Twenty-Eight

Joanna

The moment Jenner was within reach, I stood on the tips of my toes and wrapped my arms around his neck. As we hugged, I pressed my face to his chest, my cheek against his hard muscles. My eyes closed as my hands fisted his shirt. I inhaled as deep as I could to fill my lungs with him, his spicy cologne taking hold of me.

“Hi,” I said softly, glancing up at his face.

“Mmm. I’ve missed you.” He pressed his mouth to mine, giving me his tongue before he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth—his favorite of the two. “I thought about you all day.” His hands lowered to my butt, squeezing my cheeks. “You know what didn’t help?”

I grinned, already knowing the answer. “What’s that?”

“That fucking picture you sent me.”

My head tilted back as I laughed. “About that … I’m sorry, I guess?”

While I’d been at lunch with two of my colleagues, I’d gone to the restroom, and before I dropped my thong all the way down, I’d snapped a photo and sent it to him.

“Do you know how hard it was not to drive to your office and fuck you on top of your desk?” He cupped my pussy over my dress. “Knowing I couldn’t because I didn’t want your father to get wind of me coming there.” His mouth moved to my neck. “So, that wasn’t very nice of you to tease me like that.”

I squirmed as his tongue tickled my skin. “I thought you needed a sample of what you’re going to get tonight.”

His mouth went to my collarbone, kissing the sensitive spot near my throat. “You know how much I love your pussy, how much I crave it. You left me with a hard-on all goddamn day.”

His exhales caused my nipples to pebble, my body to set on fire.

My legs begged to spread.

His hands moved to my face, holding my cheeks steady. “I spent hours at my desk, thinking about what I was going to do to your cunt tonight.”

Tingles spread through me. “What are you waiting for?”

He took my earlobe into his mouth. “For my chef to leave.”

My eyelids opened. “He’s here? Now?”

I’d smelled something amazing when I walked into his house a few seconds ago. Since Jenner’s office was off the entryway and he’d been sitting behind his desk, I hadn’t made it into the kitchen to see that it was his chef and not takeout.

“He is,” he said, “and dinner should be ready in five minutes.”

“I’m starving.”

He smiled, pressing his finger to the center of my lips. “You know that throb you’re feeling between your legs right now? That’s what I’ve been feeling since your little photo stunt.” I went to respond, but he pushed down harder. “The second he’s gone, my cock is going to slide in here”—he traced the slit of my mouth—“and then it’s going in here.” He dropped his hand to my pussy.

I moaned. “Where’s your mouth going?”

“Baby, you know that I dream about licking your pussy.” He grazed his nose across my cheek. “But if you need to hear me say it, then I can tell you, I haven’t stopped thinking about how you’re going to taste. How I want your wetness all over my lips and soaking in my beard.”

I practically shuddered. “Jenner …”

“I’m going to slip a finger into your ass and finger-fuck that tight, wet hole while I lick you, and when you come”—he moved his mouth to my ear—“I’m not going to stop. I’m going to do it again. And again.”

I couldn’t breathe.

“Are you wet?”

He reached under the bottom of my dress, touching the outside of my panties. The sensation of his fingers running along the satin sent an explosion through me. It only heightened when he moved the material to the side and touched my clit.

“Yes … so fucking wet.” He brought his fingers to his mouth, smelling me, licking me off him. “Now, it’s time for dinner.”

He led me out of his office, every step causing my body to ache even more for his touch. It felt like he had brought me to the edge of an orgasm, and suddenly, his tongue had stopped, leaving me there, hanging, shouting for more. And I was still internally yelling as we arrived in the kitchen, where his chef was plating our food.

“Good evening, Craig,” I said, smiling at him.

My cheeks were flushed, like I’d just stepped out of Jenner’s sauna, my breath labored.

I hoped Craig couldn’t tell.

“Nice to see you, Jo.” His gaze shifted to Jenner as he said, “I’ve set you guys up on the patio. If you want to take a seat, I’ll bring out an appetizer in just a second.”

“Thank you,” I replied.

Through the sliding door, Jenner brought me outside and onto his large pool deck. The view showed the gorgeous homes that were similar to his, sitting along the Hollywood Hills. And along the edge, before his property dropped, Craig had placed a table with candles and linens.

We took a seat across from each other, and Jenner lifted the bottle of cab that Craig had left for us and filled our glasses. The moment he was done pouring, I wrapped my fingers around the stem.

“Rough day?” he asked as I sipped.

“It wasn’t until you made me drool in your office.” I winked. “Not really. It was just a long day.” I took another drink, holding the glass to my chest so the wine wouldn’t be far. “We’re putting together the marketing campaign for Utah, and the twenty-million-dollar renovation on our Napa hotel was just finished, so we’re planning a whole reopening and kickoff for that property.” I took a breath. “And working for my father is interesting—you know, when it comes to duties and expectations and all the things.” I swallowed down a bit more wine. “There’s just a lot going on.”

“I know better than anyone what it’s like to work with parents. I understand.”

I nodded, knowing he got exactly what I was talking about. “And I miss Monica. She’s been gone now for three weeks, and texting and FaceTime just aren’t the same.”

I couldn’t be happier for my bestie. She’d scored a job with the most-sought-after stylist in LA—a connection she’d made through James, Brett’s fiancée. But now, she was on the road more than she was home, traveling the world to style their clients.

“When does she get back?”

“Next week,” I told him. “But only for three days, and then she leaves for Paris.”

He grinned. “LA has been good for her.”

“No, LA has been great for her.”

I quieted as Craig approached with two small plates in his hands. “Homemade pork dumplings over a seaweed, cucumber, and kimchi salad.” He placed them in front of us. “Enjoy.”

Every time I ate over here, Craig’s cooking continuously blew me away. He was better than any restaurant I’d been to in this city.

“Looks incredible, as always,” I told him, my mouth watering.

“And it smells delicious,” Jenner added.

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