I bob my head slowly up and down, pulling the length of him into me. It's so much. I want it. I want to taste it all.
He moves his hips in rhythm with my sucking, his hands lost in my hair, pulling at the roots as he races to the edge. "I want it to last. I can't. It's too fucking good."
I brace myself when I feel his balls constrict under my touch. I moan deeply as he pumps himself into me, emptying every last drop.
Chapter 4
"We can't do that again." I adjust the neckline of my dress before I pull one of my heels back on. "I came here to end things."
"We're going to do that again." He kneels to help me put on my other shoe. "You're not ending anything."
"Cassandra cut my hours." I don't see any reason to keep avoiding the subject I came to his office to talk about. "She told me about the money."
He stops and looks up at me and I see something flash over his face that I haven't before. It's softness, kindness, just something that's too fleeting to place. "She was short for a few weeks, so I helped her out."
"There's more to it than that." I step back and slide my hands over the skirt of my dress. "She was depending on you."
"I'll keep helping her if it helps you." The words are genuine. I know that he means them. I know he'd help me too if I asked him. I can't. I came to Manhattan to make it on my own and that's what I'm going to do.
"I've got an interview lined up already." I did. I finally texted Drew back, the man I was talking to at the club before Nathan pulled me away from him. He's a chef at one of the best restaurants in the city and he managed to land me a meeting with someone there for a sous chef's position.
"Where?"
"Just a place." I don't see any reason to go into details about my life. This one night stand had gotten so far out of hand that I couldn't see any way to reel it back in other than walking away. I was getting too emotionally invested in him.
"Jessica. Where?" He pushes my hair away from my shoulders so he can adjust the straps of my dress.
"Axel NY," I say meekly.
"That creep from the club works there, doesn't he?" His eyes scan my face. "You're not working there."
"Excuse me?" I feel instantly assaulted by his words. "He's not a creep and yes, he works there."
"Have you seen him?" he growls. "Have you seen him since that night at the club?"
I still. I stare intently at his face. Is he fucking kidding me? Is he acting territorial over a random guy I saw once at a club who is now helping me find a job? "You're insane."
"I'm what?" He grabs my arms.
"You can't tell me what to do." I pull free of his grasp. "We have sex. Correction, we used to have sex."
"We're more than that." The way he tosses the words so easily at me irks me.
"Are we?" I push back. "Do you still have your fuck pad?"
"My what?" he chuckles as he asks the question.
"Do you still have that suite at the hotel that you take women to when you're going to fuck them?" I tilt my head to the left waiting for an answer that I already know.
"That's irrelevant." He reaches to straighten his tie, the entire time his eyes are locked on me.
"This is irrelevant." I slide my hand in the air between us. "We've gone over this too many times already. You don't own me. You don't control me. You fucked me. Just like you fuck countless other women every month."
"Jessica." My name breezes across his lips just as I walk through his office door.
Chapter 5
"What's going on with you and Fingers?" Rebecca stops at the corner to wait for a passing taxi before she steps onto the uneven pavement.