Pleasure Bound (Hard to Get 2)

She made a valiant attempt to tamp down her mounting desire, but it didn’t work. Jonas was simply too potent.

“You took me to heaven in Miami,” she admitted.

Jonas put his arm behind his head and murmured, “How about I take you there again? Right now? Would you like that, Deanna?”

Deanna bit her lip, unsure. “Could anyone see this? Like a hacker?”

Jonas shook his head. “No one will see, I promise. It’s just us, kitten.”

“Because my computer’s been acting a little flaky lately, and I haven’t called to have it fixed.”

“I’ll fix it,” he said, his voice suddenly hard and unyielding.

“You?”

“I don’t want some stranger’s hands on your computer.”

Deanna’s heart raced. “That’s somehow a turn-on. I’m not sure why, but it is.”

“You’re mine. No one touches what’s mine, kitten.”

“Jonas.” His name came out on a sigh.

“Show me what you’re wearing,” he growled. “Pretty please?”

“God, I feel so awkward.”

“Don’t,” he whispered. “It’s just me. Pretend I’m there. Remember in Miami when you sat across the table naked and ate that sandwich?”

Her face heated. “I’ll never forget. I can’t believe I did that.”

“I fucking loved it.” He paused, then softly ordered, “Put the laptop on the bed and sit in front of it so I can see you.”

Deanna obeyed Jonas’s command, knowing full well that whatever he had planned was going to send her head-on into an orgasm. Knowing that sure helped tamp down her nervousness. “There,” she said when she had the computer on the bed. “Can you see me okay?”

“Hell, yeah. Move those yellow blankets off you. Show me that pretty body, Deanna.”

Deanna gripped the blankets as if they were a lifeline. “I feel like I’m being naughty. Like I’m going to be caught by my mother at any moment. Silly, huh?”

He chuckled. “I could just come over there and move the blankets myself if you’d rather.”

The idea had her pussy dripping with need. But she knew if he came over, she wouldn’t want him to leave. Ever. And she still needed time to think about things. Like the fact that she loved him and he might never return those feelings.

“I can see those thoughts running through your head, Deanna. I won’t push if it’s making you uncomfortable.”

“I do want you, Jonas.”

“Then show me,” he urged as he pointed at the camera. “If I can’t touch you, taste you, at least give me this, kitten.”

Deanna released her tight grip on the blanket and pushed it down, revealing her body to him a little at a time.

Jonas cursed and she could see him shifting around on the bed. “You said you were wearing those pj’s,” he growled. “Those cute, pink, satin panties don’t look a thing like your pj shorts.”

“I did have them on, but I took them off. I don’t like to sleep in them very much.”

“I should spank you for misleading me, don’t you think?”

Deanna squeezed her eyes shut. “Oh, God, Jonas.”