Sweet Jayne (26 page)

I roll my eyes at him, not taking his bait, and point at the door behind me. “Donovan and I need to talk. You think you could leave?”

“I bet you’re going to ‘talk.’ Darcy and I ‘talked’ all the time. Apparently, though, that was against some code of ethics, yet Donovan can fuck his daughter and nobody seems to bat an eye. Double standards, I tell you. Completely unfair. And filthy, if you ask me.” He curls his lip up in disgust and looks me over as if I’m trash.

Not to be deterred, I sneer at him. “Good thing nobody’s asking you. Now go away already.”

He makes a great show of snatching up his things and muttering something about us needing to go on the Maury show or some crap. Once he’s gone and the door’s locked behind him, I hurry into the bathroom. I’m just stepping into the steamy room when the shower shuts off.

As soon as I see his silhouette behind the foggy glass, I nearly burst into tears. I’ve missed him so much. So fucking much. He pushes open the shower door and blindly grabs for his towel. While he dries his face and hair, I stare unabashedly at his thick, flaccid cock. Heat floods through me as I remember that night he made love to me. It was perfect and fulfilling. He’d told me everything about him that night.

I love him.

“Fucking hell. My beautiful girl.”

His growled words jerk me from my thoughts and I meet his heated stare. “You think I’m beautiful?” My bottom lip quivers.

He pinches the bridge of his nose and scrunches his brows together. “Of course I do, baby. You kill me.”

A smile tugs at my lips, especially the moment I see his cock is no longer soft but instead erect and pointing right at me. “Why have you been avoiding me?”

His silvery blue eyes snap to meet mine. They’re intense enough to cut through diamonds. “Because I have to.” I take a step forward and he shakes his head. “Don’t.”

“Why do you think you have to avoid me?” I demand. I’m on the verge of breaking down and my desperation is evident. “I thought you loved me.” My voice is shrill and I’m embarrassed I sound so needy. But I am needy. I need Donovan in my life. Every single aspect of it.

“Jesus Christ, baby!” he curses and throws his towel to the floor. “I love you more than you could ever fucking comprehend.” A groan of frustration is the last thing that comes from his mouth before he storms over to me. The moment his warm hands wrap around my waist, I throw my arms around his neck. His mouth crashes to mine and he devours me like he’s starved for me. Well, I’m starved for him too.

“You can’t do that to me,” I murmur as he squeezes my ass. “You’ll kill me if you push me away again. I need you, Donovan.”

He steals another kiss before leaning his forehead against mine. “If this gets out…”

I think of the shame of Darcy and Dan’s inner office affair. It’d be a thousand times worse with Donovan and me.

“You’re not married to my mother anymore and I’m a fucking adult. Who cares?” But I know he does care.

His eyes clench closed and he groans. “I have too many enemies. They’d find a way to use this against me. If we do this,” he says in a soft tone, “it has to be between us for now. I won’t have anyone trying to make a public mockery of you. You don’t deserve it.”

“You’re not hearing me,” I say in frustration. “I don’t care about those people. Please hear what I’m trying to say to you.”

He swallows. “Baby, I always hear you. Fucking always. But do you understand why we need to keep this to ourselves?”

Right now, I’d agree to anything he says just to have him inside of me again.

“Yes, okay?” I agree. “For now. We’ll keep it a secret for now.”

His deft fingers work the zipper on the back of the dress and a moment later it falls to the floor pooling at my ankles. I’m completely bare underneath. He releases me to take a step back and appreciate my body.

“My God,” he says with a growl, “you’re fucking amazing.”

I squeal when he throws me over his shoulder and strides into his bedroom. My shoes get kicked off along the way. I’ve barely been tossed onto the bed before he pounces on me.

“So perfect,” he croons as he trails kisses down my throat to my collarbone. His hot breath tickles my flesh and I wriggle beneath him.

“You’re teasing me.”

He looks up at me with raised eyebrows and grins. If I had a camera, I’d forever freeze the handsome look on his face—a look I’m responsible for. I beam back at him until he starts pressing kisses all over my breasts. When he sucks one of my nipples between his teeth, I cry out.

His mouth pops off, making a loud sound, and then he drags his tongue down my flesh toward my belly button. The slow torture is driving me insane.

“Just make love to me,” I beg, “please.”

He chuckles and continues to go lower. His mouth covers my pussy and I whimper when he bites gently. Then, his tongue shoves its way between the lips of my sex and he searches for my clit. I moan when he connects with it.

