Jonah looked up from what he was doing and leaned back in his chair with a sexy smirk.

  “Hi, baby.”

  “Hi.”

  I would never get used to how soft his voice got when he called me ‘baby’ or ‘love.’ It was like he became a different version of himself. His blue-gray orbs swept over my sundress before he looked at my face.

  “How was your day with Devyn?”

  “Good.”

  “Did you have fun?”

  “Yes.”

  Another smirk claimed his face as he rubbed a hand over his jaw. “What are you doing here?”

  “I wanted to see you,” I answered truthfully.

  It was a miracle either of us could walk after the way we’d been humping each other for the last week. Every corner of my house, including my precious sunroom, had been christened.

  The living room sofa.

  The kitchen counter.

  The laundry room.

  I would never be able to go in any part of my home without the memory of him devouring me on at least one surface in the room.

  Out of all the men I’d been with in my life, Jonah was the only man who could make a mess of me without touching me. All it took was a single look and I was gone.

  I wasn’t lying when I said I’d never met a man who struck this insatiable chord inside of me. He was so damn good at loving me that I felt like I needed it around the clock. That was dangerous, and there was nothing I could do about it because I was already hooked.

  “Then come see me, love,” Jonah urged, gently invading my thoughts.

  I walked over to him and didn’t stop until I was on the same side of the desk as him.

  “How’s your day?”

  “Productive,” he said, pulling me onto his lap.

  I was seated sideways, my shoulder facing him.

  “But better now,” he said against my neck before inhaling deeply. “You smell good. Like tangerines.”

  He locked his hand around my throat, possessively pulling me closer to him. I’d gotten used to it in the last week. And every time he did it, a flood of arousal soaked my center.

  “You look so fucking pretty in this dress.”

  “Thank you,” I said before his fingers flexed against my throat.

  “Did you come here because you wanted me to fuck you in it?” His calloused hand ran up my thigh and straight to my panties.

  “Oh, god, y-yes,” I cried.

  Jonah released me, gently nudging me off of his lap. I stood up, aware of the stickiness on my thighs, and waited for him to finish unbuttoning his pants. He lifted up a little, pushed his Levi’s down, and reached for me in the same breath.

  “Then come sit on this dick so I can tell you how pretty you are when you ride me, baby.”

  I wasted no time letting my knees bracket his hips as I got in position.

  He reached under the skirt of my dress, shoved my panties to the side, then pulled me down on his rock-hard length.

  I loved how he was always hard for me. I loved how he could manhandle me and made me feel like a princess at the same time. I loved how he made sure I came every single time. And I loved the way he was moaning my name right now.

  “Ericka,” he whimpered.

  Holding onto his shoulders, I moved up and down on his dick, letting him control the pace as he held my hips and met me with an upward thrust every time I fell on him.

  He was fully seated inside of me before he pulled me off of him and repeated the same motion all over again. The whole time he looked up at me like I was the most beautiful person he’d ever laid eyes on. And he told me so, too.

  “How are you this pretty?”

  Grasping the back of his leather desk chair, I tried to offset the way my legs trembled as he pistoned in and out of me.

  My mouth fell open when he slapped my ass, and the sound reverberated throughout his massive office.

  “J-Jonah.”

  “That’s right, say my name while you ride this dick. It’s your dick, baby.”

  He peppered kisses over my face and down to my neck. The softer he kissed me, the harder he fucked me, and the dueling sensations sent me inching slowly over a cliff.

  God, I never wanted to stop coming for this man.

  “Why are you fucking me like this?” I asked, voice hoarse and desperate.

  “Because you deserve it,” Jonah said, his voice almost sweet while he held fast to me and gave me one last thrust that proved to be my undoing.

  My muscles tightened the closer I got. Chills erupted all over my hot skin, and then I was falling headfirst into an orgasm that would have had me screaming if Jonah didn’t capture my mouth and kiss me through it.

  “Tell me where you want this cum, baby,” Jonah prompted hoarsely before I could fully come down. He pulsed inside of me, stretching me even more.

  “Please don’t pull out,” I pleaded, tightening my thighs around him.

  “Ericka, shit.”

  He gave me what I wanted, filling me until his cum leaked out of me and onto his lap. I couldn’t get enough of the way he felt dripping out of me and I never thought I would be that person. But the first time he came inside instead of on me, I knew I never wanted his cum anywhere but inside of me.

  It was probably part of the reason I was so needy for him, and I didn’t even care. I liked needing him because nobody else could take care of me the way Jonah did.

  “What the hell have you done to me, E?”

  Disbelief tinged his words, but the look of total satisfaction on his face told a different story. He loved what I’d done to him. Because he’d done the same thing to me, and I wouldn’t change it for anything in this world.

  Slowly, I slid off of his lap and let his softening erection fall against his thigh. His cum raced out of me quicker now that I was standing, but Jonah leaned forward, pulled up my dress, and studied me with a now-familiar mix of lust and adoration on his face that turned my knees to jelly.

