Page 28 of Nobody But You

“It means that I’m in this if you are. I’m willing to trust you if you allow your trust in me, Jourdan. I know this relationship was proposed, but it doesn’t have to feel like an arrangement.”

“Okay”

“Okay?” I asked, leaning down to search her eyes.

“Yes, that's okay. I’ll spend the day with you,” she said, deeply breathing.

“Also, to see where this goes.”

“Good.” I placed a chaste kiss on her lips.

“Go shower and get dressed. I have to get my things out of the truck. I’ll shower in the guest bath.”

“Not with me?” She asked. I took her by the chin and traced my thumb down her lip before wrapping my hand gently around her throat. I felt her pulse increase under my thumb and watched as her chest rose and fell. Then, I pulled her into my erectionso that she could feel that she had the same effect on me. She moaned, and I almost lost control.

“No, because I want to get to know you, Jourdan. So, no more sex until I put a ring on your finger. Because if I get in that shower with you...” I leaned in, licking the seams of her lips, making them fall open.

“The only thing I’m going to want to know is if you’re ready to cum on this dick.” She took in a breath, and I stole what little was left by sliding my tongue against hers in a heady kiss until I abruptly pulled away. She was aroused, and I could tell that she wasn’t used to being told no because the look that she gave me next was challenging. Then she walked away, going into the bathroom and closing the door.

Fucking trouble!

I grabbed my shirt, threw it on, and headed to get my bag. I decided to use the garage door instead of the front door. I passed my coat on the couch, but left it since I wouldn’t be there long. I noticed that Jourdan never wore a coat. The only time I’d seen her in one was the day she was on her lioness shit. How she fought with it, let me know she didn’t prefer to wear one. I stepped down the landing and walked past Jourdan’s BMW X6, seeing I had enough room in her oversized garage to put my truck in. While I got my bag, I pulled in beside her car. That way, she wouldn’t have to step out into the cold air. While in there, I looked in her car for her extra garage door opener. I found it in the glove compartment and clipped it to my visor.

Steph, you’re wildin’ right now.

I curbed my thoughts because maybe I was. I would be that and worse when it came to mine, and she was... undoubtedly mine. Besides, I wanted to see how far I could push the walls that she’d built. I planned to knock every one of them down.

Every last fucking one!

After marking my territory around her house like the big dog I was, I quickly showered and got out. I didn’t want a repeat of my recent shower session. I’d told Jourdan no sex, but it was probably going to be harder for me to say no now that I knew what her pussy felt like. I was sure it was the closest I’d get to heaven. Hell, that’s what it felt like. I didn’t know what the hell her ass was doing in the shower all this time, but she still wasn’t out by the time I’d finished.

I found my way into her office and sat in her desk chair. I noticed her computer was open and unlocked. I tapped the mouse pad, and my gym’s webpage appeared. I couldn’t tell if it was finished, but it was definitely better than the shit I had before. I was low-key mad that I hadn’t done this sooner because I was leaving money out there.

“You just love making yourself at home in other people’s houses, huh?” Jourdan said from where she had just appeared in the doorway. She was wearing all black. A simple pair of straight jeans that were loose but still managed to hug every single curve, and a long-sleeved black t-shirt. The ponytail she always wore was slicked back and thick, fanning down her back. It was usually bone straight. In her hands, she held a pair of block-heeled combat boots. I couldn’t help but notice that we were matching.

“Nah, not people’s houses, just yours,” I returned. She rolled her eyes, which caused me to laugh. I stood and headed over to where she stood.

“So, what are our plans?”

“Why can’t you just hop your beautiful ass in the truck and ride?”

“Because I don’t know if you’re about to take me to one of your little rooms,” she said.

“Jourdan, what in the hell are you talking about?” I knew exactly what she spoke about, but how had we gotten back here? I ignored her because I could show her better than I could tell her. I grabbed her hand and slid past her in the door frame, pulling her along. We stopped in the foyer. I took her boots from her hand, squatting to help her into them while she looked down at me intently. She hadn’t realized that I’d waved the white flag. I was ready and willing to surrender to her in every way.

I led her toward the garage instead of leaving through the front door. She stopped again.

“Where are you going? Your truck is out front, right?” She asked. I opened the garage door with her peeking over my shoulder.

“Why… Stephon... how...,” she stopped talking to laugh. I smirked.

“So, I can come inside you but not in your garage. We gotta work on your hospitality skills, Baby,” I said.

“I should have just kicked your ass out after you got me off, like all the rest of them,” she huffed out with a playful attitudethat I was about to fix. I abruptly drew her body close to mine and cupped her pussy through her jeans. Then I leaned to whisper into her ear.

“See, you messed up when you made me cum up in here…,” I said as I ran my finger back and forth down the seam of her jeans, pressing into her clit and holding my finger there to add pressure. It caused her to take a deep breath.

“Mine,” I said, then gave several sharp pats on her pussy.

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