“Dono—fuuuuck!”

With Donovan, it’s like he was given a map to my body and heart. He’s a master and I’m his student.

Explosive pleasure courses through me as he gives me my best orgasm to date. My body writhes beneath him as I attempt to chase the feeling until its extinction. Months ago when we made love, it was quick and ravenous. But now, he’s taking his time with me. I don’t ever want to leave his bed.

Once I’m weak from my orgasm, he crawls his way back over me. His eyes have an intense glint in them that makes me crazy horny for him. When his wet-from-my-juices lips curve up into an equally evil grin, I shudder. “Make love to me already.”

I wrap my legs around his waist and urge him to me. His thick, throbbing cock is hot against my wet pussy.

“God, baby,” he murmurs against my lips. “I’m addicted to you. You’re going to break my heart one day and kill me in the process.”

Frowning, I shake my head in vehemence. “I’ll never hurt you.”

His mouth crashes against mine, his teeth nicking me, and he pushes his cock into me. I’m so wet and eager, he slides right in, stretching me to my limit with his girth.

“Oh God,” I rasp out as he thrusts hard into me.

He sucks on my bottom lip, pounding harder and harder into me. His body completes me in a way nobody ever has. I’ve fallen hopelessly for this man.

“I love you so much,” he grunts, his breaths becoming labored.

I clench around him when another orgasm ripples through me. Like a domino effect, his climax then explodes inside of me. The warmth of him marking me as his seems to set my soul on fire.

“If we keep making love without a condom, you’re going to get pregnant.” His voice is a possessive grumble, almost as if he’s keen on the idea.

I smile at him as his hot cum runs out of my body. “Maybe I want to have your babies.”

His eyes close and he presses a kiss on my forehead. “I love you and you’re mine now, Nadia Jayne. No more games or confusion. All fucking mine.”

Threading my fingers into his dark hair, I regard him with an intense stare. “It’s about damn time.”

S
he’s zoned out. I’ve long since stopped trying to fuck her because the moment I told her to beg, she damn near went catatonic. With her dress still pushed up her hips and her ass bared to me, I notice yellowing bruises dotting her flesh. At least they aren’t purple and black like before. Not that I should care.

But for some goddamned reason, I do.

My dick is straining against my jeans, eager to get some action but I don’t let him come out to play. Instead, I drag her dress back down over her ass.

“Where’d you go just then?”

She jolts at my words and jerks her head to look at me. Her cheeks flush pink as she gives me a pouty frown. “Uh…”

Logan did say he’d knocked her upside the head one too many times…

“Untoasted.”

Leaving her to collect herself, I stride out of the kitchen and down the hallway. Once I make it to the basement door, I stare at the keypad. I’d seen the numbers he’d entered into his phone a million times but Logan doesn’t seem the type to have the same code for everything. Taking my chances, I punch in the six numbers.

Nothing but a red flashing light, denying me entrance.

After a few more tries, I let out a frustrated sigh and go back to painting the trim on the door frame that leads to her bedroom.

“Kasper, I’m…” she trails off behind me. “Here’s your sandwich de miga. Untoasted.”

She shoulders past me, giving me a whiff of her sweet shampoo, and sets the plate on her dresser. I walk over to it and watch her as she sits on the bed.

“I’m sorry. I was just desperate for that number,” she says in a wobbly voice.

I shrug as I take a bite, chewing as I talk. “Damn, this is some good shit. That code didn’t work anyway. It’ll work for his phone but not the door.”

My words cause her to shudder and she seems to snap out of her daze, her eyes wide and blinking rapidly. “I can’t believe I almost had sex with you.”

Ignoring her words, I eat another bite of my delicious as fuck sandwich. “I’m going to get you that code.”

Her eyes dart to mine and her plump lips part open. “You are? How?”

I crack my neck before meeting her eyes with a serious gaze. “I’ll pay attention. Logan is secretive but I’m observant. Give me some time.”

She nods, a small smile playing on her lips. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” I say with a dark laugh. “You’re going to owe me big time.” She’ll definitely owe me more sandwiches de mi-something-or-other-in-Spanish. That’s for damn sure. “I just haven’t decided exactly what I want yet.”

And the smile is gone.

My heart thunders in my chest and I get high on the power I hold over her.

Fucking high as a kite.

What can I say? Old habits are hard to break.