“Jason, please, for the love of God… I need more.” Her hands wound in his hair and her body lifted as she spoke.
Indeed. Whatever the lady wants. He dropped her legs over his shoulders and brought his hands around her thighs to separate her hot, moist folds. Jason blew on the swollen lips that pouted deliciously at him. Her body bucked. Her small whimper called for him to do it again. So he did, right before he sucked her clit into his mouth. Faith’s muscles tightened. Her lust-filled cry rent the silence of the room.
“Yes, oh God. Yes!”
He kept the tension on her inflamed sex and slipped two fingers into her heat. She bucked onto his hand, causing a sharper pull of her skin in his mouth. A full body shiver let him know how much she liked it. Well, that, and the whole screaming-for-more-and-do-that-again-and-shouted-prayers-to-her-savior thing.
He curved his fingers inside her and caressed that particular area just above her pubic bone. Faith tensed, her muscles tight and convulsing. Her body clenched around his fingers. A hot rush of moisture coated him with cream. He withdrew from her body and kissed his way back up, seeking those luscious lips.
She wrapped her arms around him when he kissed her, but within seconds, she pushed on his shoulders.
When he lifted away, she sighed, “I want to feel you in me. Please.” He dropped a few kisses on her lips, stood and dropped his slacks and then his briefs. His hard-on slapped his stomach and he grabbed it, stroking it from base to tip several times while he watched her.
“God, you aren’t real, are you?” Faith licked her lips and propped herself up on her elbows.
“I’m real, baby.” He reached over to the nightstand and pulled a condom out of the drawer. He opened the package, but she scrambled to her knees in front of him and took the sheath from his fingers.
“Allow me?” Her eyes danced as she made an “O” with her lips and put the condom in her mouth. She leaned forward and… ohholyshitmotherofgodhowinthehell! Jason grabbed her hair, threw his head back and thrust forward into her mouth. She rolled the condom onto his cock without using her hands. Jason’s shaft hit the back of her throat. She gagged and pulled back but pressed forward again. Her lips rolled the latex along the piece of granite that used to be his prick. Sweet Jesus, he’d never experienced anything like that before.
Faith’s tongue was doing crazy things to the sensitive underside of his cock, and the swirl she made at the glans when she pulled off almost sent him over the edge. He grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed as he pulled away. He’d damn near busted his nut from her mouth on him.
“Baby, as much as I love what you just did, I will be in you before I come.” Faith smiled and flopped back onto the bed in obvious invitation.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t roll it on all the way. I think it will take practice for me to be able to take you that far.”
Jason crawled over her, licking a line from the top of her sweet mound to her throat. “Mm… sweetheart, I’ll let you practice that any time you want.”
Her hands traveled his body almost reverently. She cupped his cheek. The expression on her face stopped him. “What is it?”
She gave him a sad little smile. “I just wish my first time was with someone like you. Someone who cared.”
He lowered his head and kissed her softly. “I don’t know who hurt you, but I promise I will never intentionally cause you pain.” He whispered his words in her ear, the heat of her breath coating his neck and shoulder.
Her reply was a whisper of sound. “Please, make me feel special.”
He centered over her and waited until she looked up at him. He needed to see her eyes, to make sure she was with him and ready. His surging lust could go to hell if she needed to stop. Those big, brown eyes locked onto his.
“Please.” Her hand found his cock and guided him toward her. Sweet, intense warmth enveloped his straining shaft. Every fiber of his soul urged him to plunge deep in the haunting ecstasy of her heat but he knew his size could hurt her and he’d be damned if he’d do that. He found her mouth and slipped further into her warmth while teasing her tongue with his—slow and sensual, even though his body demanded deeper and faster.
White-hot sensations gathered, tightening a chokehold on his tenuous restraint. He wasn’t going to last. The intense heat of her tight body, the softness of her skin, and the needy sounds of lust she made were killing him. His balls pulled up, ready to explode. Jason dropped his head to her shoulder. What a fucking marvelous way to die.
