One More Night Page 6

  “Nope.” She marches toward my bedroom, and then seems to think better of it. “I haven’t seen a thing yet that screams heirloom.”

  “Old money doesn’t mean old possessions.” I chuckle. “Maybe all that junk is at my parents’ place?”

  “Don’t believe you.”

  I catch her by the arm as she attempts to pass on her way back to the living room. “What happened, Corinne? Why are you here?”

  Her disdain is clear in the curl of her lip. “There were cameras. Did you know that? Because I sure didn’t.”

  “Do we get a copy of the file?” I smirk.

  She smacks me hard in the arm with her free hand, and then jerks free. “God, you’re intolerable.”

  “Not what you were saying while we made your adult film debut.”

  “This isn’t funny, Jordan.” She storms ahead, blonde locks flowing behind her as she throws over her shoulder, “I lost my goddamn job.”

  What? Come on, Ted. “Lost your job?”

  “That’s what I said.” Her heels click into the kitchen where I find her perusing the fridge. “Tell me you have wine.”

  “I have plenty in the wine fridge.”

  Her face is hard as she slams the door and turns her attention on me. “Not everyone has a wine fridge, you jerk. God.” She groans. “You’re so full of yourself.”

  She’s perfect. All fire and ice: beautiful despite her risk.

  “Did you come here for anything other than to accuse me of being an egotistical liar while drinking me dry?” I rest a hip against the counter. “Because I know a few things that could cheer you up.”

  She swallows, the acceptance in her eyes. She wants it. She wants me.

  As she should.

  “I don’t know why I’m here.” Her butt hits the counter opposite mine. “I guess … I suppose I felt you owed me an explanation after what happened today.”

  “What needs explaining?” I take a step toward her, intrigued by the lack of response. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t try to get away. “I thought things between us were clear now.”

  Corinne laughs bitterly as she turns her face away. “How?”

  “What’s unclear then?”

  Stormy eyes find mine. She lays a hand against my chest, pressing her fingertips one by one into my pec hard as she lists the issues. “You’re a vague acquaintance of my brother, your work is IT related, and you’re loaded beyond belief. That’s all I know about you. Jordan. It’s not much, is it?”

  “I guess not.” She flinches when I trap her hand beneath mine. “Is that a problem?”

  “Are you serious?” An eyebrow lifts. “Hardly enough to take you home to meet the parents on.”

  “As if we’re at that stage anyway,” I dismiss. I step away, frustrated by how she manages to turn my games around on me. “What do you want?”

  “Honesty.” She sighs. “You ruined my life. You at least owe me the honest reason why.”

  “Maybe it wasn’t intentional?”

  “Maybe,” she murmurs, clearly unconvinced. “Still.”

  “Why did you lose your job?” I cross to where the wine fridge is concealed beneath the counter. “Red, or white?”

  “White.” She folds her arms, watching as I pour her a glass. “Apparently it wouldn’t have been gross misconduct if you were a colleague.”

  “Understandable, yet somewhat a double standard.”

  “I know, right?” She accepts the drink, immediately taking a sip. “God, that’s better.”

  “What did you say when Ted told you?”

  She scoffs. “Not much. I didn’t really know what to say. I mean, I couldn’t deny it, and really, there’s no justification for what we did.”

  “Yes there is.” I stand beside her, arms folded as I lean my hip into the counter. “We’re human, Corinne. You want me. I want you. It’s the basic law of attraction.”

  She flattens her lips on a sigh. “Maybe. But normal people don’t act on carnal desire at work, let alone on the damn break room table.”

  “What’s normal anyway?” I shrug. “Normal is boring, safe, pre-defined. Normal is being dead while you’re still alive.” I move in front of her and set my hands on her hips, hoisting her to the counter.

  She balances her wine to one side, allowing me to step between her spread legs.

  “Do you want to be normal?”

  “I hadn’t really thought all that hard on it, to be honest.” She turns her head to the side to sip her drink.

  “You like the safe, predictable route?” I lean in and kiss the exposed part of her throat.

