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“Makin’ this so much easier on me, Jo.”
“You owe it to yourself, Mad. Don’t feel guilty,” she encourages. “Besides, I enjoy watchin’ your ass on the elliptical.” She winks as she peels the wrapper off the cupcake and drops it to the plate, pinching the base of it in half. I hesitantly take the piece she offers me, but my gaze never leaves hers. “Like on the elliptical, I’ll count us down. Three, two…” She brings the cupcake up to her mouth and envelops it between her lips with a satisfied groan. And my dick jumps at the sound she makes, her eyes rolling back in her head as the flavor of chocolate bursts on her tongue. “My God, Mad, this is…”
My half of the cupcake hits the counter, and my hands grasp her face, pulling her lips to mine. Jordan chokes on a breath of air as my mouth claims hers, taking her by surprise as I pin her against the wall. I don’t care that she’s my trainer. I don’t care about any fuckin’ self-imposed rules she’s trying to follow. I want her, and I’m gonna fuckin’ have her. I’ve worked my ass off for this moment. I deserve it. I deserve her.
Jordan groans against my lips, her hands slowly sliding up my chest and around my shoulders as she pulls me closer to her. The kiss is heated but sensual, soft but hard. I lick the frosting from her lips and work my mouth down her cheekbone and to her neck. Her chest rises and falls in quick succession as I nip and bite at her sweet flesh. My tongue sweeps across her collarbone, the fabric of her shirt in my way and pissing me off. I don’t even consider asking permission as my fingers find the hem of material, and I break contact with her long enough to rip the shirt over her head.
My cock, hard and suffocating behind the fabric of my gray sweats, strains for release, but this isn’t about fuckin’—fast or slow, hard or soft—this is about me claiming the woman I’m head over heels for, no matter how much I’ve tried to fight against my feelings for her.
I wrap my arm around Jordan and lift her by the ass, her legs encircling my waist and her fingers raking through my hair as her mouth clashes against mine. Her kiss is searing, hot, and I want to feel her lips all over me. But in all due time. I place her on the countertop, and her heels dig into my ass, pulling me closer to her. I pull away, and she whimpers at the loss, a small pout on her lips that I’ll more than make up for. I take the cupcake in my hand and swipe my finger through the thick buttercream frosting and pin Jordan with a deadly gaze. “You have one chance to walk away from this.” My chest burns with each word I speak, my heart racing with the possibility of what’s to come, yet nervous that she may not want this as much as I do.
Jordan narrows her eyes into thin slits as she rolls her bottom lip between her teeth. The silent invitation is all I need for my breathing to even out, lodging at the base of my ribs as sheer will and determination to please her consumes my every thought. I slowly spread the frosting from the base of her throat to her taut stomach, and her back arches under my touch, her lace-covered breasts thrusting forward. Again, more material in the way, but I want to take my time and remove each article piece by piece. I lick a trail down her fine body, the taste of chocolate and Jordan mixing on my tongue. Her head falls back against the counter, soft mewls falling from her lips as her nails pierce my scalp, controlling my movements as I lick her clean. I can’t understand any of what she’s saying, and I don’t need to. As long as the words stop or no ain’t part of her vocabulary, she can sing a fuckin’ nursery rhyme or hum a hymn for all I care.
“Well, that’s one way to cut calories.” Jordan smirks as she grasps my face within her hands and pulls my lips to hers.
Clasping my t-shirt between her fingers, she peels the fabric off and lets it fall from her fingertips onto the heap on the floor. She appraises the body she sculpted, the man she created under an approving glare. Her hands massage my pecs and ribs as she works her way down to my abs, tracing the outline of each under the pad of her fingers. Her hand moves further south, gripping my cock and squeezing as her lips trace across my shoulder and down my chest to my pecs. I shudder under her delicate touch; the electricity goes right through me.
“This isn’t going to work, Jo…” I deadpan, and her gaze meets mine in shock. “Too many damn layers in my way.” I rip the lace of her bra to expose her breasts.
“Oh!” she exclaims, suddenly shielding her chest with her arms. I grip her jaw and kiss her, biting at her plump lip. “Don’t hide yourself from me, darlin’. If this is too fast, then say so, but when I take you, you’re mine. Every. Inch. Every. Breath. It’s Madden and Jordan from that point forward.” I burrow my face in the hollow of her throat, silently praying for her approval. I can’t bear the thought of her regretting this moment. Ever.
She scrapes her nails over the top of my shoulders and up my neck as she licks at the shell of my ear. “I’m yours,” she breathes.
Everything moves at rapid pace. She lets the lace fall to the floor as I rip the leggings down her legs, knocking a barstool over in the process.
Her skin, though tone, is soft and delicate against my lips. I slide my finger beneath the thin scrap of panties covering her and slowly slide it down her legs. My lips ascend a path up her calves and thighs, eager to taste her. The first swipe of my tongue against her pussy nearly has me exploding in my pants. Her fingers rake through my curls and control each movement of my tongue against her nub, clutching tighter when I slide a finger inside her. She’s tighter than I expected, and workin’ my dick inside her might be a challenge. Her legs tremble around my head as she moans my name, writhing beneath me.
