Chances (Mystic Nights #1) (10 page)

Aliya didn’t want to press for more. If he knew more, he would share when he felt comfortable. But she had learned a few things. The whole reservation had always been curious about Tawny Sassacus and her children. While growing up everyone assumed the man had died. But no one asked. It wasn’t the way of her people. Ages ago, it was the mother’s lineage they always looked to anyhow. But the knowledge that all four were fathered by the same man was new information. Many assumed the girls had a different father than the brothers.

Jonathan quickly pulled his credit card from the leather sleeve, after signing the bill and writing in a generous tip. As he returned his credit card to his wallet, he asked in a smokier tone, “Are you ready, Aliya?” At her shy nod, he smiled.

She didn’t know what came next after a date like this, with a man like Jonathan Sassacus, but the husky tone and the smoldering look he gave her as he took her arm and escorted her to the coat check gave her some idea. His hand on the small of her back was doing things to her that she knew by now, only he could satisfy.

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J
onathan did not
even ask to come in when he escorted her to the door of her small home, he simply followed her inside. He helped her to remove her coat, and then flung his onto her sofa while taking in her small, but tastefully decorated home. It suited her. The furniture wasn’t overly large, but it looked comfortable and worn.

But he wasn’t interested in her home right then. It was the woman he’d spent the evening with that interested him now. By the time she turned around his eyes were already smoldering. He began to approach her like a man stalking its prey and surefooted she backed up towards her bedroom with him following her all the way.

Aliya knew what he wanted. And she wanted it too. No words needed to be spoken. The look each of them gave the other as they approached her front door was the only communication they needed. They both knew what was coming next. They were good at this. Being together.

He gave her room a brief glance admiring the tranquil blues, but the moment she reached for the zipper on the side of her dress, she had his focus once more. He stopped her. He wanted to do this. Undress her. His woman.

Covering her hands with his, he helped her to unzip the dress and then helped her by pulling the sleeves down. The simple dress she had chosen to wear that evening instantaneously pooled at her feet. And when she stood before him, glorious legs, flat stomach, breasts heaving in her black lacy demi bra, he was riveted. Her panties matched the set, and he appreciated that too. For a moment. His cock throbbed as he began to remove the tie at his collar.

Aliya watched him in the glow of the lamp she had left on, admiring him just as he’d admired her. He dropped the tie next to her dress, and removed his suit jacket. It was slow torture.

“Get on the bed, Aliya,” he commanded her as he began to unbutton his dress shirt. She did, but her eyes never left him.

She sucked in her bottom lip as more of his body was revealed to her. She didn’t know how he kept it so incredibly toned with all the hours he worked, but she appreciated it nonetheless. Before he unzipped his pants, he took out his wallet and placed it on her dresser, but not before removing several condoms.

She giggled. Like a teenager. There must have been at least six she quickly counted, but returned her gaze to the man before her. She didn’t want to miss a thing.

His pants were down and he stepped out of them, the evidence of his arousal already straining in his boxers. She scooted over to the center of her large four poster bed as he quickly slipped them off and climbed into the bed next to her.

The moment he turned to her, she could think of nothing but him. All her thoughts fled her except for the sensations he evoked deep down inside of her. His hand splayed across her flat stomach, stroking it, and then dipped down to her panties toying with the edge. Her body began to thrum and she pivoted her hips up to those long sexy fingers wanting the touch he was only hinting at. “You’re perfect,” he murmured before dipping his hand inside and cupping her wet pussy.

She let out a small gasp of pleasure, as one finger found her tiny bud already unsheathed. He watched her from under smoky dark lashes, and when her eyes began to close, he told her to keep them open. And she did. She snapped them open upon his demand.

He pivoted his body once more. “It’ll be slower next time, but right now, I need to be in you, Aliya.” At her nod, he yanked down her panties and helped her out of them. Getting between her long legs, Jonathan trembled and tried to restrain himself. All night, he had been imagining burying his cock deep inside this woman. He reached for one of the condoms and handed it to her. She made quick work of it, and when he felt her hands on his cock, felt her rolling the sheath down his manhood, he gritted his teeth in restraint. When it was on, he lowered his head to her breast. She had pulled down the cups in anticipation, instinctively knowing what he wanted, needed. He took one nipple into his mouth, rolled it with his tongue and teeth, and placed his cock at her waiting entrance. He broke from her breast long enough to watch his cock slide into her, joining them together. Glancing up as he fully seated himself, he noticed she was doing the same thing. Watching their bodies connect, become one. That look almost undid him. He slowly withdrew and then plunged again, watching her watch him sliding in and out of her sweet pussy. She was tight. He hadn’t fully prepared her this time, the need to be inside of her had been too strong, so he took his time, giving her time to accommodate to his size.

