Nova 05 Ruin Me (2 page)

“Whoops.” I slam the door then move to the next one.

“Be careful,” Clara warns. “I don’t want to see that again.”

I rap my knuckles on the door. “What? Leather doesn’t turn you on?”

“Not when it looks like that.” Her face scrunches in disgust.

I laugh as I crack the door open and strain my ears for voices on the other side. After I’m convinced the room is vacant, I enter the small room and flip on the light.

“It’s an office,” Clara remarks, her gaze roving across the mahogany desk, bookshelves, filing cabinets, and leather chair.

“I can go check the other room.” I turn around to leave, but she captures the hem of my shirt.

“No, this works.” Her cheeks pink as she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth.

My brow arches. “You have an office fantasy or something?”

She reluctantly shrugs then releases my shirt. “Maybe.” She gives me a sidelong glance and desire burns in her eyes.

“Busted.” A grin curls at my lips. “You so do.”

“So what if I do?” She faces me with her shoulders squared. “It’s not that strange of a fantasy.”

“Nope, not at all.” I grin. “Do you want me to go find a suit and tie for you and put it on? I could dress the part of the powerful business man so you can play the naughty secretary.”

“Whatever. You know me well enough that you’d have to play the naughty secretary and I’d play the dominant boss.”

“All right, then.” I span my arms out as I back further into the room. “Come on boss. Come dominate me.” When my ass bumps against the edge of the desk, I hoist onto it with my legs dangling over the edge and wait. I fight back a smirk as she fidgets with the bottom of her dress, like she’s unsure of what the hell to do next. “Oh, my God.” I press my hand to my chest. “Did I actually strike Clara McKiney speechless?”

Her eyes narrow and she elevates her chin. “You know what? You asked for it.” She struts toward me, emphasizing the sway of her hips.

My heart thumps inside my chest, like a goddamn drummer on crack. I grip the desk to stop from reaching out to grab her, wanting to let her do her thing.

“Aw, look at you and your swagger,” I joke, my gaze drinking in the curves of her body.

“Jax?” She wets her lips with her tongue when she reaches me.

My eyes distractedly drop to her mouth. “Yeah…?”

“Shut up.” She slams her lips against mine so forcefully our teeth clank together. I end up biting her lip, and she groans in response, grasping at the front of my shirt and yanking me closer. “Take off your pants,” she breathes against my mouth then nips at my lip.

I willingly lean back, tug my shirt over my head, and discard it on the floor. Then our lips magnetize together, our tongues tangling as her breasts smash against my chest. She flattens her palm across my stomach and groans again, intensifying the kiss, sucking the breath from my lungs. My hands travel along her curves, grip her waist, and fist the fabric of her dress.

“Clara,” I whisper huskily as my fingers travel to the bottom of her dress, “take it off.”

She moves back, grabs the bottom, and lifts it over her head. Her eyes are wide and glossy as she chucks the dress on the floor, and her chest heaves as she stands vulnerably in her lacey bra and panties. I’ve never seen her without so many clothes on before. Usually she won’t undress more than necessary.

Her skin is like silk, the curves of her body flawless, and I want nothing more than to bite her toned ass.

“God, you’re beautiful.” My hand drifts toward her, but her fingers enfold around my wrist.

“Slow.”  Her attention darts back and forth between the dress on the floor and me. She looks like she wants to get dressed again, but I kiss her before she can.

Gripping her ass, I pull her up on the desk. She whimpers as she lands on top of me then scrambles to try and climb off. I quickly cup the back of her head, tangle my fingers through her hair, and tug at the roots, guiding her mouth back to mine. I kiss her fiercely, and she relinquishes, straddling my lap.

My fingers sketch a path down her spine, causing a shiver to course through her body. Her back arches, and her hips thrust against mine as my hand reaches the bottom of her back. Even through my jeans, her warmth makes my cock hard. I moan as she lightly traces her teeth across my tongue. My body convulses as if I’m a fucking virgin again.

“Good fucking hell, this feels so good.”

She pushes back, rakes her fingers through her hair, and then she stares down at me, her blue eyes sparkling like sapphires. “Take off your pants.”

“You’re really getting off on this bossy thing, aren’t you?” I slip my hand underneath her ass to unzip my jeans.

She holds up her thumb and finger an inch apart. “Just a little.”

“Fine by me.” I wiggle my jeans and boxers down as far as I can get them with her sitting on me. Then my cock springs free, and she gasps from the contact.

I reach around her to unhook her bra, but she grasps my fingers before I can unfasten the clasp.

“I have to keep some boundaries,” she says, struggling for air. “And I’ve already crossed a line with the dress.”

I groan in frustration, but remember I agreed to this.

“Fine.” I tuck my hands under my head and rest back. “Have your way with me then.”

She angles her head to the side and her expression fills with uncertainty. “Do you… have something?”

“You know I do.” My gaze remains fixed on her. “It’s in my pocket.”