  “Most days.”

  “Why?”

  A shiver jerks her body as I nip at the peek of her collarbone, visible from beneath her blouse. “It’s easy to manage.”

  “Do you feel fulfilled though?” I continue to kiss a path to her ear where I bite the lobe. She smells sweet, yet with a hint of something more erotic.

  “Fulfilled, how? As in, my bills are paid and I have a loving family?”

  “As in—” I pull back to look her in the eye “—you don’t feel the need to dream of another life, to wonder what if, to seek something more.”

  Her gaze drops to my throat. “No. I’m not fulfilled.”

  “So why be normal, then?” Her blouse bunches beneath my palm, hand skimming over the soft flesh of her waist. “Why not step outside the box and live a little?”

  “Is that what you do?” She raises an eyebrow in challenge.

  “Yes.”

  “How?”

  “You’ll know when you need to.”

  “I need to know now.” She takes another cocky swig of wine.

  “No. You don’t.”

  “I disagree.” Her eyes narrow; the slightest tilt of her chin shows challenge. “You want me, you need to be honest with me.”

  “I am.” I tighten my grip on her waist, reminding her who’s in charge.

  She doesn’t flinch.

  “I haven’t lied to you once.”

  “Really?”

  I shake my head, caressing the skin below her bra with my thumb. “Nope. Merely omitted to tell you what I don’t need you to know.”

  “So it’s not that you don’t want me to know?” She narrows her gaze, seemingly unaffected by my gentle exploration of her abdomen.

  “It’s that you’re not ready to know.”

  “Hmm.” The last of her wine slides down her throat with ease before she sets the glass aside. “When will I be?”

  “When I tell you that you are.”

  “Cryptic.”

  “As much as you’ll get, too. Stop asking questions, Corinne, and undo your blouse.”

  “Do it yourself.”

  I take a side in each hand, and jerk my arms wide. The buttons skitter across the floor, the satisfying tear of satin music to my ears.

  “Unnecessary,” she taunts.

  “To the point,” I challenge in return.

  Why fuck around with semantics when I can buy her another one? I want what lies beneath; the material got in my way.

  Palms to the counter, she leans back in invitation, presenting her gorgeous fucking tits to me. I do the only logical thing and pull the cup of her bra beneath the supple mounds, and then take her nipples in turn, swirling and flicking my tongue on each until they’re firm peaks.

  Her answering moans leave my slacks straining and the need to fuck her heavy in my balls. She challenges me, unafraid. She pushes me for more, testing boundaries.

  She goes against everything I’ve ever said I needed in a woman.

  Which is why she must stay.

  “When did they ask you to finish?” I ask as I step back and reach beneath her skirt to remove her panties.

  She shuffles her butt to assist as she answers. “Immediately.”

  “Good.” I discard the useless fabric, and then run my fingers either side of her slick heat.

  She moans in the back of her throat, eyes closed with her head thrown back in abandon. Lust
is a good look on her. Uninhibited and real.

  “I still hate you for ruining my life,” she feebly complains as I run a single fingertip between her pussy lips.

  “I didn’t ruin it.” I punctuate my point with a digit in her cunt. “I liberated it.”

  “I wasn’t trapped.”

  “You were bored. Admit it.”

  “Maybe.” She rocks her hips onto my pistoning finger. “But I didn’t feel as though I needed out, Jordan.”

  “You needed what your normal, safe little life couldn’t give you.” I add another digit.

  A heavy exhale passes her parted lips. “And what would that be?”

  “Me.”

  ELEVEN

  Corinne

  Normally, such arrogance turns me off. Sends me hustling in the opposite direction seeking out the nearest exit. But on Jordan? It’s natural. I can’t imagine him giving me some sappy, life affirming reason why I lost my job of three and a half years.

  His honesty is refreshing.

  “What do you propose then?” I struggle to ask as he massages my sweet spot with his fingers.

  “Give me three months.” His lips meet my throat, hot and insistent. “I’ll show you what life without any fucks to give can be like.”

