Page 31 of One More Night
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.