Restoring Jordan (12 page)

One look to Jordan’s eyes makes it clear he’s not the least bit concerned with our privacy. Instead of thinking of such trivial things as discretion, he pushes me against the exposed brick wall. The location along the wall only affords the smallest measure of shelter from the open hallway wall, but it will do little to truly hide us from any would-be nosy workmen. The sounds of the occasional hammer, saw, and items being shuffled about are the only consolation I have the workmen are truly disposed at the moment.

He reaches his hands to the hem of my skirt, and as he starts inching it up my thighs, my body quivers. He moves quickly to work my skirt to my waist, and then pulling my underwear down and letting them drop to my ankles, he holds my hand as I step out of them. He grabs a condom out of his pocket, and dropping his pants to his ankles in one swift movement, he rolls the condom over his already rigid and erect length before moving his forearms to the inside of my thighs and lifting me to rest my back against the wall. He pushes his groin toward my exposed and ready sex and uses his erection to nudge at my entry, but he makes no further move to enter me.

“Go on. You know what to do.” His voice is quiet and husky in his arousal. His breath hitches as my fingers close around his length. I guide the head of his cock to my wetness, and once in position he pushes slowly and smoothly into my body. He’s pinning me to the wall with his groin, and as he starts to stroke in and out of my body, I watch his eyes. They’re dark, and the continuous furrow and release of his brow tells me he’s already struggling to control his movements. But he does restrain his release as he continues to pound into my body, and then leaning to my ear he whispers in a quiet voice, “Did you tell your friend how much you enjoy fucking me? Hmm? Does she know what I do to your body?

I can barely mutter the word “yes” as he continues to thrust and pull from me over and over and over. His words send electricity to my core, and I’m panting and wanting to scream my release desperately. As my orgasm takes over me completely, and I fail to restrain the cry, he takes my mouth with his own, stifling my cries.

Leaning to my ear once more, he mutters as his own release consumes him. “Oh God, Adeline. You feel so incredible.” He’s grunting, fighting to control his voice, and as his orgasm tears through his body and his moan escapes loudly from his mouth, I cover his mouth with my palm. His cries and the hitching release of his breath are on the palm of my hand as his eyes hold mine desperately, and as his head sinks to my shoulder I finally release his mouth as he fights to slow his breathing. He buries his head against my neck as he continues to pin me to the wall with his groin. He’s still hard and buried inside my body. He’s holding me to the wall, and it isn’t until many long seconds have passed and his body has relaxed once again that he sets me gently on my feet, leaning to kiss me once more.

Jordan bends swiftly to his pants abandoned at his ankles and pulls them up. He straightens his clothes, but as I reach for the hem of my skirt bunched at my waist, he stops me with his hand, pulling the hem right back where it started. Kneeling in front of me once more, he lifts one of my knees to sling over his shoulder, and his fingers part my slick, wet folds. When he’s exposed my tight and sensitized nub of nerves, he leans his mouth to me and takes a very slow lick of my sex. He stops over my clitoris and teases and tortures me, but just as quickly as he found my most favorite bundle of nerves, he runs his tongue to my entry, thrusting it gently within me. His mouth soothes the stretched and sore flesh he so harshly invaded only minutes before, and it isn’t until he’s tasted every ounce of skin there that he returns to pleasuring my clitoris.

I come again, clenching my fists to stifle the sound that begs to escape from my throat, and as soon as his mouth has left my body, he stands swiftly and plunges his tongue into my mouth, sharing my aroused taste with me. His lips pull at mine, and I match his vigorous and desperate need with my mouth. When his lips pull from mine, he pulls me into his arms and strokes my back, tracing all over the contour of my shape. He works the hem of my skirt back where it belongs at my knees, and once finished with my clothes he clutches and grips my bottom through the fabric of my skirt.

When he pulls us both back to the kitchen to the crew still busily working on the drywall, Jordan looks as cools as can be. I, on the other hand, swear my face is flushed bright red, my clothes must be in disarray, and God only knows what my hair must look like. Jordan steals glances at me regularly with a subtle smirk passing his lips whenever our eyes meet. He looks as amazing as always, and no one is the wiser for our little indiscretion.

