Page 41 of Forbidden Love Still Blooms

Jordan holds my stare without a fraction of uncertainty … like he knows I'll do what he says. I glance side to side, making sure no one is around to see us.

He chuckles, whispering, “Don't worry. No one is watching. I told you.” His voice drops lower. “I'll do what I want, and I won't get caught.” He pushes the strawberry to my lips. “Eat.”

My whole mouth tingles from my nerves being on edge. Parting my lips, I let him feed me the piece of fruit. He does it slowly, luxuriating in feeding me. I can feel every tiny seed on the surface of the strawberry as Jordan glides it over my tongue. He doesn't stop there—he goes until his fingers enter my mouth.

“Good girl,” he groans. “Eat up. You need everything you can get to survive what comes next.”

My head is all cotton—useless, fluffy, aflame.What comes next?I wonder distantly.The marriage to Dezmond? Or something more forbidden … something I should not want.

A wild desire strikes me. I lock eyes with Jordan, flushing with raw lust when I glimpse theneedthat turns his green eyes murky. I close my lips, suckling his two fingers.

His eyes snap wide. He's surprised … but the way his mouth stiffens, I know he's thrilled. I don't want to break eye contact—I do anyway, confirming my suspicion. His cock is rigid in his pants.

“Suck me,” he says thickly.

I do what he tells me, and the surge of arousal is instant. It's good he's holding me because my legs shake, and when I rub my thighs together, my clit throbs in my panties. I'm on edge from earlier when he was flirting heavily with me in his bedroom. The desperate ache is causing cramps as my pussy hugs furiously at the emptiness it wishes were Jordan's fingers. It's jealous of what my mouth is experiencing.

His fingers tug out of my lips, trailing saliva. I whimper, unable to help it. Hearing the obscene noise has my face blushing hot. Jordan looks at his fingers, then at me. “Swallow it.”

I chew the fruit, the flavor bright and tangy and sweet and any other time it would be delicious but it's not him. It's not him, and that's all I fucking want. He's breathing quicker now—he lifts his hand, shows us both his shining fingers. My drool coats them. Then he dips them into his own mouth, closing his eyes as he does it. My clit is swollen with need, rubbing on my panties, and I start shifting my legs on purpose, chasing some sort of release. This won't do it, but I'm so turned on I'm willing to try.

He grabs my hips, halting my gyrating. “Stop that,” he whispers, lips curving on one side. “You need to feed your stomach, not your cute pussy.”

“You're killing me,” I groan. Hanging my head, I cover my face with my hair. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because I want to.” He tips my chin up, smiling at me. “And because it's fun, sweet bird.”

“I'm not having fun, Jordan.”

“That's your fault. Not mine.”

“How am I supposed to enjoy this? This … the way I feel, it's …”

He lets go of me, picking up a sliced bagel from the table. “Torture?” He wears the face of a man pondering something that's not new to him. “I'm not stopping you from doing anything that would make your life happier. I enjoy making you squirm, knowing your panties are soaked from how much you want to fuck me.”

“Jesus,” I groan, hit by a fresh wave of lust.

“But I'd enjoy it more if you stopped fighting it.” Jordan takes my hand, presses the bagel in it, closes my fingers around the soft bread. “Now eat more. One strawberry isn't enough, Lorikeet. You need as much strength as you can get.”

I stare at the bagel. Then I stare at him, debating telling him to fuck off. Or maybe to eat shit. There's even a secret piece of me that wants to just give in and sayOkay, let's go get my car, drive away, and park it somewhere so I can see if your cock lives up to my imagination.

Putting the bagel between my teeth, I take a massive bite. It's so big, my jaw grinds to break the chunks down. Jordan nods approvingly. He thinks I'm stuffing my face because I'm hungry.

I'm only doing it to prevent saying something I'll regret.

Chapter 16

Theviewfromtheback of Jordan's house is phenomenal. I'm standing by the edge near a row of big rocks that drop off sharply to the beach below. Scrub brush sticks out of the dirt in places, clawing at the air, roots running deep into the crust. There's a path that winds down one side.Bet that's the route Jordan takes to go jogging.I'm not much for running, but I'd consider it if it meant a closer look at the coastal scene below. Or being by his side.

“Careful,” Dezmond says from right behind me. “You don't wanna trip and fall down that. Be a real tragic way to end this party.”

I shoot a scathing smile at him. “You mean like what happened to your meth-head buddy? Heard your dad tossed him straight over the edge here.”

Jake, Chico, and a few guys I don't know overhear me and laugh. Dezmond scowls at them; Jake shrugs, drinking from his can of beer. I don't know where it came from, I've only seen flutes of champagne.

Dez comes closer to me. Despite that, he talks louder than before, letting everyone around us hear. “I'm just saying you should be careful. I don't need a dead body in my backyard.”

My neck is tight, I work my jaw to loosen things up. I'm tempted to curse at him. Instead, I keep my tone aloof. “That's not a topic for polite company.”

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