  Running his fingers up the inside of my thigh, he collected his cum and diligently worked it back inside of me, his eyes locked on mine the whole time. The only thing I could do was stand there and take it. Stand there and love it.

  “This pretty pussy looks so good full of my cum, Ericka. Don’t ever forget that.”

  When he was happy with his handiwork, he pulled my panties back in place and reached up to shove the two fingers that had just been inside of me past my lips.

  “Don’t we taste good, baby?”

  Nodding, I sucked his fingers clean and moaned when he pulled them from my lips with an audible pop.

  “God, I could watch you do that for the rest of our lives.”

  Week seven

  12. ERICKA

  Jonah: I can’t wait to see you later.

  His text came in right as I parked my car. I smiled as it flashed across my CarPlay display and then cut the engine.

  It was officially the end of my first week back at work, and everything on my body hurt. I hadn’t had to stand up for that long in so long that my feet felt like they were ready to fall right off of my body.

  I knew it would take some time getting back in the groove of things, I just hoped it was soon.

  Grabbing my coffee tumbler, lunch bag, and purse from the passenger seat, I climbed out of the car and headed for the front door.

  It was seven-thirty p.m. in the middle of November, so the sun had already taken her leave, but the motion lights on my porch lit up as I got closer and stopped in my tracks at the two packages waiting in front of my door.

  “What did he do?” I whispered as I bent down to confirm the sender.

  Kincade was the only info written in the sender box. No address. No first name.

  When I made it inside with the boxes, I set them on my kitchen counter and went in search of my box cutter. Not finding it, I pulled the scissors from my knife stand and tore into the first long rectangular package.

  Smiling from ear to ear, I pulled out the beautiful mix of white and red roses.

  Plucking the card tucked near one of the stems, I read Jonah’s messy scrawl.

  Here’s to hoping today was a good day, baby.

  And if it wasn’t, you better open your mouth and say something so I can take care of it.

  I’m proud of you and I hope you never doubt that.

  There was an arrow at the end of that sentence, so I flipped the card over and read the rest.

  I love you so much. See you in an hour.

  —J

  Still cheesing, I opened the other box and gasped when I saw the scrubs inside.

  How did he get these so fast? And why did he buy five sets?

  Those questions raced through my head as I fished my phone out of my pocket and called him.

  “Hey, baby,” Jonah answered on the first ring.

  “Jonah, these scrubs are a hundred fifty dollars a pair.”

  “My day was good, love. How was yours?” he asked sarcastically.

  “Jonah, I’m serious.”

  “Didn’t you say someone threw up on your favorite scrubs the other day?”

  “Yes, but it was one top. You didn’t have to do this.“

  “Wanted you to have options, baby,” he said, his voice soft, refusing to match my level of flustered while he did whatever he was doing on his end of the line.

  “If you wanted to buy me something, you could have just said that,” I teased, done trying to fight him on it. I didn’t know why I’d tried in the first place.

  “Fine, Ericka, I wanted to buy you something.”

  I could picture the exasperated tilt of his head, and I blushed like he was standing in front of me.

  “Thank you,” I responded softly.

  “Did I get the right size?”

  Running my finger over the tagless garments, I checked the collar of the scrub top and the waist of the bottoms.

  Medium top. Large bottoms. Perfect.

  “Yes. They’re perfect.” I thanked him again before he ran me off the phone, telling me to get ready because he would be here in less than an hour to pick me up.

  ◆◆◆

  “Enjoy the show,” the ticket booth attendant said as he waved us into the big parking lot.

  “A drive-in movie?” I asked, fully aware of the excitement drenching those words. I’d always wanted to come on a date to one of these, but by the time I was old enough to date, all of the drive-in theaters had closed back in my hometown.

  Jonah handed over the tickets with a knowing smile as I read the movie title.

  The Devil Wears Prada.

  “How did you get them to play this?”

  “I didn’t,” he answered with a casual lift of his shoulder. “It just worked out that way.”

  “How did you know this was my favorite movie?” Unlike everything else he’d figured out about me up until this point, I’d never brought up this movie.

  “Honestly? I didn’t. You just told me Anne Hathaway was your favorite actress when The Princess Diaries came on the other night and I hoped you liked this movie as much as that one.”

  Silence was the only response I had to offer as I processed his attention to detail. How had I made it twenty-eight years without experiencing a man who gave a fuck about me on this level?

  Every little detail I gave him, he used to prove that he was always listening. Always thinking of ways to put a smile on my face.

  My heart was close to bursting out my chest by the time he chose a spot near the fringe of the parking lot. Away from the other cars, but still in good view of the screen. Since his truck was so high up, it made since for us to be out of the way anyway.

  I undid my seatbelt, kicked off my sandals, and propped my feet up on the dashboard while I surveyed my surroundings. While I did this, Jonah made sure the radio was on the right station and lowered the volume so we wouldn’t have to listen to silence in the meantime.

  “I’m so excited,” I whispered, twisting a loc around my index finger.

  “Come here, E.”

  Jonah’s voice, thick with desire, instantly piqued my mood in a different direction.

