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Moving to kneel between her legs, I spread them as wide as they would go. Then I slid my hands under her ass and lifted her pussy, allowing me to drink in the sight. It was pink and swollen, glistening with her arousal, dripping down her cheeks onto my hands.
“Jax, I don’t think—”
My palm went up and came down hard on her ass causing her to yelp. “I’m pretty sure you weren’t about to say what I want to hear, sweetheart,” I stated calmly. Fuck. Her lily white globes. Lowering her back down, I positioned myself on my stomach, opening her pussy lips with my thumbs, my bent arms holding her pelvis in place.
One long lick up her center had my own hips thrusting into the bed, seeking relief. Natalie cried out, trying to buck me off, but I stayed immobile, repeating the action.
Stiffening my tongue, I plunged it inside her, then licked up and swirled it around her clit, before sucking the little bud into my mouth.
“Oh!” she practically screeched. “Jax!”
I lifted my head to stare directly into her glazed eyes. “What, baby? Are you ready to admit the truth?”
She didn’t respond fast enough, so I dove back down and attacked her pussy with a vengeance. Over and over I drove her to the brink of orgasm, then pulled back to slowly edge her back down, until she was writhing and crying out for release. “I’ll give you what you need, sweetheart. Just say the words.” I was praying she gave in quickly because I was already on the verge of coming, my cock continually seeking relief with steady thrusts into the mattress.
“I’m yours,” she panted. “Please, I’m yours.”
“Damn fucking straight you are,” I snarled before pulling on her over-sensitive clit and driving two fingers into her tight pussy. “Let go, sweetheart. I need to be inside you.”
She splintered apart, her screams of pleasure washing over me. Before she was finished coming, I’d already gotten to my knees, lifted her ass, and buried myself deep. The sensation of her walls pulsing, squeezing me so tight as she orgasmed was too much and I lost all fucking control.
I’d intended to make love to her on our second round that night, but I wasn’t capable of anything at that moment but another rough, hard fucking. The bed squeaked with the force of my thrusts, our skin slapping loudly as it came together, our sounds of ecstacy ringing off the walls. The headboard added a steady thumping to the mix as it banged wildly. It was music, all of it. A symphony all our own, one composed by the knowledge that we belonged to each other, that our bodies were made to fit perfectly, to sing in harmony.
I couldn’t hold out for very long, but I managed to wait until Natalie spiraled off into a third orgasm before I exploded. I continued to pump hard as hot jets of come spurted from my cock, filling her, marking her. I’d already known it, but right then, it became glaringly clear that Natalie owned me.
We managed to finally eat, and I succeeded in making love to her. Worshipping her from head to toe before soaring into the heavens together. Around one in the morning, she made noises about needing to get home, but I pretended I hadn’t heard her, holding her to me with no intention of letting go.
When my alarm went off in the morning, I felt better than I had in . . . I couldn’t ever remember feeling that amazing.
“Mmmm,” I groaned. “You’ve offically ruined me, sweetheart. Waking up with you every morning is now essential to my survival.”
Natalie giggled and shook her head, bumping my chin from where she rested on my chest. “I’ve got to get to work,” she pouted.
Glancing at the clock, I sighed, we both needed to get going. I’d forgotten to set the alarm for earlier, in order to get in a morning fucking session. I kissed the top of her head and snuggled her a little closer.
“Bring a bag with you tonight,” I instructed softly. “That way you’ll have more time in the morning and I can drive you to work tomorrow.”
Natlie raised her head and turned to meet my eyes. “Pretty presumptuous,” she muttered.
I raised a single brow. “You’re mine. I’ll presume as much as I please. Now, get your sweet little ass out of bed before I decide we can both afford to be late while I stake my ownership of this delicious body this morning.”
A pretty blush stole across her face and for a beat, I could see her actually considering the idea. “Out, sweetheart,” I muttered. “I don’t want to be the reason you lose your job. Now go get in the shower and I’ll bring you something to wear home.” It made me feel marginally better about letting her go that morning, knowing she’d be in my clothes.
When I opened my eyes, Natalie was gazing at me with a softness I hadn’t seen before and it warmed me all over. She leaned up and pecked my lips before hopping out of bed. I growled at her, not at all happy with that pathetic excuse for a kiss. I followed her to the shower, determined to eradicate any ideas she had about ever kissing me like that again.
5
Natalie
“C’mon. C’mon. Hurry up,” I chanted under my breath as I waited for the elevator.
I jabbed the button again, cringing as I glanced at my watch. Although I’d given Jax a hard time about telling me to bring a bag to his place tonight, it was the smart thing to do. Racing from his townhome to my apartment, getting ready and then hauling ass to the office took longer than I’d expected. It wasn’t even seven thirty yet, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t technically late, since junior associates were expected to be here before any of the partners made it in.
The elevator finally pinged, and I heaved a sigh of relief when the doors closed without anyone else joining me. Grabbing my lipstick from my bag, I was able to put the finishing touch on my makeup by the time the doors opened to the reception area of the firm where I worked. I hadn’t bothered to do it while I was getting ready at home because they were still swollen from my night with Jax, but it had gone down a little since then.
“Ms. Gardner, Mr. Warren would like to see you in his office,” the receptionist trilled at me with a smug little grin on her face.
I didn’t know what I’d done to piss her off, but she’d had it in for me ever since I started here. There had been too many errors on phone messages, company-wide emails I didn’t receive, and scathing looks, for it not to be obvious that she disliked me. Immensely. Of course this was the day she got to the office early, when she usually showed up barely in time to roll the phones over from the answering service. As if it wasn’t bad enough that a named partner had beaten me into the office and wanted to see me, she had to be here to witness it.
“Dammit,” I mumbled, picking up my pace as I headed to my cubicle to drop my stuff off before I raced to my boss’s office. The emotional high I’d been on from the amazing night and early morning I’d spent with Jax flew out the window as I braced myself before knocking on Mr. Warren’s office door.
“Come in.”
I plastered a smile on my face as I pushed open the door and peeked my head inside. “You wanted to see me, Sir?”
“Yes,” he replied, waving me inside without looking up from his computer screen. “Close the door behind you.”
He didn’t say anything else as I sat in one of the chairs across from him. A minute passed, and I had to restrain myself from fidgeting. Another one, and I forced my lips to stay closed instead of blurting out an apology for not being here when he arrived. Finally, his gaze switched to me and I straightened my spine while trying my best to look calm as I stared back.
“You’re new here,” he began, and my stomach fell because I expected a lecture about how things work for junior associates. “Which means you might not already be aware that I’m in the middle of a messy divorce.”
That was so not where I thought he was going with this. “I’m sorry to hear that, Sir.”
“I talked it over with Yates last night since he’s representing me. We both agree that it will look good to have a woman on my side, in case things get any uglier.”
Which explained why he’d called me into his office. The only other female lawyer at th
e firm was another partner, and I’d heard they didn’t get along with each other. It was easy to understand why he wanted to go with a junior associate who didn’t hate him, instead of a more experienced lawyer who liked to take verbal digs at him on a regular basis.
Even though I’d just complained to Jax last night about only being assigned busy work, I wasn’t excited by the prospect of being assigned to this case—not when I felt like he was tossing a live grenade at me and it could blow up in my face any minute. Representing my boss in his divorce sounded like a bad idea before I factored in the fact that he, himself, had described it as “messy.” If the settlement didn’t go the way he wanted it to, it would be easy to blame me for screwing it up.
