Chapter Six
Jaxon
Time does funny things as I wait for the party, so I can see Jessie in her new dress. And by funny, I mean not even slightly humorous. I mean I’m on the fucking edge every second of every day I wait for a good excuse to be with her again.
As I go through meetings and handle the boring day-to-day stuff that comprises a CEO’s life, my thoughts constantly return to her, to the way she wrung her hands in the chair. I can’t stop thinking about that gorgeous blush spreading over her body, disappearing into her cleavage in a sensual invitation.
I almost told her she was beautiful in our meeting.
When I told her she was going to have a stylist, I almost said, “They’ll choose something that will highlight just how beautiful you are, Jessie. They’ll bring out your natural elegance, your natural curviness, your natural you-ness.”
But in this day and age, that would be PR suicide for a CEO to come onto one of his employees like that, especially if she didn’t feel the same.
And even if she did feel the same in certain ways – even if she did want me on some level – there’s no way she would understand the entirety of my claim on her.
She wouldn’t understand the messages my body is sending me, ordering me to bend her over and drive into her. She wouldn’t understand how heavy my balls have become, my seed demanding things that shouldn’t make any sense.
Fuck her. Claim her.
Impregnate her.
I always wanted to feel this way, this instant lust, and need, but now that it’s hit me I realize how insane it is. If I tried to put this into words, Jessie’s eyes would slowly grow wider and wider. Maybe she’d laugh thinking I’m not being serious.
And then, when she realized I mean it, she’d turn and run as fast as she possibly could.
I can’t risk that. I can’t risk her. Whatever this is, I know one thing without a single atom of doubt.
She is mine. She belongs to me. And I cannot lose her.
As I drive home a few evenings after my meeting with her, I play a game with myself. I let my gaze slide over the traffic lights and the sidewalk and the pedestrians, up to the sky, and I challenge myself not to think of her, not to connect every single thing I see with Jessie.
I fail.
The red of light becomes the color of her blush.
The light glimmering off the sidewalks becomes her shy adorable cheeks.
Every single pedestrian shimmers and turns into her, Jessie, and each star in the sky transforms into a pale freckle on her body, leading down to her ass, begging me to caress and claim and—
A loud car horn jolts me from my thoughts.
The light has changed color.
I guide the car down the road, trying to draw my thoughts away from Jessie and the way she looked when she sat opposite me in my office.
My hands are tight on the steering wheel, my knuckles bone white, as I try to diffuse the hunger inside me. It really is like trying to diffuse a bomb. Like any second it could explode and send me surging through the city on a crazy hunt for my woman.
As she sat there, with her juicy round breasts begging me to tear her shirt down and free them, all I could think about was what an incredible mother she’s going to make.
The mere thought of it should make me laugh, and yet it doesn’t, not even close.
I don’t know her. I’ve only met her once. She’d run if I unleashed all of this on her.
Maybe that’s all true, but it does nothing to quiet this craving inside of me, pleading with me to make her mine as soon as I possibly can.
Fuck.
It’s so hard to focus with thoughts of Jessie swirling endlessly around in my mind. My cock is solid steel, urging me to pull over and slip my hand down my trousers, palm my engorged base, and stroke, spreading precome down my length and rubbing until I explode.
But I don’t want to waste a single drop anywhere but in her tight hole. Something primal roars inside of me, telling me to hold off until I’ve got her naked and alone.
I can’t decide which would be better, taking her from behind or laying her out on her back. If I bend her over, I get to see that succulent perfect ass bouncing against my abs as I ram into her. Her ass jiggling and swaying for me, her flesh dancing, as though tempting me to give her everything I possibly can.
But if I put her on her back, I know those tits will bounce up and down too. Then I could tell her to massage them, to push them together, and play with her nipples as I grind up harder and harder into her with each thrust.