As the workers finish up, Jordan and I walk them to the door, but rather than following them out, we stay. As soon as they are out of sight, Jordan pulls me back within the condo and into his arms for another long and slow kiss. When he releases my lips, I sink to the floor in front of him, intent on returning the favor he so willingly gave me earlier, and as I pull his cock from his pants and he feels my first touch, his body sinks to the wall behind him. I suck and I pull him within my mouth, and as I do his hand moves to my hair. His fingers twist, pull, and grip as his body becomes lost in desire. When he comes, he empties his seed within my mouth, and I taste his warm saltiness on my tongue as it is released in spasms. Looking to his eyes, I find them closed as the last of his orgasm moves through his body. He’s panting, and when I stand in front of him he pulls my body to his, and my head drops to his chest as he calms.

It’s late at this point, most people have left Foster’s for the night, and there is no reason to return to the office. As I relax into his arms and hope for more of him tonight, he makes my day when he says, “Let me take you to dinner.”

As though I’m going to refuse that offer. I nod, and after we lock up we head down in the elevator. Jordan’s car is parked at the curb, and as we approach and I reach for the passenger door handle, his hand clutches my hip and pulls me to face him. His jaw clenches once before he leans to my mouth and kisses me gently. I never tire of his mouth, the one thing he withheld from me the first time we were together but that he has shared openly with me since. His lips are needy, and his body closes in against mine, pushing me against the car door. His arousal, already hard with renewed desire, is against my stomach, and the heat between my legs is searing me to my core. I can’t get enough of this man, and for all intents and purposes he can’t get enough of me either.

He gives my body no space, not that I want space from him, as he continues to grind against me. I’m starting to envision the hood of his car again, and though it’s broad daylight on Market Street, I’m not sure it would stop this man.

Dinner is fading to the background of my mind as Jordan’s lips claim mine, but then we hear it. It’s a voice we both know well, and it startles and terrifies me in an instant.

*

“Well, well, well. Nice to see the two of you getting along so good. Though I have to admit, she hardly seems your type, Jordan. Don’t you usually go for the vain, easy sluts? Or perhaps she is a slut…”

I whip around, barely controlling my rage as I face Mark Lear head on. I put myself between Adeline and him as my fists clench at my side. I’m livid. “What the fuck are you doing here?” My words are strained behind gritted teeth, and I want to beat the shit out of this man.

“That
bitch
has caused me a lot of problems lately, getting me kicked off this project, but she hasn’t managed to get me fired from Trigg yet. I left a couple of things upstairs, and I intend to get them. Didn’t mean to interrupt your little playtime. Really should be careful who you fuck, Jordan; this one’s nothing more than a dick tease, and a pathetic one at that.”

I can’t imagine what it is he thinks Adeline has done that he’s not entirely responsible for, and his inappropriate anger toward her has my hackles raised and my fists ready to strike. Adeline is breathing with heavy, shuddering breaths behind me, and my body yearns to be done with this prick so I can comfort her. She’s terrified; I can sense it in her ragged, uneven breaths. And the terror coursing through my veins threatens to unleash itself in a fury aimed at the simpering Mark Lear.

“You did this to yourself you dumb fucking freak. And your misguided ploy to destroy her reputation because she rejected you made you look all the more a fool. You stay the fuck away from her. She’s done nothing to you.” My words are harsh and my expression is without doubt near crazed animal. There is nothing in this world I wouldn’t do to protect her, and the realization of this nearly chokes me, but I’ve no time to consider it at the moment. Swallowing hard over the emotional lump in my throat, I step toward Lear.

He takes a step back from us, and I glare into his cold, cruel eyes as I continue to walk toward him, forcing him to retreat. When he reaches the door to the property, I give him my final words. “Get your shit and stay off our job site.”

He returns my glare, and with his final comment starts up the steps of the building, but stops as he reaches the door. “Tell me, is fucking the intern worth losing your job? I’m guessing you’re not exactly allowed to indulge in the student help, are you?” Adeline gasps behind me as I hold his harsh gaze without wavering. I give him no response, and he slips away into the building. Seeing him leave our space and a safe measure of distance put between Adeline and him, I breathe a desperate sigh of relief, but turning to see Adeline standing behind me in shock and terror stills me. I grab her and pull her into my arms, pushing us both back to the side of my car. I lean to her mouth for one last kiss before ushering her into the car.

