Page 35 of One More Night
TWELVE
Jordan
“I need to make a few calls.”
Corinne already looks at home, wandering through the house with only a towel to her luscious body. I didn’t think too much on the after when the boathouse sprung to mind, rather on the task at hand. The sprint back to the main house with my cum trailing down Corinne’s legs … kind of made me want to fuck her again.
Never thought I’d say it, but seeing my mark on a woman like that? Better than any pearl necklace I gave a willing partner in college.
Next step: keep it in her.
The depth of my obsession with this woman terrifies the calculated and controlled side of me. But I can’t deny that I see it all when I look at her. Those hips were made to bear children, and I can’t think of anything more satisfying than offspring to complete our lives together.
Am I getting a little ahead of myself? Perhaps. But a man can’t be faulted for planning for the future.
I never said I wanted rug-rats now. Hell no. That peach that peeks out from under the towel as she retrieves her phone wants a hell of a lot more alone time with my dick before I introduce that kind of distraction into our lives.
“Who are you calling?” I lean back into the sofa, arms spread over the back, dressed in only my slacks.
Didn’t see the point in putting a shirt back on when I’m in my own home. Especially when I caught Corinne stealing looks at me when she thought I was distracted.
“My friend, Sarah. You met her at the bar last weekend. We work together.” She pauses, taking a deep breath before correcting, “Worked together.”
“Stay here while you talk to her.”
Corinne frowns, her thumb poised over the screen. “Why?”
“Because I asked you to.” Because as much as I want to immerse myself in you, I still don’t trust you.
She doesn’t respond. Simply narrows her eyes a little further before connecting the call. “Hey, babe.” Corinne’s gaze holds mine as she drops her ass to the sofa opposite mine. “I’ve got news … Good and bad … Yeah, it’s true.” I can hear her friend babbling on the other end of the line from where I sit. “I don’t know. I just …” She sighs, rubbing her free hand along her thigh. “I wanted to.” Her gaze follows her hand, yet I catch the flush of pink to her cheeks before she ducks her chin to her chest. “Who do you think it was?” She mumbles the question, seemingly embarrassed to be discussing this in front of me.
Clearly, her friend holds some control over Corinne’s thoughts and feelings. She values this Sarah’s opinion. I’m not sure if I appreciate the potential competition.
“I’m fine, really,” she urges, fingers dancing over her flesh.
I slide from the sofa to my knees and cross the floor to her.
Brilliant blue eyes lift to find mine while she hums assent to whatever her friend says.
I slide my palms up the outside of her thighs, under the towel, and find the swell of her ass. Corinne captures her bottom lip between her teeth when I grab a handful and squeeze, reminding her whose she is now.
Three months. It may have been a verbal contract, but it was one nonetheless.
“Look, I’ll call you tomorrow once I’m settled—” She stops abruptly, realizing her error. “Don’t judge me, but I’m going to have a vacation with Jordan.”
I rise up and lean over her legs to place a kiss to the swell of her breasts, pressed against the towel. Hearing her say my name, the way it fell so effortlessly from her lips as though we’ve been together for months already … I like that.
“Three months?” She’s nervous, worried about Sarah’s opinion.
Going by the tirade of words I can hear coming down the line, her pal doesn’t think our tryst is a good idea.
Fuck that.
I reach up and take the phone from Corinne, cutting her friend off mid-sentence before I toss the device aside. “You don’t need that bullshit.”
“She’s worried about me, Jordan.” Corinne forces her arms between us to cross them defiantly over her chest.
Only succeeds in pulling my focus back to her fuckable tits.