“Madden!” she begs on a rasp, and the taste of her release is sweeter than any cupcake every could be. I cup my hand over her mouth to quieten her as I suck her clit between my lips. I smile, not expecting her to have come so quickly.
She lay sated beneath me on the counter, her chest rising and falling in short, spent breaths. I rub my fingers across her mouth, and she smiles as her tongue darts out to taste herself on her lips.
I scoop Jordan up into my arms, her legs straddling my waist again as her mouth descends on mine. Tasting her essence on her lips, knowing I’m the one who gave her this release only makes me harder. She kisses me every step of the way as I quickly move through the house and into my bedroom, softly closing the door behind me. I place Jordan in the center of the king-size bed and look down at her, completely awestruck.
She raises up on her elbows and watches me pull a condom from the nightstand. She swallows back as I shove the sweatpants off my ass and down my legs. Her eyes widen in shock, and she sucks in a breath as I grip my length. I press my knees into the bed and make my way toward her, stalking my prey. She takes the condom from my hand and rips open the packaging, a bashful smile lighting up her face. Sliding it from the foil, her hands tremble as she takes my length in her hands and slides the condom over me.
I grip her neck in my hand and lay her back, taking her lips in mine as I slowly glide my length inside her. She cries out against my mouth, and I still so she can adjust to my size. Jordan inhales and breathes out slowly across my face. She nods, her eyes pinched closed, and I bite her lip. “Look at me,” I demand, and when her honey brown eyes look up into mine, I rock into her.
Feelin’ her body wrapped around mine, the enraptured gaze she’s possessed; it’s nearly my undoing. Jordan’s a temptation I’ve denied myself for far too long, and I want this moment to last. My thrusts are controlled and precise, my hands grippin’ her soft hip and the base of her neck for leverage. Jordan scrapes her nails against my forearms, a breathy sigh falling from her lips. It’s a silent consent to quicken the pace, so I snap my hips harder, faster, each thrust workin’ her into a frenzy.
She caresses each plane and cord of the muscles she sculpted on my body, her touch delicate and sensual. Jordan’s gaze never falters, her eyes locked on to mine as we make love. I suck her nipple between my lips, and she tightens around me, the seductive sounds she makes windin’ me up tighter. Her breathing is harsh and fast as she pulls my mouth to hers, and I swallow the desperate plea as she clenches around me, her release consuming her. I snap my hips against her and still, my forehead pressed against hers as passion, desire, and love cloud over in her eyes. It’s the most beautiful sight, watchin’ Jordan come undone in my arms. Her arms wrap around my neck, and she pulls me down onto her, our chests heavin’ for a breath we’re both chasin’. Her body relaxes beneath me, and I pull out and roll to her side.
Jo curls into her side, and I head to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and to get a warm cloth. Judgin’ by the time it took for Jordan to adjust to my size, she’s gonna be sore as hell come mornin’. I climb up on the bed and tend to cleaning her up. Her smile is lazy and sleepy, maybe even a bit bashful. I toss the washcloth to the laundry basket and press my chest against her back, pullin’ her toned ass against my hips. My cock throbs at the thought of takin’ her again, but I lay a kiss against her shoulder and press my face in the crook of her neck, inhalin’ the sweet scent of the woman who’s completely stole my heart and wrecked my soul.
I’m head over fuckin’ heels for Jordan Williams.
And I don’t have a damn clue what I’ll do if she doesn’t feel the same.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
JORDAN
I haven’t heard from Madden since I rushed from his house in the wee hours of Wednesday morning so Belle wouldn’t see me when she got up for preschool. That little girl has gone through so much already, and the last thing she needs is to be confused when she finds me having a sleepover with her daddy. And knowing Belle, the questions that would spew from her mouth are nothing Madden nor I could even answer
in a halfway decent manner. I left him on his front porch with a tight hug and a lingering peck on the lips. No ‘I’ll call you later’, no promises of plans; just a simple ‘See you later.’ And that hadn’t bothered me until last night when I was trying to sleep, and I realized that I hadn’t even got a text from him the whole day. Of course, when I’m supposed to be sleeping, I would go into freak out mode. Not even the smuttiest of stories could pull me from my own world. Bryn and her fucking book recommendations.
I increase my pace on the treadmill and continue to relive every moment of our cupcake exploration and the now hurricane of doubts in my head. Shit. Fuck. Damn. I had sex with Madden Davenport. I had really hot, passionate, leave you wanting more sex with my client. And it was so good. It was fan-fucking-tastic. We didn’t fuck. Bump uglies. None of that nonsense. Madden made love to me like he was a sinner and I held the key to his salvation. He took me to church and cleansed me whole, leavin’ me feelin’ so deliciously dirty and sexy and wanted thereafter. I can’t even feel bad about it. I can’t even think about it without blushing from head to toe. No cobwebs on the girly bits, that’s for damn sure. It still works fine, thank you very much.
Finishing my run, I slow my pace to walk for a couple minutes before wiping the treadmill down and walking toward my office. Gia is off today, so I don’t have to worry about her nasty attitude bringing me down. I only have one more session, which is with Madden, and then I’m free for the remainder of the day.
