Mid Life Love (Mid Life Love #1)(49)

I made my way into the women’s restroom and locked myself into a stall. I pulled out my phone and logged into the Harry Winston website, scrolling down their gallery of bracelet images. Then I spotted the one that was just like mine...It was at the bottom of the page, near the bracelets that said “By appointment only.”

I clicked on the picture and read through the details: “an open lattice bracelet set in platinum with three hundred and forty small round diamonds.”

I wasn’t going to click on the picture to reveal the price, but I had to know: One hundred thousand dollars.

I gasped, holding my jeweled arm in front of my face—trying to comprehend why Jonathan would give me something so extravagant.

We barely knew each other when he gave this to me...

I unlocked the stall’s door, ready to walk out, but Jonathan stepped inside and slammed it shut.

“Are you on a date right now?” he said through clenched teeth.

“Clearly.”

“Is it going well?”

“It’d be going a whole lot better if you weren’t holding me hostage in the bathroom...”

“I thought you said you didn’t do the dating thing.” His eyes hardened.

“I guess I changed my mind. Is that a crime, Jonathan? Are you going to report me to someone?”

He narrowed his eyes and stepped right in front of me, breathing slow and steady breaths—making my heart race uncontrollably.

“Let me get this straight.” His eyes were blazing. “I’m good enough for you to f**k, but I’m not good enough for you to go out with me? Not even once?”

“Glad to see you finally saw the light!” I tried to move past him, but he slammed both of his hands against the wall, on both sides of my head.

“I’m just one of your little sex toys?” He hissed.

“Yes, except unfortunately you talk back and I can’t turn you off. Can you please get out of my way?”

“No.” He looked like he wanted to rip me to pieces, like he wanted to slap me into another world.

“Jonathan, please stop being childish. You and I have meaningless sex. That’s it. There’s nothing more to it. I’m sorry if you’ve started to like me, but I don’t like you—at least not in that way. I don’t think about you at night, you don’t cross my mind throughout the day, and I just use you for some much needed stress relief, so if you could just—”

He pushed me against the wall and forced his lips on top of mine, kissing me so hard I could barely breathe. He slid his hand underneath the slit of my dress—running his hands across my thighs. Then he twisted my panties and ripped them off.

“Jonathan—”

“Shut up.” He lifted my leg and hooked it around his waist. “Put your arms around my neck.”

“Jona—”

“I’m not going to ask you again.”

I placed my arms around his neck and heard him unzipping his pants.

“You don’t think about me when you’re alone in bed at night?” He looked into my eyes.

“No, I—” I suddenly felt his dick slamming into me, knocking my body against the wall. I tried to unhook my leg from around him, but he cupped my ass and held me steady.

“I never cross your mind during the day?” he whispered harshly.

“Never.”

He slammed into me again—over and over, making me scream so loudly I was sure the other people in the restaurant could hear me. He grunted as he squeezed my ass and impaled me—going deeper and deeper with every stroke.

I clawed wildly at his neck, wanting him to stop this passionate torture, but I couldn’t bring myself to say ‘stop’; it felt way too good.

He yanked the top part of my dress down and began kissing my hardened ni**les—sucking them greedily, nearly sending me over the edge.

I was sure I was going to cum right then and there, but all of a sudden he pulled out.

“You honestly only use me for stress relief?” He teased my entrance with his dick, circling it around and around.

I didn’t answer him. I looked down and tried to catch my breath, tried to gain back the resolve he’d so easily broken.

“Answer me.” He pulled me by my hair and forced me to look up at him.

“Yes...You’re nothing but stress relief...”

And with that answer he plunged into me even deeper. “Why are you lying to me, Claire?”

“I’m...I’m not...” I couldn’t focus anymore; he was moving in and out of me at a teasingly slow pace, hitting every tender spot. “I’m not lying...”

He reached down and wrapped my other leg around his waist, gazing into my eyes as he gripped my hips and moved me up and down.

“Claire? Claire?” Michael’s voice sounded from the other side of the room. “Are you in here?”

“Yes...” I felt Jonathan increasing his rhythm, gripping me even tighter.

“Are you alright? Did the food upset you or something?”

“No...I’m...” Tremors started racking through my body and my hips began to jerk. “I’m....I’m...”

“What did you say? I can’t hear you, Claire. Are you allergic to shellfish?”

“I’m...” My entire body shook violently and I bit Jonathan’s shoulder to prevent myself from crying out. “I’m...I’m amazi—great...I just....” I sucked in as much air as I could and tried to pull myself together. “Some food went down...Some food went down the wrong pipe and I’m just waiting for it to move completely... I didn’t want you looking at me while I tried to force it... It’s not very appropriate.” I scowled at Jonathan.