Unable to hold back any longer, he lifted off her and grabbed her behind her knees. Pressing them back, he opened her. Her hands grabbed his biceps as he started to pump into her.
“Yes! God, yes!” Her cry snapped his tenuous hold on the beast raging inside him. His hips thrust forward, driving his entire length into her hot core. So good. So fucking perfect. Her body gripped his with the perfect amount of resistance, tension, and pressure. Sweat poured off his brow into his eyes but he couldn’t take his gaze off her. Lost in her own pleasure, her hand twisted her nipple. Her body flushed and her back arched. Her mouth opened in a soundless scream as her body clenched around him.
Jason’s body exploded. Blinding flashes of red and white light burst through his closed eyes. His orgasm ripped through him in successive waves. He dropped, covering her, still convulsing in aftershocks. He wrapped her in his arms and clung to her as if she were the only thing that could save him from drowning.
When he felt her squirm under him, he shifted to his side, pulling her with him. Her deep breaths told him he’d nearly crushed her. But, damn, she’d almost killed him, too. He’d have died happy. That thought captured his attention. He hadn’t been happy in… hell, since before that night his dad was murdered.
He lifted his arm and caressed her back. A shiver ran down her body. She snuggled closer to him and gave a contented sigh.
“I think we need to do that again—after a little nap.”
Jason chuckled. “Go to sleep, Cinderella.”
“Good night, Superman.”
Chapter Ten
Faith slapped the bedside table, searching for her buzzing phone. Opening her eyes would have helped, but who would be texting her at… oh, fireflies in a bottle… 5:00 a.m.? Her thumb landed on the home key, waking the smartphone. Searing light flooded her small bedroom and blinded her.
Faith dropped the cell and rubbed her eyes, blinking repeatedly, trying to sooth the dryness that threatened to affix her eyelids to her corneas. “Crap.”
The phone vibrated again. Her curiosity forced a squinty eye glare at the text message displayed on the screen.
Jason: I couldn’t wait any longer. I had a wonderful time with you and I want to see you again.
Faith: You just left yesterday. I’ll admit you do make a good impression.
Jason: I aimed to please.
Faith: And U did. 4 times if I recall correctly.
Jason: Busy on Friday?
Faith: As in 3 days?
Jason: 2. It’s Wednesday.
Pulling her lip between her teeth, Faith keyed the next response and debated sending it, but if this thing… or whatever it was between them… was going to work, he’d have to accept Reece. ‘Send’ loomed ominously under her thumb, but before she became emotionally invested in this guy, she had to know.
Faith: I work until 5 but then the little guy and I are free.
Jason: Dinner and early movie? New Disney movie out.
Faith smiled at the screen and her heart filled a little more. This guy was a keeper.
Faith: Love it. Then maybe grownup time after Boo goes to sleep?
Jason: Boo?
Faith: Nickname, long story.
Jason. I’ll call tonight so you can tell me.
Faith: Can’t wait.
*
Jason wiped his forearms and hands with his gym towel when he heard his phone vibrate with a text. Sweat pooled around his feet where he’d been taking out his stress on the heavy bag he’d had install
ed at his house. A surge of… shit, what was it? Happiness or contentment, maybe… ran through him at the thought the message might be from Faith. Even though he was flying back to Savannah tomorrow night to see Faith and Reece, spending time texting and visiting with the woman made him feel good. That little detail was fucking huge.
Faith: Red or black?
Jason: Red or black what?
Faith: You said nice place. Right?
Jason: You don’t have to buy a new dress. Wear the one you wore two weeks ago.
Faith: Obviously, you are not a girl.
Jason: Obviously.
Faith: Red or black? Both are on sale and I can’t decide.
Jason: I like both.
He snorted in amusement. He’d grown up with three sisters, and he knew that answer wasn’t going to fly.
