“Define a few hot moments?”
“We kissed. Well, more than kissed because while in her office I swear she almost climbed me.”
Andy laughed. “Climbed you? You sure it wasn’t the other way around?”
“We might’ve both been up for a little climbing that day.” He grinned.
“So that’s it? A few hot kisses and you think that means things are progressing? Once again, you’re the girl.”
“No. That’s not all that happened.” It was his turn to pinch her.
“Well for fuck’s sake, tell me. And ow! Dick.” She rubbed her thigh where he’d landed his mark.
“Crybaby. You should know better than to get into a pinching war with me by now. It’s an Olympic sport in my family.”
She tilted her bottle up to her lips. “Your family is a special kind of sick.”
“She showed up at my place on Wednesday night.” Jimmy glanced at his best friend.
Andy pulled the bottle away, her cheeks puffed out with the beer she held in her mouth, her eyes wide in wonder, waiting for him to add to the statement. He wasn’t going to give the details of what went down of course—those were between him and Sonja—but he’d let her know the high level. Andy waved her hand, motioning for him to continue.
“Swallow first, before you choke.”
She did. “Getting juicy now. What happened?”
“Not gonna kiss and tell, but I will say this: Sonja is everything I’ve ever wanted. In all ways. I don’t want anyone else, Andy. Truth.”
Andy stared at him. Her face a blank mask. Her mouth closed. Shit, he had no idea what she was going to say. And obviously she was worried about him. What he’d spoken aloud to her were words she’d never heard come out of his mouth as long as she’d known him. Having no idea what to expect, Jimmy braced for the worst. When the silence stretched longer than he could stand, he spoke up. “Say something, for Christ’s sake. You’re scaring me.”
“I’m sorry. Did you just say you don’t want anyone else?”
He frowned at her. “I told you the other day I was off the market.”
“Yeah, but…well…I guess I didn’t really buy it.”
“Andy, you know me well enough to know I don’t say shit like that.”
“I know, but I figured it was the morning-after-good-sex talking.” She shrugged. “Now I’m the one who’s scared.”
“Don’t be.”
“I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Believe me, neither do I. But this is it for me. I’m telling you, she’s it. And if I get hurt, I guess I’ll have to deal with it.”
Andy leaned over and hugged him. “If you do, I’ll be there.”
Jimmy rubbed her back and gave her a squeeze.
“After I extract your heart from her stomach, of course.”
Jimmy laughed and squeezed her harder. “I love you too.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Sonja glanced at the time on her phone. It was just past nine thirty at night and she’d worked straight through lunch and dinner, and it would appear, well past normal office hours too. She’d told her assistant no interruptions or visitors today, which meant she had no idea if James had shown up.
All of the day before had been spent with clients upstate, and although she’d gotten a few texts from him, and a couple voicemails, she’d yet to reply to any of them. Sonja hadn’t been ready to face him after her performance Wednesday night in his loft. On his dining room table of all places. She cringed and smoothed her palm up the back of her hair. Once again, her mind betrayed her, replaying the heady events of that night, and the cringe fell fast and hard on the heels of the lust that rose and tightened her stomach.
Sonja stood and walked to the windows. She didn’t know what she was doing with him. James Donnelly was a harsh contrast to everything in her life—at least everything she’d been allowed to know. Every inch of her skin was tight and itchy and she rubbed her arms. Her father would never have approved of a man like James. Correction: young man. Sonja could practically hear her father’s authoritative voice in her head, scolding her for her choices. She scratched the back of her neck and cringed again.
She was too old for him.
He was too wild for her.
God, but she wanted him. Sonja’s insides tumbled with a rage of twinges and the juncture between her thighs pulsed, hot and ready. For only him. Closing her eyes, she wiped the sweat from her brow. She was detoxing. The only remedy: James Donnelly…her drug. “Dammit.” Sonja circled her arms around her middle and bent forward. “Ugh! Dammit! I don’t want this.”