  “But I like when you give a fuck,” I tease. “Particularly when you give me a fuck.”

  He grins before capturing my lips briefly with his. “Oh, I’ll still have plenty of those kind, baby.”

  “Good. Otherwise I’d reconsider this deal.”

  “You were never in doubt of it.” He withdraws his fingers from my pussy as I near climax, and holds my gaze while he sucks them clean.

  I climax anyway, shuddering as I watch him devour my juices like his favorite dessert.

  “Naughty girl.” His eyes harden as he shifts his hands to his belt. “That was mine to have.”

  “Better give me another, then.” Using the handles of his cabinetry, I hitch my feet wide, putting my glistening pussy on full display.

  He chuckles low in the back of his throat, head shaking. “Like I could resist.”

  Jordan’s knees hit the floor, only his mess of dark hair visible as I lean back on my elbows, head against the wall to enjoy the attention he gives. His tongue sweeps the length of my slit, once, twice, three times to drink up what remains of my climax.

  A giggle erupts as I let my eyes slip closed; the insanity of this situation takes root.

  I lost my job for fucking a consultant in the staff room, and the first thing I did was march my ass over to his house for more.

  I’m officially cock-drunk.

  “Stay right there.” Jordan’s mouth leaves my heat as he rises and then steps across to the wine fridge.

  A wicked smile graces his full lips when he returns with the bottle he poured my drink from. I reach across to get my glass, yet he shakes his head.

  Interesting.

  He resumes his position, knelt between my legs, the bottle held high over my pelvis. “Perfect combination. A dessert wine, and my favorite sweet treat.”

  The ice-cold liquid hits my hood, trickling over my slick folds and down to my ass crack. I let rip an involuntary shiver at how damn cold the wine is, yet the chill is soon replaced by the heat of his mouth.

  Different.

  Jordan grumbles in appreciation as he laps the beverage from my pussy, pushing his tongue deep on each pass. Goddamn. I’m near climax again, already. This man …

  “What do you say, Corinne?” He tips a little more drink over me before setting the bottle aside. “Are you in?”

  “Not as though I have any other choice.” Go back to my apartment alone and count the days until my eviction notice? Maybe I could adopt a cat or two. Take up a hobby. Knitting. Yes. I could learn to knit. Going to need a few warm jumpers once I’m homeless …

  “We’re going to have so much fun.” He smiles darkly, his hands busy with his pants before they slide to the floor with a satisfying swish. “Now keep those legs wide a little longer.”

  I gasp when he hooks both hands beneath my bent knees and drags my ass to the very edge of the counter. My feet find stability on his forearms, my knees around my ears to save from teetering off. He hums contentedly, palm skimming my heat.

  “What?” I ask, wondering why the fuck he hasn’t stuck his goddamn dick in me yet.

  A woman has needs.

  “Wondering what this would have been like all those years ago.”

  A little tighter, I imagine. “Decidedly off-limits,” I remind him. “And undoubtedly illegal.”

  “Of course.” He teases my pussy with his fingertips. “But still fun to think about.”

  I make a mental note to purchase a schoolgirl outfit online as he pushes up on his toes and lines himself with my entrance. He takes what’s his with a single forceful thrust, his eyes never leaving mine. I feel wholly and completely claimed and I can’t say that it’s a feeling I don’t like.

  He could collar me, and I’m certain I’d purr in response.

  The position I’m in forces compliance as he pulls my backside clean off the counter and thrusts deep and hard. Any movement will either send me ungracefully to the floor, or further into his assault. The slick sounds of his cock entering my pussy are punctuated by his heavy breaths, his eyes hard as he concentrates on where we meet.

  “Goddamn I love watching myself fuck you.”

  His arms flex and bulge as he takes my weight, the veins in his forearms clear with the effort he exudes. I grapple across the counter for something to steady myself with, and knock the wine bottle to the floor.

  It smashes with a resounding crash.

