Page 24 of Insatiable Hunger

“Absolutely.”

The drive back to my house doesn’t take long. We rode together tonight in his car, and the ride is mostly quiet. It’s not necessarily an uncomfortable silence between us, but the tension is thick. At least, it feels that way to me, but that could be because my stomach is a mess and my mind is loud, thinking about what just happened and what tonight could bring. It doesn’t help that my ass cheek is radiating a throbbing type of heat, not letting me forget for even a second what I so shamelessly enjoyed not even thirty minutes ago.

As if I could.

He parks in front of the house, the sensual beat ofGraniteby Sleep Token thrumming through the speakers.

Jordan turns in his seat. “Thanks for coming with me tonight. Those things are always pretty boring.”

“Thanks for inviting me.”

His gaze dips to my mouth before he leans across the center console, pulling me to his lips with a hand on the back of my neck. It’s gentle and soft—a vast difference to what I experienced earlier with he who shall not be named. There’s no urgency behind his actions. His tongue slips into my mouth, exploring like he has all the time in the world. Thoughts of last night filter through my mind. Him in my room, underneath me. Me making him come. Then later, finding Zeke once again in the media room. Him confessing that he heard me with Jordan.

God, this is all so fucked up.

I should pull away. Go inside and let Jordan go home. He’d probably be disgusted if he knew the thoughts running rampant through my mind—thoughts that have nothing to do with him, and everything to do with his boss.

But then he sucks on the tip of my tongue, pulling an unexpected moan from my throat, and maybe this isn’t such a terrible idea after all.

“You taste so good,” he groans into my mouth.

“It’s the cinnamon gum.” I laugh as I unbuckle my seatbelt, sliding myself into his lap. He somehow manages to scoot his seat back effortlessly without breaking his lips from mine. Hands roam over the expanse of my back, dipping low, but never low enough to be considered inappropriate.

He’s sonice.

I roll my hips into him, hands wrapping around his neck as I open for a deeper kiss. Maybe I should let him fuck me… right here in the driveway. He makes the most sense. He’s sweet and polite, cute, funny—he’s who I should be fantasizing about late at night in the dark. He’s a good choice for me. A safe choice.

And Idoenjoy spending time with him. It’s not like a chore or anything.

Jordan’s hands slip under my shirt, palm splayed on the small of my back, pressing me farther into him. I feel him thicken underneath me, that knowledge sending a spark through my body.

“I want you,” I breathe into him, mostly meaning it.

“Me too. I haven’t stopped thinking about last night.” His fingers find the button to my pants, flicking them open, and I try to not think about the fact that he isn’t the first set of hands to do that tonight. He gets my zipper down, smirking against my mouth. “No underwear?”

“Gets in the way,” I lie as he pulls me out with a firm grip, my body shuttering.

If there’s one thing about me, it’s that it doesn’t matter that I came less than an hour ago. I will be ready for round two every time. Sex has always been simple and fun for me. It’s easy for me to detach it from feelings. Sealing my lips back to his, I rock my hips up into his grip as he strokes me slowly.

His hands are rough and hot; they feel so fucking good. Jordan’s lips move to neck, as my head tips to the side, eyes falling closed as he nips at the spot below my ear. There isn’t a whole lot of space in this car, so sitting all the way up isn’t really an option, but we’re making it work.

“Fuck,” I moan, fingers threading through the hair at his nape, tugging gently, trying not to imagine black eyes, dark skin, and a six-foot-seven frame below me. “That feels so go—”

A pounding on the window scares the shit out of both of us; me jumping and hitting my head on the roof of the car and Jordan shouting. Snapping my head to my right, my gaze collides with the same pair of fiery black eyes I was just trying not to imagine.

That’s a little fucking creepy.

“Shit,” I hear Jordan hiss under his breath as I tuck myself back into my pants.

“Inside.” It’s one single word mouthed to me before Zeke rounds the front of Jordan’s car, storming up the front steps.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” I scramble off his lap, buttoning my pants. “I didn’t think they’d be home for another few hours.”

It’s the truth. The one time I’m actuallynottrying to get under his skin, and genuinely thought we’d be alone, this happens.

“No, I’m sorry. Fuck, seeing him tomorrow will be awkward.”

“No, it’ll be okay,” I assure him. “And besides, you were fully clothed, so it’s not like your boss saw your dick or anything.” I laugh, reaching for the door. “Text me later if you want.”

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