“Are you avoiding me?”
Sonja whirled around in shock, managing somehow to not stumble backward. James stood, arms crossed over his broad chest, leaning against the frame of her office door.
“What?” Sonja stepped back until she felt the cool window glass at her back. “What are you doing here?” He looked so damn good. His hair was a mess in the perfect way he always styled it. His trimmed goatee framed his lips. A gray button-down short-sleeve shirt covered his upper body, but the tattoos on his arms and the one peeking out from his collar remained on display for her eyes to feast on. Sonja’s mouth watered and she had to swallow a few times.
He took a step toward her. “Are you avoiding me?”
Pressing her palm to her chest, she tried to calm her racing heart. He needed to go. The only way to get over this need was to not be near him. Cold turkey was the best way to beat any addiction. He needed to go now. Oh God, he looks so good. “Why would I be avoiding you?” Her words sounded threadbare to her own ears. No doubt he heard it too. She needed to move away from the window, away from him.
He stopped barely a few feet away. His hazel gaze roamed over her face and down her body. “I don’t know why either. So, would you like to explain?”
Like a physical touch, she responded to his call, going loose on the inside as molten lava spread through her veins. Sonja moved her hand to his chest. An attempt to hold him back or push him away—either would work.
James took another step closer and then circled her wrist in his palm. His body this close was more than she could resist. The scent of his cologne hit her senses and she gasped. Her mind screamed what action to take: Push him away! Tell him to go! But her heart thudded in her ears and drowned out the voice of reason. Her body, however, dictated exactly what she needed. She needed this. She needed him. With her breath sawing in and out, Sonja gripped the thin fabric of his shirt. Instead of pushing him away, she pulled, closed the small distance separating them and kissed him.
James’s tongue sank into her mouth and a moan bubbled up from deep inside her. Oh God, yes. There it is. Sonja wrapped her arms around him, pressed her body to his and devoured his mouth—like a woman starving to death…no, she’d been right before, like a junkie getting her fix. A fucking junkie.
Sonja pushed the thought aside and took what she needed from him anyway. What he offered so willingly to her. Her skin tingled, her stomach tightened, her clit throbbed…but now for a different reason. Now, it was because she was getting what she desperately craved. Him.
His fingers speared into her hair and he peeled her from his lips. “Two fucking days, Sonja!” He gritted his teeth. “Two days without this.” He kissed her again, nipped her lip, then swiped over it with his tongue.
She moved to his neck, kissing and sucking his sweet skin. Screw her doubts. Screw what her father’s voice in her head said—or what anyone might think. No, never again would she go without this, without him. She was insane to try. “Never again.”
Still holding her hair he pulled her away from his neck. “Promise me. Tell me right now you won’t deny us this ever again.”
“I won’t. I promise.” Sonja pulled at the buttons on his shirt, popping each one as fast as she could. She had to get to his skin. Needed to feel mo
re of him. “I need you. Now.” Sonja parted his shirt, marveling in the beauty of him. He was right; she was greedy for him. At this moment she couldn’t get enough.
Smoothing her palms down his chest, she followed the path she made with her tongue. His taste and scent permeated every cell of her body and lightning struck through her, settling between her legs. Kissing down the center of his abs, she went to her knees, and then pulled open the button and zipper of his jeans.
James pulled the pins out of her hair. “Fuck, I missed you.”
Sonja tugged on the waistband of his boxer briefs, revealing his hard cock. “Fuck, I missed you too.” Without a care for the profane words tumbling out of her mouth, she licked her lips, leaned forward and sucked the swollen crown into her mouth. The bead of ejaculate at the tip hit her tongue and she moaned.
He tangled his hands in the length of her hair, but his body fell still. She didn’t want him still. She wanted him wild, as wild as she was. “Fuck my mouth, James.” Digging her nails into the skin of his hips, she swallowed him again.
