"You didn't tell Jax, did you?" I cringe when the question leaves my lips. I want to believe that Jax didn't find out about Mark's death until the moment he told me, but I've had lingering doubts all week. After we'd made love that night, he'd gotten out of bed and had spent hours on the phone.
He chuckles softly before he answers." He told me to go to hell in no uncertain terms, Ivy. I couldn't get two words in."
"I'm sorry," I whisper. "He has issues with you."
"I've wondered about that. What's that about?"
I close my eyes as he leans closer and his breath caresses my cheek. "Nothing. It's nothing." I can't confess to him that I told my boyfriend that I used to masturbate to thoughts of Nathan's naked body intertwined with mine.
"You're blushing." His finger grazes my cheek and I instinctively pull back. I have to focus.
"I'm not." I smile sheepishly. "Why did you want me to come by?"
He studies my face with his piercing blue eyes before he stands to walk behind his desk. "I can't believe I'm going to say this but it may be best if Jax was here for this."
"Jax?" I can't temper the surprise in my tone. "Why would he need to be here?"
"It may just be easier for him to hear it coming from me than from you."
"What?" I feel my stomach drop with the question. This has to do with Mark. It must. I haven't consulted with Nathan in any official legal sense since Mark was arrested. The deal for Jax to buy my shares of the company had been put on hold while the board wrestled with what to do when wind of the scandal hit the papers. The fact that both Jax and I still retained shares in the company was a subject neither of us ever brought up. We both viewed it as a mute until Mark had sorted through his next step.
"Do you want to call him and ask him to come down?" It's a genuine question but it's laced with a challenging undercurrent. Nathan doesn't believe I can handle whatever he's going to share with me. That's because he still views me as the young girl who chased him when we were children.
"Just tell me already, Nate." I grip the arms of the wooden chair trying desperately to temper both my rising anxiety and my anger. I don't have to involve Jax in everything I do. I can handle whatever this is alone.
"Mark left everything to you." He says each word slowly, carefully and loudly.
"Mark what?" I heard him just fine. I desperately want him to repeat it back so I'm certain that there's been no misunderstanding.
"His attorney called me. They read the will. He left everything to you."
"That can't be right." I stand and immediately feel my knees buckle. I reach for the edge of his desk just as I feel his hands grab my waist. "No. Mark wouldn't do that, Nate. He wouldn't do that."
Chapter 7
"Ivy, beautiful." His voice is barely more than a breathless whisper as he leans back on the couch. "This is so good. So good."
I smile up at him as I circle the head of his cock with my tongue. I couldn't wait to take him when I came home from work. I couldn't wait to claim him. I had to taste him. I needed to give him pleasure before…
"Christ. Yes." He bites the words out with a guttural moan. His hands lock in my hair, pulling it free of the ponytail I neatly tucked it into this morning. "You're so good."
I moan in response. My tongue licking the length as I slide both hands up and down his shaft. He's so hard, he's so ready. We both needed this so much.
"I want this to last." He pulls on my hair to try and slow my rhythm but I can't. I want this as much as he does. I want him to see how much he means to me.
I moan around his cock and his body tenses at the sensation. He's getting so close. I can feel it.
He twists my hair within his fingers as he rocks his hips off the couch. "Fuck, Ivy." The words are harsh and come from a place deep within.
I look up and his eyes are closed, his head rolls back onto the couch, his breathing is labored.
I twist my tongue once again around the head and I'm gifted with a drop of cum. I eagerly lap it up. "Come, Jax," I coax softly around his throbbing cock.
He pushes his head back more and his body angles up as the first thick burst hits the back of my throat. I swallow hungrily, squeezing his cock softly to get all that he has to offer me. I lap greedily at the tip, cleaning him with my tongue before I rest my head against his strong thigh.
"Beautiful." He's hands are pulling on me, motioning for me to sit up next to him.
I do and he tugs me into his lap. I can feel that he's still semi-erect as he rests against my thigh.