Protecting Her: A Romance Bundle

“It’s personal,” I said with a smile.

“Understood,” John said shaking his head. “I’ll never ask again.”

“Thank you,” I replied.

“No. Thank you for not leaving. No one would blame you if you had.” He walked around his desk and sat on the edge. “This place wouldn’t run the same without you, as you can see. The temp is good, but she’s not you. We have gotten behind on these client marketing workups, and I want to take some stress off the poor girl before she has a mental breakdown.”

“I understand,” I chuckled. “It definitely takes a different kind of person to handle this position.”

“Well, I just want you to get back to feeling good,” John replied. “We miss you here and don’t know what we would do if we lost you.”

I smiled. It would have been nice if Jordan had taken that approach during their marriage. Things would be a lot different if he hadn’t thought of me as disposable when I didn’t turn out to be that “perfect wife” he was looking for. At that point, though, it didn’t seem like it was all that important to me anymore, especially with Jason on my mind.

“We put the files on your desk,” John said, interrupting my thoughts. “Let me know if I can get you anything or if you have any questions.”

“Thank you, John.” I stood and hugged him one last time. “I’ll be in touch with updates.”

I walked out of John’s office and down the hall to mine. They had put the temp up in another location, leaving my office calm and quiet. I walked over to the desk and reached to pick up the files, seeing the picture of Jordan and me on the desk from our wedding day. I shook my head and grabbed the picture, tossing it into the garbage bin next to my desk. There were quite a few folders with loose papers, so I walked across the hall to the lounge to grab an empty box. As I rounded the corner, I ran straight into Jason, surprising myself at how happy I was to see him.

“Hey,” he said with an awkward smile. “How are you?”

“Good.” I grabbed a box and motioned toward my office. “Just picking up a little work to help you guys out.”

“I know. My dad told me,” he said. “You look great.”

“Thanks.” I tossed the files in the box and lifted it up. We stared at each other for several moments before Jason took a deep breath, breaking our gaze.

“Can I walk you to your car?”

“Sure, whatever,” I said nonchalantly. He took the box from my hands, and we walked quietly to the elevator. Once the doors closed, I turned toward Jason. The intensity inside that small space was overwhelming. Jason dropped the box and moved toward me, matching my needy steps toward him. I threw my arms around his neck and pressed my mouth to his, feeling the heat between us. Immediately our mouths ravaged each other, as our hands moved over one another’s bodies. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and I moaned quietly, feeling him searching for something, something I felt the exact same need to search for. Jason’s hands slid around my waist, and he pulled me close, rubbing his hard cock against my body. I could feel every inch of him slide against me, and instantly, I wished the elevator ride was a lot longer.

I pulled my hands down his chest and over his stomach, holding back from reaching down and taking him into my hands. His kiss began to slow as the floors ticked past. I pulled back and stared deeply into his eyes, our breath matching, and our arousal more than heated. As the elevator hit the bottom floor, I pushed back, reaching down and picking up the box. I wiped my lip gloss from the corners of my mouth and giggled to myself as he straightened his clothes, reaching down and groaning lightly as he shifted his hard erection into the band of his pants. As the doors opened, I stopped, wiping the smile from my face as I stared directly at Jordan. He was looking at the two of us suspiciously, and I just rolled my eyes at him, turning to Jason.

“Thanks for walking me this far,” I said before turning and pushing past Jordan.

“Good to see you, too,” Jordan yelled after me. I put my hand up in the air and considered flipping him the bird but just waved it condescendingly instead.

As if on a mission, I headed straight for the car without slowing my pace as I’d sped from the elevator. I set the box down on the trunk and clicked the button to unlock it. Opening the trunk, I realized I hadn’t looked in it since I had moved everything back into the house. However, where there would normally be a sinking feeling when staring at the things remaining from my marriage with Jordan, there was something else this time. I shifted the contents of the trunk and put the box in, glad to be getting out of there before Jordan had me cornered in the office. As I unlocked the other doors and reached out to grab the handle, I stopped, butterflies whirling around in my chest. I couldn’t help the smile that instantly curled at the edge of my lips just thinking about my encounter with Jason in the elevator. My knees were still shaking, and my heart was beating like crazy.

I don’t know what I had gotten myself into, but at that moment, I liked it.

Chapter Nine

Jason

Seriously, if I had to sit through Jordan’s rambling and accusatory questioning for one more minute, I swore I was going to knock him out and take off. I knew what he saw was exactly what he thought it was, but I couldn’t tell him that. Shit, I could barely recognize what happened myself. It was all so sudden, so natural, and I didn’t even think twice about dropping that box and grabbing onto her. Tiffany had come into the office to pick up work, and we had sent Jordan out to avoid any discomfort for her. Well, it seemed that he happened to walk in on the tail end of the most exciting part of her visit to the office. I looked down at my phone and held back a grin. It was Tiffany. We had been texting since she left the day before, and what started as simple, coy flirting had become a full-fledged sexting session. In all reality, it had become that by nightfall and now had carried over into the next day. I did not have a problem opening my phone to erotic pictures of Tiffany’s sexy ass body, but it was only slightly nerve racking when I was standing in front of Jordan, trying to pay attention to his incessant whining.

“So, what was going on in that elevator?” He was being so persistent.

“For the thousandth time, Jordan, nothing. I was helping her carry her stuff down to her car,” I replied. “You spooked her so bad I didn’t even make it to her car.”

And there he went again, off on another rant, another speech about brotherhood, something he hasn’t thought about one day in his entire life. Sure, it was probably taboo and wrong as his brother to be getting naked pics from his ex-wife, but there was something about this girl that I couldn’t shake. She was sexy, curvy, bright, and those lips made my dick twitch. Every single picture she sent was crazy hot, but I really couldn’t wait to see it all in person, put it right in front of me so that I could put my hands on her, feel her breathing heavily, watch her face as I pleasured her. I shifted in my chair, my cock getting harder by the minute. It was yet another awkward thing to add to the list of awkward moments in this office today.

I pulled my phone into my lap and clicked open the picture Tiffany had just sent. She was standing in front of her mirror completely naked, her tits round and vibrant, her hair trickling over her shoulders, and her pussy plump and ready for me. I could already imagine sliding my finger between her folds while I massaged her breasts. I seriously felt like I didn’t have enough hands. There were just too many places I wanted to caress, and no patience to wait. I clicked open the message and told her I would be over at lunch. She sent back a winking faced emoji, and immediately, I started to get nervous. Well, maybe nervous wasn’t the right word for it, maybe excited would better describe the raging hard-on I was hiding underneath my desk.

“Jason,” Jordan shouted. “Are you even listening?”

“Oh,” I said putting my phone down. “Sorry, what was that?”