Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Now, wait a minute. I didn’t say that.”
Tapping my finger on my lips, I repeated his words. “Let me think, what was it you said again? Oh, that’s right, ‘isn’t he a little young for you’ were your exact words.”
“Randy, what in the hell?”
“Listen, it was a mistake to ask you out.”
“You asked her out?” Jonathon asked in a raised voice. “Are you out of your goddamn mind? Do you do this on all your jobs?”
“No! I thought she was giving me the signal.”
My mouth fell open. “The signal? Being polite and talking to you is your signal? Holy shit, dude, maybe you should—”
Jonathon stepped in front of me. His hands cupped my face, lifting my eyes to his.
“Why don’t we go to your office?”
I closed my eyes and let out a breath before agreeing to go. Jonathon guided me through the room and into the back hallway that led to my office.
The moment the door shut, I spun around. “I was not leading him on!”
“I know you weren’t.”
“He actually told me I was too old for you!”
“Fuck him.”
I rolled my eyes. “Asshat.”
“He is. Don’t worry about what he says or thinks.”
Leaning against the desk, I let out a sigh. “That’s twice today someone has brought up our age difference.”
“Waylynn, if it was reversed and I was older, no one would bat an eyelash. I don’t care what people say or think…and neither should you.”
My head dropped back as I let out groan. “I’m trying not to, Jonathon. I am! It’s just so hard.”
His lips touched my neck and the stress left my body. I swore the man had magical lips and fingers. As well as another very magical tool of his.
“Is that better?” he whispered, hot breath spilling onto my neck.
“Almost,” I panted, every single sense seduced by his touch.
“What will make it better, babe?”
My body flooded with warmth, and my brain fogged. “Um…ah…oh, God.”
His fingers pulled and teased at my nipple through my shirt. “Lie down on the desk, baby. Let me fix this.”
I laid back on the desk as he pulled my ass to the very end and lifted my skirt up.
Note to self: wear skirts always. Easy access.
Jonathon’s fingers quickly moved my panties to the side. A low growl from the back of his throat caused my heart to quicken. One movement of his tongue had me letting out a soft moan as my orgasm built.
Lacing my fingers in his hair, I pulled him close. I couldn’t get enough of this man and his ability to make me forget everything but us.
The knock on my office door made me jerk, but Jonathon kept on. Moving his fingers in and out of me while his mouth and tongue did a number on my sensitive clit.
“Wait!” The word was low and breathy.
Jonathon didn’t hear me and continued, even as the person knocked again. The idea that someone was on the other side of the door fueled the fires. Covering my mouth, my body shook with an all-encompassing orgasm. Every single nerve ending in my body sparked.
Lifting his head, Jonathon smiled as I stared at him, my chest rising and falling with deep breaths.
A piece of paper slipped under the door. Jonathon and I looked at it and then lost it in a giggling fit.
Adjusting my panties, Jonathon pulled my skirt down, then stood. He reached for my hand and pulled me to an upright, seated position.
“Good job keeping it quiet there, Ms. Parker.”
I scoffed. “It was harder than it looked, Mr. Turner. That tongue of yours should be a patented sex tool.”
He winked. “Feel better?”
“Yes.”
His placed his hand on the side of my face. Leaning in, I closed my eyes. “I promise it won’t bother me the longer we’re together. It’s just hard right now. I hope you’re not angry with me for lashing out at Randy like that.”
“Waylynn, nothing on the face of this Earth would have me thinking an ill thing toward you. I’m here, by your side, through everything. Don’t forget that.”
“Everything, huh?”
He kissed the tip of my nose. “Everything.”
“Okay, let’s test that, shall we?”
Pulling back, he stared. “Give it to me.”
“Dinner at my parents’ tonight.”
“That’s easy. I’ve been there a hundred times or more.”
“It’s family dinner night.”
The grin vanished.
“Family dinner night? So, Cord will be there…and Tripp?”
Laughing, I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him close. “You still by my side?”
“Yes…and inside you after dinner.”
I sank my teeth into my lip at the delicious thought.
“I think today just became my favorite day.”
Jonathon laughed. “You said that yesterday.”
Tracing my finger along his stubble-covered jaw line, I gazed into his eyes. “I have a feeling I’m going to be saying that every day for a long time.”
“I do too.”
Chapter Thirteen
Jonathon
I stopped at the gate and looked at the sign above the massive rock entrance.
Frio River Ranch.