Page 10 of My Dirty Father In Law
Yet I know he isn’t, and the truth is that I’m not either. Some might call me clueless, but I see it as being realistic because Harry’s dead, and the dead don’t care what you do or don’t do. Funerals and wakes are for the survivors so that they have an opportunity to celebrate the lives of the departed while achieving closure. But the departed themselves? They’re six feet under, and it simply doesn’t matter to them.
So despite my outraged demeanor, I’m actually looking forward to being with Jordan, even though I know I shouldn’t. After all, the CEO is a despicable asshole who’s basically forcing me to have sex with him. Okay, maybe that’s not true. No one’s forcing me because the blood’s pulsing hot in my veins as I make my way up the stairs to the second level. My panties are damp, to tell the truth, and I can feel how my nipples pebble against the stiff fabric of my black dress. Oh my god, this is so wrong, and yet I want it so much.
This man wants to breed you, the voice in my head snarks. You’re not going to like it, and especially since it’s your first time. It always hurts during a woman’s first time, so why would yours be any different?
Yet I can’t help but hope for the best because somehow, I know that Jordan Lewis knows his way around a woman’s body. Yes, he and Harry’s mother divorced when Harry was an infant, but that doesn’t mean he’s been celibate. In fact, if I had to guess, the alpha male’s a man about town who gets so much pussy that it leaks out of his ears. He probably has women throwing their panties at him while begging for a night in his bed. Hell, watching his broad back disappear down the hall, I know that’s what I’d do. I’m about to be claimed by a man who’s experienced, intense, and hopefully hung as well.
What do you know about hung men? the voice in my head snarks again. You’re a virgin, Juliette. You know nothing about men, and here you are, about to be sliced and diced into mincemeat. Pathetic.
The voice might be right, and yet I can’t wait. With trembling knees, I follow Jordan into the last door at the end of the hall, and to my surprise, it’s the master suite. It’s enormous, of course, with picture windows that look out onto the gardens in back, and decorated with heavy wooden furniture. A reddish rug lies on the floor, but the centerpiece is the enormous king size bed that could fit a family. It’s done up in dark blue sheets, and looks both comfortable and luxurious at once.
“Welcome to mi casa,” Jordan says in a low tone while shutting the door. “The lair of the bear.”
I stand in the entryway, still stumped.
“I didn’t expect to use your personal bedroom,” I say in a halting tone. “Should we go somewhere else?”
“Like where?” Jordan asks, one of his black brows raised. “One of the guest suites? Would it make any difference? I can fuck anywhere, honey, so it’s up to you. Just make the call.”
I blush at his rude words, and yet a thrill runs through my tummy.
“Yes, it would make a difference,” I stammer. “I just thought ... I mean, your bedroom feels so personal.”
The alpha male stares at me, a smirk quirking at one corner of his mobile mouth. Oh my god, he thinks this is funny! I could slap him before climbing up that broad body and kissing his mouth with every ounce of passion in my being. But Jordan merely smirks again.
“This is personal, Juliette,” he says. “We’re about to breed my heir. We’re about to get naked, and then I’m going to put my cock in your pussy and make you scream with joy. That doesn’t sound personal to you?”
“No, yes, I mean it does!” I sputter, my cheeks going pink. “But the way you describe it sounds intimate, like we’re a couple. I thought that this was more transactional, as in I bear your child, and you get me a visa in exchange. You know, you scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours.”
“Oh, I’ll be happy to scratch your back, sweetheart,” Jordan says in a silky tone, advancing on me with a gleam in those blue eyes. “I’d be happy to scratch you, or pet you, anywhere you like, sweetheart. But I don’t need my back scratched in return because I prefer to be sucked, if you get my drift.”
Oh my god, this man is so foul! But before I can say anything, Jordan’s stopped in front of me, merely taking in my curvy form. His blue eyes literally rake down my figure, from my lips, to my big bust, to my waist and hips, all the way down to my toes, before making their way up again. There’s lust raging in his gaze when he finally makes eye contact once more, and all words evaporate from my head. I can’t speak because I’m breathless, and suddenly hot and trembling with the desire to feel this man. I want to feel him everywhere too: on me, behind me, below me, and most of all, inside me.
“You look hot and bothered,” he hums. “Is it me, I wonder? Or anticipation of what comes next?”
I want to say something clever in reply, but never get a chance because suddenly that mobile mouth is slanting over mine. The oxygen evaporates from my lungs as my hands crawl of their own accord around Jordan’s neck, fastening there. Then, I lean into his kiss, breathless and panting, while parting my lips for his dominance.
“That’s my good girl,” the billionaire rasps as he slides his hands down to grasp my large rump. “I knew you’d come around.”
Suddenly, the zip of my black dress comes undone and I realize that it’s Jordan who did it! Oh my god, he moves fast but he’s kissing me at the same time, and distracting me from the deft movements of his hands. The material peels away from my breasts, coming to pool around my narrow waist before Jordan pushes it off my hips altogether. Then, I’m clad only in a tiny black demi-bra and panties, the gusset embarrassingly wet.
The billionaire steps back to look at me for a moment, streaks on those high cheekbones.
“Very nice,” he rasps. “But sweetheart, I think you need a bigger cup size, don’t you agree? This seems a bit small for you,” he says, running one lazy finger along the creaminess of my décolletage. Embarrassingly, my nipples peak even further, causing Jordan to chuckle deep in his chest.
“So fucking responsive,” he rasps. “Goddamn, I have to see.”
With one swift motion, he unbuckles my bra and the lace falls away to reveal my creamy orbs. I’m lush and ripe, with bright pink tips as hard as bullets, and Jordan can’t resist. He dips his head immediately and suckles one into his mouth, moaning with pleasure.
“Oh god!” I cry out, my eyes falling shut as I run fingers through his dark hair. “Mmmm!” Hot jolts run straight from my nipples to my cunt, and I swear that Jordan knows. He pulls off for a moment, grinning with white teeth while taking in my dazed countenance.
“Goddamn, baby girl, you’re sensitive. Did that make you wet? Let me see,” he rasps. Then, one big hand trails down my belly and to the juncture of my thighs before testing the moisture there. Sure enough, I’m drenched. The black g-string can’t do anything to absorb my juices, and even the insides of my thighs are slick with need.
“Oooh!” I moan breathily as Jordan rubs my clit through the satin fabric. “Mmmm!”
“Let me see, baby girl,” he rasps in my ear. “I want to see and taste your sugar.”
Then, his big hand sweeps the gusset of my panties to one side, revealing the moist, plush lips of my vag. They’re shiny with nectar, and embarrassingly, my clit is so big that it pokes out from between my labia, hard and standing at attention.
