Page 54 of One More Night
“I won’t,” he says. “But we’ll employ people who do.”
“You’re using scapegoats to do your dirty work now, Mr. Millionaire?” I lift an eyebrow.
He shrugs. “We remain anonymous, and we never have to worry for a thing.”
A sigh escapes me as I walk toward the bi-fold doors. They slide open easily, the warm coastal breeze caressing my heated skin. “Maybe you should find a legitimate job? Something under the radar?”
He grumbles. “Like what? You want me pulling shifts at the local gas station?”
I give him a no-nonsense look over my shoulder. “No, smarty-pants.” My gaze returns to the crystal-clear, inviting pool. “You could be my yard boy.”
He grins, sliding his arms around my waist and resting his chin to my shoulder as he stands behind me. I relax into his hold, settling my hand on his forearm, so strong and sure.
“You’d rather I did more… manual labor?” he teases.
“I like the idea of you shirtless and in the sun,” I explain. “Those muscles hard at work, sweat trickling down the valley of your back…”
“Careful, baby.” His lips skate my ear. “You’ll get yourself all hot and bothered thinking about it.”
“Too late.”
He chuckles darkly, stepping away from me and through the open doors. “How would it look?” His hands find the hem of his T-shirt and he removes it in one deft movement. “Something like this?”
The sun hits his skin, highlighting the swell and dip of his athletic build. My heart kicks at the sight, my mouth suddenly eager to be put to work.
“You’d need to lose the pants too,” I tease. “I like my pool boy to work in nothing but a pair of very fitting, very revealing trunks… should he get wet, of course.”
Jordan’s hands find his shorts, his eyes holding mine as he drops the clothing to his feet. He steps free of the fabric, his powerful legs bringing him toward me. “It would only be fair if you were in a bikini too.”
“It could be arranged.” I slip the straps of my sundress down my shoulders and let the cotton pool at my feet. “This will have to do for now.”
His eyes rove my bra and panties, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he makes a low growl of approval in the back of his throat. “I can work with this.”
“And I can work with this.” I cup his growing erection through his boxers, lifting one eyebrow as I do.
“Corinne…”
I drop to my knees while Jordan widens his stance. He sets both hands on his head, the swell of his arms in such a position a visual treat. My mouth waters as I pull the band of his boxers over his hips, allowing his thick erection to spring free. My hands shake with anticipation, the feel of his velvety shaft already on my tongue.
A long, low groan escapes him as I take his cock as far as I dare. The sweet taste of his precum urges me on, the throb of his length in my mouth enough to make my panties wet.
I love knowing how deeply I satisfy him.
I love knowing that it’s only me that he wants this from.
Only me, always.
“God, Corinne.” One hand finds my head, guiding me, setting the pace. “I can’t decide what’s better? Your cunt choking my cock, or your mouth working damn magic like you are now.”
If I could have both, I would. Goddamn, I would.
I increase pace, bobbing my head while I cup his balls with one hand. He hisses between his teeth when I give them a little squeeze, adding a touch of pain to the mix. His length pulses, warning me that he’s near. Normally I would pull off, let my partner come on my tits, or switch so that they finished inside me.
But the feel of Jordan’s strong thigh beneath my hand as I steady myself, the little groans and growls he makes as I noisily bring him to climax… Warm cum hits the back of my throat, his leg tensing as he roars with his release. I gulp around the restriction of his pulsing length, drinking every last drop of him with nothing short of pride and satisfaction.
I did it, just for him. Only for him.
“Baby…” He sets his hands on my neck, coaxing me to stand.