“Yeah, I guess I did.” He surveys me. “You want me. I want you. It was damned inconvenient six years ago, and it hasn’t gotten any less inconvenient since then. If Victor ever finds out…”
I snort. “You have a very strange idea about my relationship with my father. He doesn’t care who I’m with as long as I’m happy.” Jonas is ten years younger than him, and my father has made more than one comment about what a good man he is, if difficult. But then, Jonas isn’t asking for my hand in marriage. He just wants to fuck me, which I’m only too happy to negotiate around. “Regardless, it’s not like I run telling tales to him about my sexual partners. I don’t see why this would be the exception.”
He considers that. “Fair.”
I tug at the hem of his shirt I’m wearing. “This is separate from business, too. I’m not throwing myself at you in order for you to take this account. That’s not how I negotiate.”
“Good, because no matter how sweet your pussy is, I’m not saying yes.”
Strangely, it’s a relief that he’s so stubborn about this. I want to sleep with him, but bringing business into it will make the whole thing dirty in a way that isn’t sexy in the least. “So we don’t talk business tonight. We just fuck.”
“Blake.”
God, the way he says my name. As if I’m missing some very important point and he’s exasperated with me. “Yes?”
“Do you really think one night is enough?” Before I can answer, Jonas continues. “Stay the weekend. The storm’s supposed to last that long anyways, and it’ll be annoying to have this conversation again tomorrow when you realize you can’t leave yet.”
“Heaven forbid I do something to annoy you.”
He shoots me a look, but there’s a sliver of warmth in his blue eyes, as if I’ve amused him. “Now you get the idea.” He hesitates. “Things got a little out of control there. Are we good?”
I stare, but he’s obviously not joking. “Jonas, is there literally anything about my reaction that makes you think we’re not?”
“All the same, answer the question.”
I huff out a breath. “Yes, we’re good. The baby girl-Daddy stuff surprised me, but it’s hot as hell and I would like to keep using it.”
“Same,” he murmurs. Jonas looks like he’s fighting himself not to grab me and toss me on the bed, and it’s sexy as hell. “You have any hard limits when it comes to fucking?”
My brain skips and I can’t think of a single one, but he’s being so serious, I honestly try to think of something he could do that I wouldn’t be into. I swallow hard. “Um, no?”
Jonas’s eyes go intense. “So you’re saying that I can fuck any hole I want, any way I want?”
“Yes,” I whisper. The prospect has me feeling so hot, I’m surprised I haven’t burst into flames.
“You answered that awfully quick.” I can’t tell if that pleases him or not. “Surely you have some hard limit, Blake. Everyone does.”
“I want you to do anything you want to me.” Reckless. So fucking reckless, but this isn’t just any guy. This is Jonas Barnett. The man I’m not supposed to want. My father’s best friend. The specter in my fantasies that no real-life person can live up to. If I only get a weekend, I don’t want to have regrets. I want everything he’ll give me. Every single fucking thing.
He studies my face. “So if I want to call up my friend to show you off and have you suck his cock like a good little girl, you’re into that?”
My mouth moves, but no words come out. Am I into that? I have no idea. I’ve had plenty of sex with plenty of partners, and even a few threesomes, but there’s something about the way he poses this question that makes it feel different. “Is that something you want to do?”
“Maybe.” He’s still watching me intensely. “Does the idea bother you?” I can’t tell if he’s trying to push me away or if he’s pulling out fantasies so dark, I didn’t even realize I had them.
Honest. I can be honest. “No,” I say the word like I’m trying it out. “Not in general.” That’s not the full truth, though. “For this weekend? I would rather keep things between just us.”
“Good. I don’t mind sharing, but not in this situation.” Jonas holds out a hand and I take it easily, letting him pull me up to straddle him. He palms my ass, bringing us flush together, and then his voice is in my ear, as tempting as the devil himself. “I like the idea of that pussy belonging to me, Blake. I take care of what’s mine, and for this weekend, your pussy is mine.”
Holy shit.
The idea of being owned by him steals my ability to make words. It’s just a kinky fun thing the same way that the Daddy pet name is a game. It’s a game I desperately want to play. I whimper a little and rock against him. “Why is that so hot?”