  He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t stop. Doesn’t deter in the slightest from what seemingly matters most to him: me.

  There’s nothing left to do but give in and trust he has me. I pay attention to the only thing I should in this moment: the pleasure that courses through my body as he lifts my hips the slightest inch to drive in on the perfect angle.

  I came here for a reason—a senseless fuck to let go of all responsibility. Because, if I’m to fall from grace then why not do it spectacularly, right?

  Yet, as I look at the man who pulls free to help me from the counter, I realize something pretty damn important that I’ve overlooked until this point.

  He didn’t judge me. Didn’t kick me out the door with disgust, reminding me that I was nothing more than some emotionless fun. He listened. He listened and after everything I accused him of, reminded me there’s more to life than a job title and made me feel optimistic.

  I wasn’t looking for this new chapter. I coveted the page I was stuck on, petting the same old familiar lines that I’d re-read day in and day out for years.

  But on the other side of that familiarity lay an adventure. I don’t know what happens next, I don’t know how this ends. But isn’t that the thrill of the journey?

  I smile like a giddy little girl as I follow Jordan down the hall to his bedroom, viewing the man who takes the lead with my hand in his in a new light.

  He was a mystery for years, the unknown. So what if he stays that way a little longer? He’ll tell me what he does, what his life entails when I need to know. Until then I can enjoy this fantasy a little while longer. I can imagine whatever the hell I please about the man and make the most of the mystique.

  My handsome dark stranger.

  My smile fades into a frown as we pass his bedroom, turning in to a second, more formal living room. He smiles over his shoulder, tugging me past plush armchairs that look more than suitable for our escapades, until we stop at a set of French doors.

  “Where are we going?” The fact I’m dressed in only my bunched skirt and manhandled bra isn’t lost on me.

  “Humor me.” He unlatches the door and pushes it open.

  I’m immediately assailed with the sweet scent of roses. Perfectly trimmed bushes line a stone patio, the steps leading down to an expansive lawn with a lake in the background.

  Holy hell. I
knew by what area he lived in he was near the water. But I had no idea his property literally backed on to it. He’s closer to my parents’ house than I realized. Possibly right across the damn lake from it. Intentional?

  “You want us to go out there? Half dressed?”

  He gestures to the left as we move again. “The neighbors on this side are both lawyers, both at their office in the city.” He nods to the right. “Mrs. Adderson is as blind as they come, so the old girl wouldn’t know what was going on if she were to look right at us.”

  “I feel so much better,” I sass.

  The grass tickles my feet as we head across the lawn. I fix my bra and then keep my free arm to my chest to give myself some sort of modesty despite what he said. Jordan’s hold on me flexes, the excitement pulsing through his hand into mine.

  He’s taking me to a boathouse.

  “I’m not sure what you have planned,” I say as he navigates the debris from the trees above, “but I’d kind of hoped to finish what we started in the kitchen. I’m not much of a fisherman.”

  He chuckles, shaking his head as he lets go of my hand to pull the painted door open. “Get inside.”

  This must be where he kills me. No wonder Chase told me to stay away. Stupid girl, Corinne.

  “Okay?” I step on to the timber flooring, the surface decidedly cooler in here than outdoors. “Now what?”

  I turn to ask if I should perhaps be dressed for this, when he cuts me short with an arm around my waist. I’m hauled against his hard front, his other hand splayed possessively across my mound as he forces my ass into his erection.

  How the hell is he still so ready?

  “I want to live out a little fantasy with you,” he whispers in my ear, lips skimming the shell. “You game?”

  “You’re asking a lot of me today.”

  “I’m about to ask more.” His fingers gather the fabric of my skirt until his heated touch meets my slick pussy.

  Apparently I’m equally as ready to go, still.

  “Your dress was powder blue,” he utters, lips brushing my neck as he pushes two fingers inside. “Short little skirt on it, and tiny little straps that showed all this gorgeous skin.” His teeth skate across my shoulder, leaving me with a little nip before he spins me around in his arms. “Your hair was straighter then.”