But James didn’t move, just tightened his hold on her hair and groaned. With his prick deep in her mouth, Sonja stopped and gazed up at him. She dropped her hands and then held her arms out slightly at her sides, palms up, offering him free rein to control her movements.
She wanted him to do what she asked, yes. But she also wanted to give him what she knew he craved too. He understood, and she knew it because his cock jerked in her mouth once he registered her actions.
Jimmy could hardly believe his eyes. Kneeling before him, she’d submitted and wanted him to take control, yet at the same time she remained dominant too. There was a balance to their exchange of power. One he hadn’t expected to find. With a growl, he tightened his grip on her hair and drove hard and fast in and out of her mouth. “Mo chroí. You’re killing me.”
Sonja sucked and rolled her tongue, moaning each time he plunged deep into her sweet mouth. God help him, she was beautiful with her cornflower-blue eyes locked with his and her full lips pulled tight around his shaft. She sucked him in earnest and it was all he could do not to come right then and there, spurting down the back of her throat. She needed to control the situation just like he did, and she’d found a way to do it. That was good enough for him.
Jimmy gritted his teeth, his balls drawing up tight with each thrust between her hot lips. “Fuck, look at you. Amazing. So beautiful.”
The first time they’d had sex, Sonja had taken control. He’d urged her to do so, thinking it was what she might need to be more comfortable. To his surprise, it’d cleaned his clock and aroused him in a way he never imagined possible. The other night, the control had shifted back to him. He’d bound her hands and fucked her hard and fast. Tonight, they were balanced. Without a doubt, Sonja was all he wanted and would ever want again.
Panting, Jimmy let go of the grip on her hair and ran his fingers through the length. He needed to breath—slow down a bit. This was too decadent to rush. And even if coming in her mouth, like he’d done the other night, had been bliss, tonight he wanted to be inside the heat of her pussy when he climaxed.
Sonja hummed and her eyes fluttered closed. Jimmy moved a hand to her face and caressed her cheek. “Your pussy all wet for me?” She gazed up and him and gave him the barest of nods. His dick pulsed between her lips. “I want inside your cunt. Will you let me?”
She moaned, her nostrils flaring, and sucked harder. God. Damn. Unable to take it any longer, he pulled free of her mouth and took a step back. Sonja licked her lips and stood, but stumbled. He reached for her, taking her by the elbow, and helped her to her feet.
She pressed her lips to his in a hard kiss, tangling her tongue with his. Turning them, Jimmy pressed her back against the glass and tugged up her skirt. Sweet heaven was what he found when he placed his palm between her thighs. Her panties were soaked through with her juices. He touched his lips to her throat. “Unbutton your shirt,” he mumbled against her neck.
Her blouse fell to the floor. Jimmy reached behind her and unhooked her bra. It landed at their feet. Taking her pert breasts in his palms, he massaged them, pinching her nipples between his fingertips. Kissing and licking a line down her breastbone, he went to his knees. Jimmy ran a thumb over her clit through her panties.
Sonja jerked, sucking in a breath as she grabbed his hair. He licked the thin fabric, tasting her sweetness. “Sopping wet for me. I love it.” Tugging the material aside, this time he slid his tongue through her folds and couldn’t suppress the groan against her soft curls.
“James! Yes!” Sonja rose on tiptoe, still in her heels, and lifted one leg to rest on his shoulder.
He spread her swollen lips apart with his thumbs and licked her cunt before covering her clit with his mouth. With a tight grip on his hair, she rolled her hips forward. Sucking hard, he kept up the pressure, flicking the tight bud with his tongue and then driving two fingers inside her tight pussy.
“Oh God! Oh God!” She ground against him, then stiffened—the sound of her head hitting the glass resonated around them. Sonja cried out his name and came.