  His hand was stretched toward me, palm side up, and I took it, letting him pull me across the bench seat and onto his lap easily.

  “I missed you today,” he said before his mouth crashed into mine. His lips claimed me with an urgency I had come to adore.

  Already whimpering from the feel of him hardening beneath me, I moaned against his lips. “I missed you, too.”

  Still kissing me, his hands found my hips and anchored me in his lap, pressing me into his erection and smirking against my lips when I moaned.

  “How many times can I make you come before this movie starts?” he wondered aloud, slowly sucking my bottom lip into his mouth.

  I didn’t know the answer, but I fully intended to find out before the opening credits rolled. There was a reason I’d chosen to wear a skirt, even before I knew where this date was taking place.

  There was enough room between the steering wheel and Jonah’s seat for me to sit comfortably on his lap while his hands roved over my thighs, under my skirt, and over the leaking mound nestled between my thighs.

  The inside of my thighs were already coated with my essence, and Jonah groaned appreciatively when he discovered just how drenched I was for him.

  I was always wet for him. It was impossible to be around him and not feel like I needed him inside of me.

  Instinctively, I began to move my hips in slow, sensual circles, loving the stimulation against my clit with each move I made.

  “You’re so fucking sexy, E,” he rasped. A mixture of torture and awe clung to his words.

  Jonah caught me around the waist, halting my movements.

  My frown was immediate until I saw that he was simply moving me back enough to undo his pants. He freed his dick from his briefs and stared at me intently.

  “I don’t wanna fuck you, but I want you to use me to make yourself come.” He ran a lazy hand up and down his length. “Can you do that for me, baby?”

  Biting down on my lip, I nodded obediently and rested my hands on his broad shoulders as I reclaimed my rightful spot on his lap. Silently, he gathered the material covering my sex and pushed it to the side, lining my clit up with his dick perfectly before he pulled me down further.

  We both hissed at the contact, and I gave a subtle roll of my hips. Drawing out the motion. Drawing out the pleasure.

  “Jonah.”

  That was the last intelligible thing I said before I lost all control.

  His dick felt so good slipping through my folds that it was the only sensation I could focus on. My whole body was wracked with shudders as I rubbed my clit against him again and again, enough times to notice how slick he was with my arousal, but I couldn’t stop if I tried.

  Jonah grabbed my chin and kissed me with enough force to steal my breath. But if I stopped breathing, I couldn’t keep moving. And I really, really needed to keep moving right now.

  “That’s right, baby. Keep using me.” His fingers sank into my hips, tormenting me with his touch when all I really wanted to do was push him inside of me. “Just like that, Ericka.”

  Right here, right now, I wanted to give him whatever he wanted.

  I wanted to please him because it pleased me in the process.

  Simply put, I wanted everything where Jonah was concerned.

  I was more than willing to take everything he had to give and give him anything he asked for.

  Because there was no doubt in my mind that he would reciprocate it a hundredfold without blinking an eye. That was just who he was.

  I loved who he was.

  “Ah…Jonah…baby,” I groaned, losing some of my momentum when I felt my climax sneaking up on me.

  “You’re soaking me so good, baby. I don’t want you to stop until you’re dripping all over my lap.”

  He sealed his command with a sloppy kiss and pinched my nipples through my shirt.

  That was it.

  That was all it took.

  Holding his face in my hands, I moved desperately in his lap, dragging my clit across the hard length of his shaft until pleasure seized me completely, and I came all over him, wetting him up just like he told me to.

  And when he smiled proudly, my walls constricted around nothing, already begging for more.

  Fuck.

  “Love?”

  “Hmm?” I asked, my head still in the clouds.

  “The movie is starting.”

  Week seven still

  13. JONAH

  Later that night, I lay face to face with Ericka in my bed, waiting for one of us to fall asleep. Knowing damn well it would be me.

  I slept like a rock around this woman and it was low-key unsettling.

  Anything could happen while I was knocked out, and I wouldn’t know until morning.

  But the peace I felt around her was undeniable. Something I’d wanted for so long. And now that I had access to it, my brain and my heart were more content than they’d ever been.

  “Can I ask you a question?” Ericka’s soft voice broke into my errant thoughts, pulling me back to the present moment.

  “Anything, baby.”

  Ericka paused, like she was figuring out how to phrase her question, then asked, “How do you and my brother get away with what you do?”

  “What we do?”

  “Yes,” she said, reaching up to trace her finger over the slight bump on the bridge of my nose. “I know you do get away with it, but I want to know the how. How come nobody comes looking for you?”

  “The truth?”

  “Always,” she whispered with hesitation. “Because it doesn’t make sense to me. My brother killed someone a few months ago for hurting Devyn. And while I knew he was justified for doing it, I still wanted to know why there wasn’t a news story connected to what happened at her store. I searched high and low for it the night he told me and the following week after that. Nothing.”

  She shifted closer to me and rested her head on my chest.

  “Actually, that’s a lie. I did find an article about the guy…Ricardo. It said he was involved in a fatal car accident in a rental car on his way back to Florida from New Jersey.”

 

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