Fallen Woman(74)
I never thought a man would get upset that a woman didn’t want a ten-thousand-dollar ring, but Jase and I argued over it for an ungodly amount of time. I couldn’t understand his need to spend money unnecessarily when it wasn’t what I wanted. He argued the only reason I didn’t want it was because of what people would say. But he was wrong; it wasn’t what I wanted because it didn’t symbolize us. I wanted the union, the eternity, the endless circle that would represent our marriage. He was my rock, and I didn’t need a diamond to prove that to anyone. Oddly enough, when it came to his ring, he didn’t want me to spend any money on it, either. He wanted a plain white gold band, but I’d insisted on platinum that matched his eyes.
I stared at my ring, admiring the way the light hit it while Jase talked to Hart, but when he left the room and closed the door behind him, I knew we had trouble. Hart hadn’t been able to get any kind of settlement arranged while we were gone. And in our absence, Holland had spoken with the press about Jase’s brutal attack on him, unarmed, over the money-grubbing-whore he’d tried to help. He and his friends had all fallen victim to a liar—me—and lost thousands of dollars trying to help my child. Hart emailed Jase clips of the various statements Holland made over the weekend and encouraged Jase to come out today with a statement of his own regarding his silence over the weekend. He had to shed some light on the situation before it wasn’t salvageable.
“What are you going to do?” I asked him in panic.
“We are going to make a statement to the press this afternoon. You will be by my side, your hand in mine, while I answer their questions. I will not hide, and I refuse to shy away.”
With that in our future, Jase called the office to let Allison know he wouldn’t be in and called my boss and let her know I would be out for a couple of days. If she knew anything, she wisely didn’t say a word. I wondered how long this would last—I couldn’t continue working there with the amount of time I was missing and the issues we faced. It wasn’t fair to other employees and would ultimately cause problems, but I hadn’t addressed that with my husband yet.
Jase took the kids to school and Emmy to daycare while I soaked in a hot bath, trying to relieve some of the tension the morning had already coated me in. I knew I needed to get out, but I couldn’t help wanting to stay. I kept turning the hot water back on to bring the temperature back up.
He startled me coming into the bathroom when he got home. My eyes were closed, and he snuck in like a ninja. When his hand cupped my breast, I about jumped out of the water. “Holy crap, that scared me.”
“I couldn’t resist. Look how gorgeous you are in the water. Damn.” Lust was evident in his eyes as the lids became heavy.
“Join me?” I didn’t have to ask twice. He turned on the jets after he removed his clothes and motioned for me to scoot up so he could nestle in behind me.
I leaned back between his legs and relaxed on his chest. His arms cocooned me as the jets turned my bath into a bubble frenzy. With my head on his shoulder, his hands began to roam, starting at my navel, up my sides, and around my breasts. He held the weight of them as he tweaked each peak with a gentle tug. Just enough to make me tingle. I loved the way he handled my body as though he was touching it for the first and last time, memorizing every curve, enjoying the sensation of skin on skin. He never hurried. No matter how badly I wanted him to, he always took his time like I was a gourmet meal he was savoring. Part of me wondered if he would always be this tender, or if it was just because sex was new between us. Whatever it was, I appreciated it at the moment.
His hands slid back down my sides, over my pelvic bones, and between my legs. The tips of his fingers grazed my folds, teasing them as he pulled back up and down my thighs. He enjoyed teasing me, edging me and cutting back, getting me right to the ledge so I’d beg him to give me release. It was a game he loved to play, and I loved being his pawn. Lost in the sensation his touch left on my skin, I gasped and arched my back when he dipped his fingers into my center and used the heel of his hand to rub my clit. The bite of his teeth into my shoulder sent waves of ecstasy down my spine and chills up in return. He was taunting me, knowing he was in control. I was captive in his embrace and no desire to escape, but I needed more of him. I was desperate for the union, him inside me, us connected.
He finally rewarded my patience, encouraging me to scoot forward, away from his chest. He turned my body around in the tub so I faced him, and then one leg at a time, he moved each foot to the outside of his body, effectively spreading my legs for him. The water aiding gravity allowed him to lift my bottom easily on top of his thighs and left his raging hard-on tucked neatly against his stomach. My mouth watered as I stared. Regardless of how many times I’d seen it, I was always impressed and a little scared that something that thick could give me so much pleasure. The smirk on his face told me he enjoyed watching me admire him. He never shied away from my stare.
While I watched, he lathered his hand in soap and began stroking his length before my eyes. Everything about this man made me want more from him, but this was at the top of my list of favorite things he did for my pleasure…right under him actually taking me. The water sloshed with his movements, and when he was free of the lubricating soap, he encouraged me up, lined up his head with my center, and pulled me down at the waist. As I took him in, his eyes began to roll back, and the lids closed. The moan that came from this beautiful beast set my hips in motion. Nothing gave me greater pleasure than providing his release.