Claimed (For Her 3)

“Fuck,” he mumbles as his eyes roam over me. He drops to his knees in front of me, grabbing a hold of my thighs and pulling me to the edge of the desk.

“I’ve missed this. Missed you.” His voice is deep and low against my sex, and he begins to devour me like he’s starved.

I grab his hair, needing something to hold on to. I’m desperate to touch him.

“Jordan,” I moan. I try to push up with my hips, wanting to be closer to him. I need to be wrapped around him as tightly as possible.

“So fucking sweet. No one knows just how needy and wild you get when you’re turned on. And they never will. This.” I look down at him, this giant man on his knees in front of me, pushing my thighs apart. “This is all mine. Forever.”

“Yours,” I admit, loving his words but needing his mouth back on me. “It’s yours, Jordan. Please take it.”

At my words, he covers my sex with his mouth. I rise off the desk, my orgasm fast approaching. From the second he took his shirt off, my body began to tighten for it. As he loves my clit, the muscles in my legs tense as he grips my thighs tighter. There’s no escape for me, nowhere I could possibly want to go. The only thing I can do is cry out as he gives me the release I so desperately need.

I scream his name over and over again as he pulls the pleasure from me. Waves of it flow through my body, and I don’t know if I have the longest orgasm of my life or if it’s made up of several that roll together. It’s passion unlike anything I’ve ever felt, and I’m certain the things he did with his mouth should be illegal in all fifty states.

My eyes fall closed, and I don’t know how long I lie there, sprawled out on the desk. When I open my eyes, I see Jordan standing over me with a satisfied look on his face. You’d think he’d just had the orgasm, from the smile he’s wearing.

He leans down and gives me a soft kiss. I can taste the pleasure he just gave me on his lips, and somehow that makes the kiss more intimate. I run my fingers through his hair, wishing we were in bed and I was cuddled in his arms.

“Now that was rude of me,” he says, and I open my eyes.

“You can do rude things to me all the time, if that’s what you consider rude.”

He smirks down at me and shakes his head. “I ate, but you didn’t.” He pulls me into a sitting position, then picks his shirt up off the floor and slides it over my head.

“Put your finger here.” He points to a little pad I didn’t see on the desk.

“That is not where I want to put my finger right now,” I sass, wanting us to go to the bedroom.

He chuckles, then lifts my hand and kisses my palm. He takes my finger and puts it on the pad. I watch as the computer comes to life. “Now you don’t have to worry about fifty million passwords.”

“I like that,” I admit. It’s pretty cool seeing it all open for me. I bring my hands back to him and rest them on his chest. “I like this, too.” I start to trail my hands down his body, but he grabs my wrists.

“I’m going to feed you first.”

“Forget the freaking food.” I try to push for more, but my stomach isn’t on my side. It growls, and Jordan raises an eyebrow. He’s smug, and we both know he’s won this round.

“I’ll get the food. Play with your new toy.”

I huff.

He leans down, getting but a breath away from my lips.

“I want you fed before I get you in that bed again, because I don’t know when I’ll let you out of it.”

He gives me a kiss that’s just deep enough to make me want more before he’s striding from the room. I watch him go, wishing I had taken his pants off so he’d be walking around in just underwear. Damn it.

I jump off the desk and pick up the notebooks, then I sit down in the chair and start clicking on the computer. It looks like Jordan already set me up. All my tabs are there, and even my favorite websites are pinned to the desktop. I shake my head at how sneaky that man is.

I pull up my emails and start going through them, trying to clear as much stuff as possible. I really need to sit down with Miles and go over things that aren’t adding up. Or maybe I could have Jordan look them over.

Time passes as I weed out the ones I need more notes on and the ones I can handle now. My email dings, and I freeze when I recognize the sender. I remember it from before, and a creepy feeling sets in. I hover over the email before finally clicking on it.