Her body is shaking and the unease of the situation is coursing through her body, radiating to mine. As I take my place in the driver’s seat, I reach for her hand, and she meets my eyes. I’m begging for her reassurance, and she gives it. She nods as she sees my worry and tries for a weak smile. Lear’s presence has rattled us both and turned what was another incredible day with Adeline into a train wreck.

“Are you okay?” I want to take her away from this building, but I don’t want to leave with Lear still inside. I don’t trust the man on Adeline’s job site given his oh-so-resentful behavior toward her, and while I don’t want to leave her in the car alone, I won’t take her anywhere near him. She’s ready to be gone from this place and so am I, but not until Lear is gone. I leave her waiting in the car as she watches after me, and I run upstairs to babysit Mr. Lunatic. He’s snooping around when I enter, but he’s not destroyed anything.

He tries for another stab at Adeline. “She’s a lousy designer, and frankly, if you’re looking for a quick fuck, you could do a lot better.” I’m fuming at his words and bite my tongue to stow my fury. Adeline doesn’t need to be present for me to want to defend her, and besides, this freak is just plain wrong. Adeline is an impressive designer, and I could never and will never find a more amazing woman than her. There is no doubt of that fact in my mind.

I stow my rage as effectively as possible and follow Lear from the building. I will absolutely be changing the locks tomorrow. As I exit directly behind Lear, her eyes meet his for only a moment before flitting away. She’s so terribly intimidated by this man, and it makes me want to hurt him. She doesn’t deserve to fear him, and he doesn’t deserve her fear.

As I climb in next to her once more, she speaks. “I’m so glad you were here.” She reaches for my hand, and I spend the next many long moments stroking her hand, wanting to pull her to my lap but instead watching Lear to ensure he leaves. Adeline had no reason to be at the site alone today, but it’s more than conceivable she might be one of these days, and the nightmarish thoughts of what she could have endured had I not been here with her hit like a fist to the gut. I have no doubt that alone with Lear, he would hold nothing back and would do everything in his power to humiliate and destroy her.

Instead of going out to dinner, I opt to take her home with me. Neither of us are in the mood for going out, and once we arrive at my home we settle on ordering Chinese and curl up together on the couch. When the doorbell rings, she jumps in my arms, and I pull her tight to my chest before letting her go to get the food. She’s really rattled by our encounter with Lear, and I don’t blame her, but I want to push it out of her mind and set her soul at ease.

We sit on my leather sofa with the food between us. My appetite is gone, and from the looks of it, hers is too; the all too frequent glances she steals at me with a nibble on her lip tell me she has something on her mind. But so do I.

“I think we should talk to Foster about what happened.” I find her eyes as they open wide and hold mine, but she shakes her head. “Adeline…”

“What for? He showed up at the site. He didn’t do anything wrong. He was an asshole, but we already know he’s an asshole. Hell, he didn’t even touch—”

“He sure as hell would have if I hadn’t been there. I don’t trust him,” I interrupt. My expression must be harsh, given the tightness of my muscles, but she’s still shaking her head.

She shakes her head without saying a word, and it’s clear by the contemplation in her eyes she’s still debating something. Meeting my eyes once more, she confesses her worries. “Could you be fired for this?”

“
‘This?’
” I mock with a small smile. Her small smile passes her lips, but the wrinkle in her brow tells me she’s serious. She wants an answer more than my mocking. “You don’t need to worry about that.”

“Of course I do! I don’t want to be the reason you lose your job.” Her expression is concerned, incredulous even. “And for what? I’m the one-night stand, the booty call. You don’t do
‘next times.’
Remember? You can’t risk your career for this. Not for me.”

The passion in her voice is compelling were her words not so completely divergent from what I want, what I need from her. “If you want to stop, we’ll stop.” My guts clench even as my lips utter the words.

I feel as though she’s threatening me even though I know how irrational this is, but then she stops me cold with her next words, and a guilt I hadn’t allowed myself to consider grips my conscious. “What about me?” Her words are quiet as she seeks my eyes. She’s not accusing, not in the least, but I feel accused.