He returned his attention to her breasts. They were perfect. Rosy tipped and puckered.

“Oh, Jonathan,” she moaned, and he began to feel her body move beneath him, joining him in the ageless, timeless rhythm of their bodies dancing together on her bed. Her nails began to rake his back, and he felt his balls tighten. This woman had cast her spell over him.

“I want to see your eyes when you come, Aliya,” he reminded her as he picked up his pace, fucking her deeply, and harder, until her pants became moans.

It encouraged him to go faster, and he shifted the position of his thrust so he could further excite her clit as he pounded into her.

“Jonathan, that feels . . . . so . . .” her words were lost on another moan of desire.

“What? What does it feel like, baby?” he grunted, pummeling her pussy, slamming against her clit on each downward thrust. He wanted to hear the words spill from her lips.

“Good. It feels so good,” she panted and he felt the walls of her pussy tighten around his shaft.

“You’re. Mine,” he enunciated each word as he thrust himself into her over and over again. “Mine,” he repeated.

His words sent Aliya over the edge. She saw stars, as her pussy quaked and the heat of the man plunging into her sent wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her.

Jonathan too was there. She watched the man’s face tighten with his own loss of control as he pumped into her furiously. She could not keep up the rhythm as he spilled his seed inside her, and then stilled with his own release ongoing. But instead of slipping out of her liked he’d done before, he rolled so she was atop him, his cock still deeply planted inside her.

She lie there, head pressed against the hard planes of his chest, and listened to his heart. It thundered in his chest, much like hers was doing at that moment. She felt his hands caress her back, and the sensualness of it had tears spring to her eyes.

She kept her face hidden. She didn’t want him to see that. She knew she was beginning to care for this man. More than she should so soon. But it still felt right, even if she thought she didn’t deserve it.

Their bodies lie intertwined for a while. Neither of them spoke, they just touched and stroked one another wordlessly, until she felt him begin to stir within her. His cock was growing larger inside her. When she felt his hands squeeze and cup her ass, she knew he was ready for more. And she was ready too. She’d never felt so complete.

It went on like that all night. Lots of touches. Not many words. None were needed.

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The dawn’s early
light was cascading through her windows when Aliya felt the bed shift once more. Her groggy head sensed this was different from the other times. She felt a chill as Jonathan pulled away from her. Her tired and exhausted body yearned for him to stay.

“Hush now,” he crooned in the pale morning light. “Stay in bed. I have an early meeting,” he informed her. He also wanted to get in an early workout at the gym.

“Let me make you breakfast,” she managed to get out.

“No, darling. It’s okay.” He pushed aside a strand of hair that had fallen across her face and pressed a light kiss to her cheek. A sleeping Aliya was even more beautiful than he ever imagined. She took his breath away. “But I want to see you again, and again, Aliya.” His voice was thick with the emotion he felt, yet did not have the words to express.

She smiled as her eye lids fluttered closed once more. Her lashes dark against her tanned skin. Just remarkable, he thought as she faded into slumber.

She murmured softly in her sleep and rolled over onto her back. The blanket shifted, and one rosy tipped nipple peeked out. His body had a mind of its own. His cock sprung to immediate attention. He could not help himself and lifted the blanket just a tad so he could see both of her perfect breasts. God, she was beautiful. To him, the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

Fuck the gym, he thought, as his mouth descended. He could work out later. He bent to take her nipple into his mouth.

Aliya moaned her pleasure, and her eyes peeped open once more. He saw her desire and that was all it took to convince him he could stay just a little bit longer. “I guess I can be late,” he murmured around her breast as he felt her arms pulling him back to her.

“I’m glad,” she panted reaching for the last condom on her bedside table.

He was lost. “Fuck it.” He stammered and climbed on top of her as she pulled the condom out of the foil package and slid it down his hard as granite cock. He didn’t think he could ever get enough of Aliya Chance.

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I
t was a
long day, but Jonathan got a lot accomplished despite his long night. He was bone tired, but still wanted to see Aliya later. Time was running out on their accounting crisis, and the books were still a mess and scattered all over his office. He had the files all sent to his computer, but there was something about the print outs that helped him to sort it out. He had already caught a few simple discrepancies on his own, but nowhere near the millions that were missing. The mistakes he caught were childish in nature. Orders had been placed for goods or services, and decimals put in the wrong spot. Three times he found it, 234.00 was inadvertently recorded as an expense of 23,400. That had been the biggest error he’d found so far. The kitchen’s order of fresh garlic. He shook his head at the foolish error.

His mother would still be gone for another week. February was passing them by, and the audit was next week. He had to figure it out.
Where was the money going?
He was sitting on the small sofa in his office examining the alcohol orders when his brother came in to say good night.