Faith: Really?
Jason: Red.
Faith: Thank you.
Jason: I look forward to seeing you in that dress.
Faith: Who said it is a dress? Think lace.
Jason glanced at the time on his phone and groaned before he turned back to the heavy bag. There were definitely too many hours and miles between him and that sexy-as-fuck woman.
*
Faith glanced at her cell. The text message had popped in a couple of minutes ago, but she’d been tied up helping a caller get to the right department. She took a look around the lobby to ensure she wouldn’t be seen and tapped the screen.
Jason: Chocolate, strawberry or cherry?
Faith: ?
Jason: Choose.
Faith: <3 Strawberry? Why? U making pie?
Jason: No. Buying condoms.
Faith slammed the phone screen-side down on her desk and shot a furtive glance around the lobby to see who might notice her crimson face. She lifted the phone and placed it in her lap, cupping the screen under the desktop.
Faith: OMG!
Jason: LOL! U asked.
*
Walking out of the NA meeting, Jason opened his phone and laughed. Several people cast curious glances his direction, but he just shook his head and smiled.
Faith: Where did you put the thingy?
He’d bought a small grill so they could barbeque when he was down last weekend. Faith and Reece had called the smoking tray a ‘thingy’ the entire day, so he knew immediately what she was looking for.
Jason: With the grate.
Faith: Kitchen? Oh. Got it, thanks.
Jason: Anytime, princess.
*
“Jason, I transferred an incoming call from your cell to line three.” Sonya’s voice over the intercom pulled his attention away from the computer and documents he worked on. Distracted by the paperwork in front of him, he hit the button and bit out, “King.”
Silence caught his full attention. He picked up the receiver and spoke again. “This is Jason King.”
“Mister Jason?” Reece’s small voice broke any ties the work day held over him. Jason smiled at the little guy’s nervous question.
“Hey, buddy. Is everything okay?”
“Yes, sir. Momma let me practice dialing her phone. I pushed and held the number one button, and it called you. She said we could because I got to tell you something.” The excitement in Reece’s voice carried through the connection.
“Really? I can’t wait to hear what that is.” Jason swiveled in his chair and gazed into the painting that hung on his back wall.
“I got moted.” Jason could hear Faith say ‘promoted’ in the background.
“That’s what I said, Momma! Promoted. I got promoted to kindergarten. I get to go to the big kids’ school. Maybe even ride the bus, but Momma’s not sure she likes that. Will you tell her it’s okay for me to ride the bus? Are you coming down this weekend? You didn’t come last week. Tippy and I want to play at the beach with you and Momma again. Maybe we can see a movie. Can we see a movie, Mister Jason?”
Jason chuckled as the little boy’s sentences slid into each other in one rushed exclamation. For the past six weeks, he’d been burning up jet fuel hopping from D.C. to Savannah. When he wasn’t tied up with Gabriel, he was with Faith and Reece. The free aircraft usage was a perk of his new position and one he was glad to use.
“I think that could be arranged, buddy, but you’ll have to ask your mom if it’s alright first.”
“She’ll say yes. She always says yes to you!” Faith’s comments in the background were muffled, but he got the idea she didn’t want to bother him at work.
“I know, Momma, but he’s not busy now. Are you, Mister Jason?” The little man was definitely wound up.
“I’m never too busy to talk to you or your mom, bud. Have you been a good boy?”
“You have to say yes, Reece. He can’t see you nodding your head.” Faith’s comment prompted his laughter.
“Yes, sir, I’ve been real good.”
“Awesome, then the next time I come down, we’ll go see a movie, and I’ll buy you popcorn.”
“Yeah! Momma, Mr. Jason said we’d go to a movie! Popcorn, too!”
“Hey, can I talk to your momma for a minute?” Jason jerked the phone away from his ear when a resounding crack came through the airwaves.
