I’m all for that. She’s inferring it will be done with a kiss, but I have something a little more wicked in mind.
In one swift move, I pull her dress over her hips and swing her around so her back is to my desk. She gasps when I pick her up and deposit her there before dropping to my knees.
“What are you doing?” she rasps out as I roughly shove her legs apart and pull the crotch of her panties aside.
“Sealing the deal,” I tell her without even looking up.
Then I put my mouth on her, giving her that kiss she wanted, just in a different place.
CHAPTER 20
Trista
I come slowly awake, taking in the soft sheets of Jerico’s bed and the pillowy mattress that’s like sleeping on a heavenly cloud. I roll over, open my eyes, and see Jerico’s side of the bed is empty. I can’t help the smile that comes to my face as I remember everything about the last several hours.
How Jerico showed a definite jealousy that he’d never admit out loud, leading to us promising exclusivity until my time is up here. I’m not sure what will happen then, but I know it’s going to be difficult to part ways. As long as Jerico left things casual, I could keep my heart protected. But he’s moved us out of that space and put us straight into a situation where I could get hurt. I don’t think Jerico is relationship material, but I can’t lie and say I’m not hoping something will change. I mean… this beautiful, successful man who is a sex god in every way wants only me right now when he’s normally the whore of the club. I hate for it to mean that much to me, but I’m such a girl… it does.
“You’re awake.” I roll over to see Jerico walking into the bedroom, fully dressed with damp hair. He’s holding a cup of coffee that he sets on the nightstand by me, then sits down on the edge of the bed near my hip.
“How do you feel this morning?” he asks with a self-satisfied, cocky grin.
Bastard should feel cocky. I don’t know how many times he made me come last night. The first time while he had me sit on his desk, then again when he fucked me while I bent over it. After that, he buzzed up Amanda, who was working the podium with me, and told her I wouldn’t be returning.
Caveman Jerico picked me up and brought me to his apartment, where we had sex—I kid you not—three more times. I didn’t know men could do that. It wasn’t successive, one right after the other. But we’d have sex, then talk, doze off and sleep a little. Then he’d wake up, put his hands on me, and it was on again. We repeated that pattern three freaking times, the last time occurring about seven AM. A quick glance at the clock tells me it’s half past one PM now.
I give him a smile. “I feel great.”
“Not sore?” he asks.
“Nope,” I lie.
“So if I stripped down now, climbed between your legs, and shoved my cock in you, would you scream in pain or pleasure?” he asks, and geez… I know he has no intention of doing that because he’s dressed to the nines for business, but damn if the throb between my legs doesn’t want him to.
“I’d scream in pleasure,” I assure him.
He lifts an eyebrow at me as if I’ve wounded his dick’s pride. “Well, to be on the safe side, I’ll manage to wait until tonight to have you again.”
“You’re so kind,” I say dryly, then my brow furrows. “You want me to stay over again?”
By his confused expression, I can tell the question caught him off guard. I think Jerico only knows he’s going to fuck me sometime tonight, but he hadn’t given much thought as to when and where or if he’d invite me to stay.
Before he can answer, I sit up in the bed a little more and stop any potential discomfort he’s in from putting him on the spot. “I can’t stay tonight. I promised Corinne we’d do something special all day tomorrow, so I need to get home right after my shift.”
Jerico’s eyes go soft, but I can see a level of disappointment in them. “Of course. Totally understand. Guess I’ll just have to sneak some time in with you while you’re on duty.”
“Sounds good,” I say with a smile as I start to sit up in the bed.
Jerico turns and grabs the coffee, handing it to me. “Cream and one sugar, right?”
I smile brilliantly at him. “Very good.”
“I’m observant,” he says by way of explanation. “That’s how you made your coffee yesterday.”
True enough. We drank coffee together in his kitchen before I headed home to get showered and spend some time with Corinne and Mom before I had to come back to work.
Jerico looks at his watch, and then says, “I’ve got to get going. Got a meeting across town in an hour, and I’ve got some paperwork to finish first.”
He leans over and kisses me. When he pulls back, he doesn’t pull back very far, our noses just inches from each other. “I enjoyed last night.”
Four simple words, and they make me feel all warm and squishy.
“Me too,” I murmur back.
“Okay,” he says with one last quick kiss. “I’m out of here. Take your time leaving. The door will lock behind you.”
“‘Kay,” I mutter as I sip at my coffee and watch his gorgeous backside in tailored navy-blue pants paired with a crisp white dress shirt as he walks out of the room.
When I hear him leave the apartment, I settle into the pillows propped up on the headboard and drink my coffee, contemplating how very strange my life has become. At best, my life could have been called satisfying. I had a respectable job with good benefits working as a receptionist in a dentist’s office, I owned my own home and had a network of causal friends I could hang out with and do fun things. My best friend, Claudia, lives in Germany now as her husband is in the Army and got transferred there, but we text daily, talk on the phone at least once a week, and Skype as well, I mean… life was good.
Of course, there were stressors but aren’t there always? I wasn’t even surprised by Danielle abandoning Corinne. While suddenly becoming a surrogate mom was a little overwhelming, I wouldn’t trade my time with Corinne for anything. In fact, I think she was supposed to be with us at the time Danielle chose to abandon her, because of her illness. My mom and I took far better care of her than Danielle ever could have. I’m ashamed to say that about my sister, but I’m not sure Corinne would have survived if she hadn’t left her behind with us.
With a sigh, I take a sip of coffee and think about Jerico. He took my ordinary life and turned it upside down. Within a week’s time, I went from my most exciting night involving club hopping and maybe having a one-night stand I always regretted the next morning, to a woman who has shamelessly let a man control her entire sexuality.
I let Jerico have sex with me in front of other people.