"He wants to fuck you." His breath traces a path down my neck. "He couldn't keep his hands off you."
"You're crazy." I push harder now, knowing that if I truly wanted to break free I could do it, but part of me is relishing in his jealous rage and how hard he's become.
"He was practically drooling over you." He touches the tip of his tongue to my neck and I whimper. "You had to notice. You're not that naïve, beautiful."
I realize that two can play his twisted game. "I wanted him too," I whisper into his ear.
He retreats. His body pulls back from mine and his hands leap to my face. "Say it again."
I scan his eyes looking for anything that would indicate that my words stung him. I see a faint trace of disappointment. "I wanted him too when…." I let the words trail as I move my face until my lips are hovering next to his.
"When what?" He leans forward and pulls my bottom lip between his teeth.
I flinch at the pain and pull back. I run my tongue over the bruised spot. "When I was seventeen."
"When you were seventeen?" The confusion in his voice is mixed with something else more telling. Happiness? Relief? It's too vague to place.
"He was my best friend's older brother. I wanted him so much," I say the words not caring what he thinks.
"But he didn't fuck you. There was only one," he whispers it with reassurance.
"I wanted him. I thought about it when I touched…" I blush at the mere mention of the fact that the thought of kissing, making love with and coming with Nathan was the only fodder for my desires back then.
"When you touched yourself?" His lips claim mine as the words leave his mouth. I drop my purse to the floor as I grab hold of his shoulders. I can't get close enough to him. I'm addicted to him and he knows it.
I pull back from the kiss when I feel his hands tugging at the bottom of my dress. "No, not here," I say in barely more than a whisper. "I've never. People will see us." I fumble for the right words to tell him that I won't have sex in the middle of the day in an office building.
"No one will see us." His hands don’t hesitate as he reaches the edge of my silk panties. I feel him dip a finger inside and pull it across my wetness. "You're ready. I want to be inside you, right here, right now."
"Jax, no, please. No." I whimper without any conviction as I hear the sound of him undoing his belt. The soft pull of his zipper follows and he flips me around until I'm pressed against the wall.
"Tell me to stop now, beautiful." His words are drowned out by the sensation of his cock pressed against me. He pulls my panties aside and expertly slides himself into me in one fluid motion.
I muffle my gasp with my own hand and brace myself against the wall with the other. He pulls my hair into his fist and gently jerks my body closer to his. A guttural moan rises from deep within me and I press my wetness into him.
"You're never going to want another man again," he purrs into my ear as he finds his rhythm. His free hand grabs hold of my hip and he violently pushes himself into me. I brace myself harder against the wall not wanting to hit it with each of his powerful thrusts.
"Fuck, yes." I whimper. I can't hold in the pleasure. I want to scream but I know I can't. "Harder."
"You're mine. Say it beautiful."
I can't speak. I can only feel. This isn't me. I don't have sex with men like him in public places. I don't. I can't stop myself. I can't stop wanting him.
"I'm so close," I manage to softly say.
"Come with me," he growls into my ear. I feel my knees buckle as I find my release. He pulls me closer with both hands now, holding me steady as he moans deeply in my ear. "My Ivy."
Chapter 7
I place all the extra pieces I've created over the years on the floor in my foyer. There's dozens and I smile at the array of designs and the unique nuances in each one. None of these made the cut in Madeline's eyes but they're breathtaking to me and I know others will envision wearing them as soon as they see them. I reach towards the table and grab my camera. I want to catalogue each piece with a photograph so by the time the deal with Jax is completed and I have his shares in Veray in my pocket I can set up my own website to sell these one of a kind creations online.
There's a knock at the door as soon as I take the first image. I know it can't be Mrs. Adams since I helped her get into a taxi hours earlier as I arrived home after my encounter with Jax. "Why does this building even have a doorman?" I say under my breath.
I throw the door open and I'm greeted by the sight of Nathan in the hallway. I blush when I realize all I'm wearing is a short sundress. My air conditioner is acting up again and my apartment feels like a moderate oven awaiting a batch of chocolate chip cookies.
"Nathan." I smile at him. "Come in please?"
He takes a large step over the threshold than freezes in place when he notices all of the earrings, necklaces, rings, bracelets and brooches scattered all over the floor. "Is this a bad time?"