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He releases a tortured groan. “Taste yourself on me.”
And I do, loving how he feels on my tongue and enjoying the deep, masculine sounds of Jordan coming undone. He gathers my hair away from my face and fists it in one hand.
“Look at me.” I meet his scorching gaze and the lust I see in them has me squirming.
Keeping my eyes on him, I take him deeper until he hits the back of my throat. I gag and he curses harshly. I try again, enjoying the feel of his hard length against my tongue.
His low moans spike my arousal, making my nipples go painfully hard. I want him again. When he hits the back of my throat this time, I keep him there, moaning, enjoying the feeling of his cock going that deep.
“Fuck I’m coming. Swallow every single drop,” he says and I feel when his cock jerks in my throat followed by a long moan, then full body spasms as he withdraws a bit to flood my mouth with his rich, salty taste.
I’m too shocked to react. I’ve never gone down on Jordan before nor ever had a man finish in my mouth. I certainly have never been commanded to swallow but I continue to do so dutifully with every spurt he gives me until he’s done. That I’m so aroused rather than annoyed by this confuses the hell out of me.
Afterward, he pulls me up, wraps both hands around my jaw, and kisses me deeply, sucking on my tongue. I know he can taste himself on me. I’ve just had the rawest sexual encounter of my life, with Jordan Farrington, my family's archenemy no less, and I’m feeling vulnerable and turned on and confused.
I decide to go with what my body feels. My arms curl around his shoulders and I kiss him back, straining against him, but he draws back, breaking the kiss. “Get dressed,” he says against my mouth. “You still have a room full of clients to attend to.”
My eyes fly open. Jesus. What just happened?
Jordan steps back and zips his fly. I wobble on my feet, as I take in the absolute carnage on my desk and office floor. Jordan is fully dressed in his dark slacks and sweatshirt. My own pants and underwear are down around one ankle and the other shoe is way across the room.
Oh my God. What in the world did I just do? I let this evil bastard fuck me on my desk and come in my mouth while the whole gallery awaits next door.
I hastily yank up my pants. I grab the discarded handkerchief and wipe at my sopping crotch, desperately wishing for a bathroom, then tuck in my shirt.
He hands me my shoe and scrunchie. Oh crap, my hair’s all over the place, impossibly tangled. I’m going to go out there looking like I’ve been bent over and screwed to within an inch of my life.
I finger-comb my hair with a shaky hand. I still have twitches and tremors going through my body. And he looks… impeccable. Where is the fucking justice in that? How can I go out there and do my job looking like a trollop and shaking like a leaf? Angry tears spring to my eyes and I turn away to hide their fall. I pull my hair up knowing there’s no way in hell my bun is going to look the same.
“Bree—”
"Get out."
"Baby, please—"
Oh, it’s ‘baby’ now.
“Get the fuck out asshole. How many times do I have to tell you I’ve got nothing to say to you.” I keep my back to him.
The silence is deafening. Finally, he takes a deep breath and says, “When you’re ready to talk, you will know where to find me.”
He leaves, shutting the door softly behind him.
Chapter 5
Sabrina
“I’d say you handled him like a boss bitch,” Dalia announces.
I’m sitting at the kitchen table in her apartment the next morning while Dalia whips up some bacon and eggs for us.
“You think? I don’t feel like a boss anything.” I remember how he dominated me and fucked me brainless. And I can still taste him. I angrily take a large sip of the scalding, black coffee. The resulting burn on my tongue is satisfying.
At least he had the presence of mind not to come inside you. Which is more than you can say for yourself. I drown that snarky voice in another large gulp of my coffee.
“Absolutely. He was super rattled. Terrified even. He went into that room strutting like an Adonis and came back out looking like a lost, knock-kneed puppy.”
Ha! That is so not what happened. I don’t say anything.
