Page 79 of Seduction
“Fine.” His touch is gone, and so is his presence behind me. He drops down in the chair next to me and grabs an empty bag. “How does this work?”
“You’re going to help me?”
“Yeah. The quicker you get this done, the quicker I can be inside you.”
My muscles clench. The conversation with Raven surfaces in my mind, and I imagine what it would be like to have Jon spank me, tie me up. It’s not something I’ve ever wanted, but for the first time, I would try it. With him. I think he’d look hot holding a whip.
I gulp at the image I envision.
“Um….” I shake my head, trying to gather my wits, then motion to the table. “These piles and bags are for girls, and these are for boys. One of each goes into a bag. After, just drop them in that box.”
“Got it.”
Occasionally, I glance up at him. Each time I do, he smirks as if he feels my eyes on him. He doesn’t meet my gaze, just keeps on task. It’s funny how far we’ve come in such a short time. Four years. Four years I’ve been pining, lost and buried under heartbreak, sorrow, and defeat. In just a few weeks, Jon has changed everything. I still love Eddie; I always will. But for once, I feel like I can have a future with someone else—a smart, caring, persistent, wonderful man who didn’t give up on me when most would have.
A future with Jon Emerson.
A future that’s now blindingly bright.
“Well, that’s it,” Jon says.
Looking to the table, I realize it’s now bare. We filled all the bags. Somehow I get the feeling he did most of them.
“I guess it is.”
Our eyes meet and I lick my lips, remembering his words.The quicker you get this done, the quicker I can be inside you.The sound of the chair’s legs scraping on the tiled floor startles me. My eyes follow him as he rises to his feet, slowly removing his cut. My chest heaves, labored breaths coming from my parted lips. I don’t move. I can’t. I remain frozen in my seat, my eyes locked on Jon. He reaches behind him, grasping the back of his T-shirt and tugging it over his head. Gulping at the sight of his naked torso, I squeeze my thighs together. He continues, undoing his belt and the button on his jeans. I wait for him to drop them, but he doesn’t. Instead, he toes off his boots, then grabs the back of the chair, leaning forward. He stands there observing me. That’s the most appropriate word I can find for what he’s doing. It’s like he’s looking past everything external, digging deep to find my very soul.
“Jon….”
I can’t find the words. Hell, I don’t even know what I want to say. I just know I need him.
“On your feet, Ellen.”
I slide off the chair, standing next to it. He stalks over to me, eyes wandering over my body. It shudders, reacting to his gaze like a tender caress. Shirtless, unbuttoned jeans sitting low on his lean hips, he cuts a striking figure. Combine it with the confidence oozing from him, it’s incredibly sexy. Hot as hell, panty-melting sexy. My lids flutter closed when he stands behind me. He brushes my hair aside, gently trailing his finger down the back of my neck. My knees wobble.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. Taking a step forward, he presses his body against my back. I moan, leaning in to him. “No more running, Ellen.”
His lips brush my ear as he speaks. My heart hammers in my ears, moisture pooling between my thighs even though he’s barely touching me. I have no doubt that when he finally does, he’ll find my panties soaked. I press my ass into him, feeling his erection on the small of my back.
“You agree tonight that you’re done fighting this. Fighting me. You’ve known what I want since the beginning. Are you sure you want the hundred percent? With me?”
His arm encircles my waist, anchoring me to him. The other grasps the skirt of my sundress where it covers my sex, slowly pulling it up, bunching the material in a fist.
“Yes,” I answer, not needing to think about it. “I want this. I wantyou.”
A soft growl emanates from him. The hand around my waist slips down and into my panties, delving into my wetness. With a hiss, he buries his face in my neck.
“You’re mine, Ellen.”
A finger slides inside me and I clench around it, gasping at his words.
“Yes.” I groan, rolling my hips to get the friction I need. “I’m yours, Jon. All yours.”
This time, the growl he lets out is loud and feral. Possessive. Blood-boiling and all-consuming. He drags my dress over my head, pressing his palm into my back until I’m bent over the table. My panties are ripped from my body, my thighs nudged apart. His belt buckle clanks, jeans unzipped, the sounds of him releasing his dick. I squirm beneath him, needing what I know is coming next.
“Hurry,” I beg.
“Condom,” he grunts in answer.
