Pulling up my track pants and boxer briefs, I turn and take her in. Just the sight of her all disheveled and looking the part of a woman just fucked, I can’t refrain from smiling. Whatever it is? She’s got it, I swear. The woman draws me in like a fucking magnet. Taking a second to enjoy the show, I watch as she straightens her clothing and attempts to tame her wild hair. All that hair…all that hair looks like it’s been pulled and tousled carelessly. Not one fucking drop of guilt hits me, and I feel my chest expand. Yeah, I did that and when she finally turns in my direction and looks at me? I know I put that dazed look in those sinful green eyes of hers.
I can see it already. “You’re going to freak out on me aren’t you?” Fuck! I watch as she fights some kinda internal war against herself. I knew it—I just fucking knew it. Yet, I don’t give a shit because I’m still floating from my orgasm. “Skye, don’t do this. We wanted each—”
“I wanted nothing!”
“Bullshit! It was your mouth against mine, and it sure as shit was your pussy trying to swallow my cock.” When she gasped, I stepped toward her. “I felt every time that snatch tightened around me. You can’t fake that shit.” Guilt might have not hit me, but I witnessed the very moment it hit her. “C’mon, we’re adults here.”
When she sighs, my eyes are drawn straight to her tits. Damn, how had I not had those beauties in my hands? My mouth? Just thinking about them has me drooling.
“You’re right; we’re adults. Sex is just sex, and we’ve scratched the itch…so to say. Now, we can forget it ever happened and—”
“And nothin’.” What the fuck are you doing? She’s giving you an out! Do I want an out? I don’t think I want an out…not just yet anyhow. “We ain’t done, Skye.” I try not to laugh when I see her eyes widen in shock, and to tell the truth, I’m more than a little shocked at the words that come outta my mouth. “You can’t tell me that you don’t want more of that?” She shrugs—all she fucking does is shrug. “That was the king of the quickies; imagine what we’d do in a bed or on a kitchen counter or what’ll it be like when I fuck you in the shower.” Arousal is written all over her face, and I can’t blame her; I’m hard again myself.
She says nothing for the longest time, and I just wait for her like a goddamn puppy.
“You’re clean, right?”
Last thing I expected to come out of those lips. “Of course I am. What the hell does that mean?”
“I know I should’ve asked before, but I got caught up in the moment and I just wasn’t thinking, I guess.”
“You were thinking…you were thinking about getting some good dick.” Call me an egotistical bastard, but it was true, and throwing some bullshit question like that at me? It pissed me off that she obviously thought I was some petri dish of bacteria.
I’d worked up a good mad when her movement catches my eye, and I look up to see her just inches from the door. Like hell. “Skye!” I push the door shut just as she opens it, and press my body up against hers. Just the feel of her full round ass against my groin has me swallowing repeatedly. I know what that ass looks like when I’m pounding into her; every bounce was hotter than the one before. “I’m clean.” Turning her to face me, I ask, “Why are you running?”
“I’m not running, Jaden.”
She has this softest skin I’ve ever felt, and I can’t stop myself from nuzzling her ear. Without shame, I inhale that scent she has—that only Skye has. It’s flowery but sweet smelling and completely intoxicating. I nip on her earlobe, just above the silver hooped earring. “Why are you running? This time, tell me the truth.” Feeling her shudder makes me smile, and instantly I forget about the anger I had just minutes ago. “Tell me.”
“I don’t want to be here—”
“Yes, you do, sweetheart. I can feel it in your body.” She tasted delicious along her neck, and that stubborn chin of hers is as sexy as it is entertaining. I bite it. “It pisses you off that you want to be with me, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“I think I can get rid of that anger for ya.” Slipping my hand up her shirt, I find her nipple hard as a rock. Mad my ass. “Maybe you’re pissed I neglected these babies, or I didn’t kiss you enough, huh?”
“No, I don’t want you to kiss me—”
“Shut up, Skye.” Without another word, I kiss her as my fingers work that tit. Her body relaxes and I know I have her. Have her where I want her and where I plan to keep her for one more round. I’ve never wanted to kiss a woman—really kiss her like this before, and it’s strange but I’m not about to stop.
“Shit,” Skye says when our mouths finally separate.
“You’re tellin’ me.”
**Skye**
First, I let him fuck me over the desk just minutes after setting foot in the gym. And then, I let him finger me against his office door until I come in a convulsing mess. Luckily, Jaden had my body braced or I’d have landed on the floor in a puddle. Just as he reaches in the same top desk drawer where he’d grabbed the first condom a knock at the door stopped us both, the mood instantly killed. Thank you, Becky.
She came to tell him that his next client had arrived. Apparently, the personal trainer side of him is a popular man. Not that it was hard to understand why—the man was ripped. I’d felt his muscles flexing beneath my fingers, and I’d felt him pressed tight against my backside. No question he was in shape.
That thought has my mind wandering. I shake my head and cover my eyes with my hand. Like that somehow shades me from the embarrassment of knowing he had a front row seat to seeing my fat ass bounce like a basketball when he fucked me from behind. My body is still humming from the two orgasms so much so that I only care a little about the shame. He’s seen me; that meant he knew what he’d be getting by dropping my jeans and fucking me in broad daylight.
As I get closer to Pinkies, I still can’t wrap my brain around my actions. I’d been so pissed. I went there to tell him to lose my number and stay away from me. Instead? I almost begged the man to fuck me…actually, I’m pretty sure I did at some point. God! I don’t even like him. He was right though; there was something. I don’t know what it is, but it was explosive and my body needed explosive. Well, whatever the hell it was, it won’t happen again. I’m not going back there even if he asks me to. I will not.
Jaden is so damn sure of himself that it’s overwhelming. He slips into the alpha male role so well. Although, I’m not positive he ever slips out of it. It’s that side of him that attracts me, nothing is as attractive in a man than that, for me. However, that doesn’t mean we’re a good fit; I know we are not. He’s gotten to me—found a weak spot and infiltrated it. I am ending it before he can get through my no longer ironclad resistance any further.
Two orgasms though and not from my own hand. Two.
******
It’s been just over five days since Jaden fucked me without shame in the office at his gym. He’s texted and called too many times to count, and I stopped listening to the voicemails after he called me a bitch—okay, technically, he said I was acting like a bitch, but hey, one and the same in my book. I swapped shifts this week, which is seriously killing me, but it’s been worth it to avoid Jaden. Mandy said he’s been in twice this week. I don’t understand why he’s doing this, and I really couldn’t care less. I imagine he’ll tire of the chase soon enough. There’s no way the man lacks attention from women. Jesus, look at him. But then again, when he opens his mouth…
Arrogance—pure arrogance seeps from the man’s veins like a poison that seizes control of my body, I swear. Dammit, why am I defenseless when it comes to his egotistical ass? Truly, I don’t understand it. It’s infuriating. Just thinking about him pisses me off. So does the thought of his broad shoulders, piercing blue eyes, framed with those thick lashes. Not to mention the way his mouth is crooked when he smiles. Infuriating, did I say that already? Well, it’s true.