wonder of the world and it’s called Jason King!”
Jason threw back his head and laughed at her outrageous comment. Gently surrounding her within the shelter of his arms, he closed his eyes with the sure knowledge he was where he wanted to be; holding tightly to the woman he was falling in love with.
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Leaving Aviva asleep, Jason made his way downstairs, hoping to find Steve. Their interlude, although delightful, had only managed to dispel Hope’s destructive actions for a while. The full magnitude of the fallout had yet to come. Entering his office, he saw Steve sitting behind his desk, speaking on the telephone. Moving across the room he fixed himself a drink before turning to Steve and raising the decanter in a silent question. Seeing his gesture, Steve held up a glass already filled with the amber liquid they both enjoyed. Glass in hand, Jason walked over to one of the chairs before his desk and took a seat, sipping from the glass, awaiting the completion of Steve’s conversation. Hanging up the phone Steve placed his elbows on the desk and dropped his head into his hands.
“I’m sorry man, so sorry any of this had to happen. I know how you felt about Hope.”
Steve’s laugh was filled with self-deprecation. “Yeah, and who’s the fool now!”
“Come on Steve, you can’t blame yourself for the way she acted. The woman has issues she needs to work through, and those issues have nothing to do with you.”
“I could tell things weren’t right, did you know that?” Not waiting for a response Steve continued. “But I ignored them. Don’t ask me why because I don’t know… somehow I convinced myself she was who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with…and you know the really pathetic thing…I still do.”
Jason couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Had he lost his mind? The woman was a faithless bitch, how could he want anything to do with her. “You have got to be kidding me, how could you still want that devious bitch?”
Jumping to his feet, Steve banged his hand on the table. “Shut the hell up, Jason. You don’t know shit about her.”
“I don’t know shit about her? I know she’s a lying bitch, who without a thought was prepared to ruin my reputation, all because of her narcissistic delusions of her own self-worth.”
Steve squeezed the bridge of his nose; he understood where Jason was coming from but he didn’t know the full story. He didn’t know about the factors that had shaped Hope into the woman she had become. Not ready to reveal those facts, he took solace in silence.
Knowing Steve as well as he did, he didn’t push any further. If Steve still had feelings for the duplicitous woman, those feelings were his to decipher. As long as she kept away from him, he would leave her in peace. But heaven help her if she ever again attempted to mess with his life and his love in the way she had earlier. As much as he cared about Steve, he would take her down without a single thought. “What are you going to do?”
“I just got off the phone canceling the minister for the wedding, and the honeymoon, that about wraps up all the cancellations. Whoever came up with the idea of having the reception before the wedding just did me a huge favor.”
Jason sympathized with him, who reached thirty-four without having experienced some form of heart break, he knew he certainly had. “Is there anything I can do?”
“Nothing, look, I think I’m going to go out for a while, you know – try to clear my head.”
“Do you want company?”
“No, I’ve got this,” Steve said, a mixture of regret and sincerity intertwined on his face. “Jason…thanks man, I appreciate the offer.”
“Always, call me if you need me, okay.”
“Sure thing.” Steve said as he headed out the door.
Chapter 9
Jason and Aviva were going out for dinner, both deciding they could do with a change of scenery and getting away from the house would probably do them both some good. Unsure of whether she wanted to go to the trouble of dressing up, Jason assured her the place he had in mind was casual, she needed to dress comfortably rather than smart.
Inquiring as to Steve’s whereabouts, Jason filled her in on their conversation, omitting what he had said about Hope and Steve’s cryptic defense of her past. Maybe she felt as wary as him, and was therefore willing to accept his less than satisfactory explanation. With a nod of her head and a look of resolve, she had left to change for their meal.
Feeling emotionally drained, Jason wanted only to relax on the drive to and from the restaurant. He had given Bruce and Matt, his chauffeurs the night off as they hadn't been needed for the wedding, so he called a cab, not wanting to drive. The taxi deposited them outside what appeared to Aviva to be a very trendy area of town. As she looked around lots of stylishly dressed people strolled past canopy fronted eateries, emitting wonderful aromas to entice them inside.
Jason placed a hand at the base of Aviva’s back, guiding her towards an iron gate patrolled by a huge doorman who greeted him by name, bowing them inside. They descended iron stairs leading to a basement restaurant. At the bottom of the stairs the space revealed brick walls on which hung artwork depicting models and well known magazine covers of a by-gone sophisticated age.
Jason was immediately greeted by the hostess who obviously knew him. They were led to a table tucked away in a corner of the restaurant. Once they had taken their seats, Aviva looked around the interior of the restaurant which was decorated in black and red. The tables were laid with silver cutlery; plain cut crystal water and wine glasses and black chargers topped with white plates. Beside the place settings were red napkins encircled with a black holder. None of the tables had a tablecloth and were made out of black wood, which exactly matched the color of the wooden floor. The chairs were of black flock material depicting small diamond shapes which ran together to form a continuous pattern. The lighting was discreet lending itself to an air of intimacy.
The restaurant had an air of sophistication and ultra-trendiness that would appeal to people who wanted to be known for frequenting the hottest spots in town. As Aviva continued to look around, she spotted two well-known models, a rap star and one famous up and coming actor. Aviva craned her neck, slightly star struck, wanting to see who else she could spot, but the layout of the restaurant was designed to offer maximum privacy to its clientèle. When she stopped twisting her head this way and that, she realized Jason was watching her in amusement.
“What do you think of this place?” He asked with a sweep of his hand, indicating the restaurant.
“It looks like a good place for spotting famous people…it’s very trendy but…to be honest; it doesn’t seem like your type of place.”
“Oh really, and why is that?” Jason asked resting his elbows on the black table, his chin supported by his intertwined knuckles.
Aviva hesitated, wanting to ensure she chose her words carefully, unsure if she had just insulted him. “Well… it just seems like this would be the place to come if you wanted to be spotted. Say for example, a rap star who wanted to be noticed by the right people, or a model who wanted to gain the attention of a rap star or an actor. You just strike me as someone who doesn’t need to put himself out there like that. And well…you don’t really fit in with all this trendy arty-farty stuff, I mean...you just seem too old for this setting.”
“Too old, I’m thirty four, not Methuselah…you started off so well, t
hen you had to go and spoil it, telling me that I’m not on-trend and too old to mix with the in crowd, thanks a lot. You sure know how to flatter a guy,” Jason replied to Aviva’s candid observations.
“Oh sorry, maybe that came out wrong. What I meant to say was you are way too debonair for this place. Was that better?”
“Much better, and for that last comment alone, I have decided to feed you, and to pay for the privilege. You were this close to blowing it.” Jason smiled, indicating a tiny space between his thumb and forefinger.
Before Aviva could comment their waiter appeared, handing him the wine list and both of them menus. Their selection for food and wine made, they continued a round of light conversation until their plates were set before them.
Once their waiter had departed, Jason engaged her in a more serious conversation. “Actually you’re right; this isn’t the type of restaurant I would usually frequent. I have an ulterior motive in bringing you here. I wanted to get your honest opinion on what you thought of this place. It’s for sale, and I’m thinking about buying it. I’ve been here a number of times and the service and food are okay, that’s the problem, everything is just okay. Yes the right people come, but they mainly come to the bar rather than the food. What’s the point of having a restaurant on one of the most expensive strips in the city if people don’t want to eat here?”
Aviva could see his point but she was confused. “Well why would you be thinking about buying the place if it’s not making money. It is losing money, right?”
“Yes it is. However, I’ve taken a look at the books and the building, and I think with some remodeling and a few changes, this place has real potential.”
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