Jimmy lapped at the mouth of her pussy, drinking in her pleasure. Before she stopped moaning, he leaned back and lay on the carpeting. He shoved his jeans down his hips and then held a hand out for her. She stared at him, still panting for breath, the blue of her eyes darker than he’d ever seen them. He freed his wallet from his back pocket and pulled a condom out. “Come to me, Sonja.”
“I don’t want that.” She slid her panties off and stepped forward, straddling his legs, but stayed standing. “I want to feel you, and only you inside me, like the other night.”
Jimmy tossed the wallet and condom aside, and took his prick in his hand, stroking from base to tip. He didn’t want anything between them either, but they hadn’t talked about it. Although it was important, the point was moot. They’d already crossed the line.
She bit her bottom lip and stroked two fingers over her clit. “I like watching you do that.”
“And I like watching you do that.” Jimmy’s balls ached, his dick harder than an iron rod. He wanted inside her tight cunt, but man, watching her rub her clit while she watched him stroke himself was beyond hot. “You keep doing that, and I might have to pull you down to sit on my face. Taunting me with that gorgeous cunt is just plain cruel…and wonderful at the same time.”
“Is that supposed to be a threat or a promise? I could simply sit on your face and suck your cock at the same time. We’d be giving equal punishment then, wouldn’t we?”
Jimmy arched, thrusting his pelvis up and fucking into his fist. “I fucking love when you talk dirty. Come punish me by riding my dick.”
Sonja sank her two fingers inside her channel. “Say please.”
Jimmy groaned and then chuckled. He loved her like this—loved? Shit. He swallowed and licked his lips, giving himself a second to find his voice. “Pretty please?” His words came out in a whisper, which was fine. She’d heard him loud and clear.
Reaching behind her, she unzipped her skirt. Stepping to the side, she removed it before straddling his hips and kneeling above him. Jimmy ran his hands up her bare thighs. Her soft skin made his palms tingle.
Sonja bent forward and kissed him, dragging her tongue against his—wet and full of all the passion consuming him. Still kissing him, she slid a hand between them and took his cock in hand. Positioning him at her core, she lowered herself until he was buried deep inside.
Her wet heat enveloped him and he broke from her lips, panting for air. Her mouth hovered above his and she rocked her hips. Smoothing his palms up her thighs to her ass, he gripped it tight, enjoying the slight flex of her buttocks when she undulated forward and back.
With her pelvis tight to his, she ground her clit against him and her walls clenched around his prick. Jimmy was drowning once again. Lost in all that had become his Sunshine. Her hair fell around
them, blocking everything in his peripheral view. All he could see was her. All he could feel was her. And that was all he needed.
She kissed him again, riding him at a lazy pace. Forward and back, forward and back, milking him with each roll of her hips. Her nipples scraped against his chest. Her stomach rubbed against his. Every nerve in his body stood at attention, alive and tingling with awareness of her. And only her.
“Never again,” she whispered against his lips.
“Never again what, mo chroí?”
“Never again…” She whimpered and rolled her hips and he felt her walls spasm around his shaft. “Never again will I suffer without this.”
Jimmy squeezed her ass cheeks in his palms and spread them apart enough to make her groan. She moved faster in response, whimpering again.
“I fucking hope to God not. I’ll have to paddle your ass till it’s bright red with my handprints.”
She sat up and placed her hands on his chest. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Fuck yeah I would. And I know you liked it the other night.”
She let out a breathless laugh before rising up and sliding back down again.
Jimmy bit back a curse and an evil glint sparked in her eye. Yeah, she had control right now, and he was happy to cede it. Gazing up at the woman who’d stolen his heart, Jimmy knew he’d give it to her anytime she wanted it. Moving one hand from her ass cheek, he found her clit with his thumb. “Ride my cock, babe.”
Sonja moaned and rocked her hips forward again. He rolled his thumb over the tight nub and she moved faster. “Fuck yes. Yeah.” Jimmy shifted his pelvis, keeping in time with her. His orgasm was close, his cock so hard he was going to explode inside of her.
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