“Hey, sorry about that. He dropped the phone.” Faith’s comment explained the noise.
“That’s alright. So, are you busy this weekend, Cinderella?” He damn near growled the question.
“I am, actually. My boyfriend is coming to town. He’s one of those growly protective types. Some people think he’s intimidating.”
“He sounds intimidating. Am I going to have a fight on my hands?”
“Oh no, I don’t think so. He puts on airs, but I know he’s just a big ol’ softy.”
“Princess, whenever I talk to you, soft isn’t a word I’d use to describe my condition. I can guarantee I’m…” He swung his chair around and shut his mouth. Jared sat in one of the leather chairs situated in front of his desk. The smirk on his face spoke volumes.
“What can you guarantee, Superman?” His cock twitched at the low, sultry tones of Faith’s voice. Thank God for a solid mahogany slab between him and his brother’s eyes.
“I have to go. I’ll call you back as soon as I can.” Jason kept his eyes on his brother. Damn smug asshole.
“Okay, but you’re coming down this weekend, right?”
“As it stands right now, yes. Subject to change, as always.”
“Alright. I’m looking forward to being with you.”
“No more than I am.”
“Is there someone in the office with you?”
“Yes.”
“Male or female.”
“The first.”
“Do you know what I want to do to you as soon as I get you alone? I bought a big thick cucumber and I’ve been practicing a certain technique.”
He dropped his head to his desk with a thud. The pain puncturing his forehead did nothing to stop his cock from standing up and saluting. Jason groaned into the phone. Jared’s laughter mingled with Faith’s. He didn’t bother to lift his head as he spoke. “You are going to pay for that.”
“I can’t wait. As a matter of fact, I’m hoping to provide further enticement when you call later tonight. Bye, Superman.”
Not bothering to lift his head, he threw the phone onto the top of the desk. He pawed the phone base and disconnected the call.
“Poor Jason.” Jared’s voice taunted him, just like when they were young.
“Shut up.”
“What? Someone missing his thing on the side?”
What? Oh, hell no. He sat up and scowled at his brother. “She isn’t a side game.”
The lifted eyebrows conveyed surprise. “Then why haven’t we met her? Who is she? Has she been vetted? How serious is this… tryst?”
He leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers together. “I’m not ready to say.”
Jared’s eyes widened slightly. “Why?”
“Because it’s new. She’s special.”
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p; “Seriously? Who the hell is she? We need to vet her. You’re in a VIP position, Jason. You know the protocols. What if she tries to blackmail you or use your position? This is fucked up.”
He damn near came out of his seat before he grabbed ahold of his anger. Barely. His brother usually didn’t provoke him. Jared knew better. All his family did. “She is not using me. She wouldn’t take a dime from me. She works hard to support herself and her son. What the fuck, man? Do you think I’m incapable of having a healthy relationship? And really, why the hell do you care?”
“Why do I care? Did I hear that right? You honestly want to go there? Oh, I don’t know, Jason, we’ll start with you once again disregarding the protocols that we all adhere to. Maybe we should tack on that anytime life turns south for you, we get ringside seats complete with blood spatter as you destroy yourself.” Jared’s cutting words echoed strangely in the gilded office.
The one-two punch of his brother’s shouted anger and disbelief he could handle his own shit hit hard and stung like a bastard. Had he disregarded protocols? Yes, but… Fuck, his boss had practically demanded he travel to meet the families of his dead men. To top it off, Gabriel knew the reason the company jet was logging hours to Savannah. They’d discussed it numerous times.
Who the fuck did his brother think he was? He’d be damned if he would justify anything to Jared, not when he was practically his brother’s boss. Practically? That line of thought sent an iron rod down his back. He straightened under his brother’s condescending look. In every way that mattered, he was Jared’s boss. Fuck him and the high horse he’d rode in on.
Sonya opened the door and slipped in just as that realization settled in and took root. “Jason, is everything okay?” she asked.
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