“In the front pocket or the back?”

“The back.” A lazy smile sprawls across my face.

She shakes her head. “You’re so enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Enjoying what?” I ask innocently.

She playfully scowls at me. “The thought that I’m going to have to reach back there and feel your ass to get it.”

“Now, why would I enjoy that?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you like your ass getting fondled.”

I glare at her and she grins wickedly. Then her hand dives underneath me, and she feels around until she finds the condom in my back pocket that I solely tucked in there because I knew this was going to happen tonight—it’s becoming a Friday night routine.

She pinches my ass as she withdraws her fingers, making me flinch. “Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy that.” She smirks then tears open the wrapper with her teeth.

I don’t deny it. I enjoy everything when it comes to being with Clara. I don’t tell her that, though; otherwise she’ll be out the door before I could even get my pants up.

She rolls the condom on my cock then moves her panties to the side and starts to lower herself onto me. Meeting her halfway, I raise my hips and thrust deep inside her. She gasps with her head tipped back and her chest arched out.

It’s the goddamn sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

Our hips grind together as we move rhythmically. Our skin dampens, and our breathing turns ragged. My body pleads for more.

“Jax,” she cries out, her fingernails piercing my chest. “Harder.”

She’s usually a little more reserved during sex. Having been with only one other guy before I met her, she told me she was clueless in bed. It must be the role playing bringing it out of her.

Giving her what she wants, I grab her waist, grip her tightly, and pound her hard until she comes apart in my arms. My eyes close as my body gives one last jerk, and I push deep inside her.

I momentarily drift away from reality, wishing I could stay there forever.

When I open my eyes again, she’s lying on top of me with her head tucked underneath my chin. My heart is pounding in my chest and I know she can feel it.

Knowing she’ll only remain this way for a few seconds longer, I seize the opportunity to kiss the top of her forehead. “That was good,” I whisper, drawing patterns on her back as I stare at the ceiling.

Moments later, Clara shifts off me to stand up. She bends over to scoop up her dress and slips back into it while I discard the condom and pull my jeans back up.

“So, now what do we do?” She bites on her thumbnail as she watches me pull my shirt over my head.

“We could do it again,” I suggest as I stretch out my arms and legs.

She laughs like I’m joking, but I’m not. “No seriously.” She checks the time on her watch. “I still have an hour before I have to go home. We could go get some ice cream or something. That is, as long as you’re sober enough to drive.”

At twenty-one years old, I find it odd that Clara has a curfew. Sometimes she tells me she has to go home early because of work, while other times she doesn’t give a reason. Up until a month ago, I had to leave early too, because my sister Avery had been working night shifts and needed me to watch Mason. It makes me really curious what awaits Clara when she returns home.

While she rarely speaks of her home life, I know that she lives with her mother, and that her father passed away a couple of years ago. I’ve also heard funny stories about her quirky neighbors but that’s about it.

“I had half a beer.” I hop off the desk and ruffle my hair into place. “Sex and ice cream, huh? Sounds like a pretty good night.”

 “See, that’s why I like you.” She grins as she combs her fingers through her hair. “Anyone else wouldn’t have wanted to leave the party to go get ice cream, but you totally get it.”

“Get what exactly?”

“My ice cream fetish.”

“Of course I do.” I desperately want to hold her hand as we head for the door. The urge is so intense I have to ball up my hands to stop myself from touching her. “Just like I now get your bossy fetish.”

“Yeah, thanks for helping me discover that one.” She flashes me another heart-stopping grin as she reaches for the doorknob.

“I can’t wait to explore more of your fetishes,” I say a little too loudly while she’s opening the door.

She shushes me, pointing a finger at me. “That’s secret information right there, so be careful who you tell.”

I drag my fingers across my lips. “You know my lips are sealed.”

“Yeah, I know.” Her posture relaxes. “Sorry if I’ve seemed a little bitchy lately. Things at home have just been intense.”

“Want to talk about it?” I ask as we enter the packed hallway.

She swiftly shakes her head with her attention on the stairway. “No. I deal with it enough while I’m there, so why would I ever want to talk about it?”

“To let some steam off?” It’s more of a question since I have no clue what the problem is. I wish I did, though. Wish she’d just open up to me.

Again, she shakes her head.

She remains quiet until we make it out of the house. Then we both let out a breath of relief as the silence and warm, humid night encompasses us.

“As hot as it is out here,” she fans her hand in front of her face as she trots down the porch stairs, “it’s like ten degrees cooler than the inside of that house.”

“That’s all part of the partying experience.” I follow her off the porch, and then we hike up the driveway toward where my Jeep is parked.

“I’ve never been one for partying.”

“Me neither.”

“Because of your mom?” she wonders, staring at the road in front of the house.

I nod, my jaw tightening at the mention of my mother.

The gravel crunches under our shoes as we fall into an awkward silence. She makes a quick stop at a car so she can retrieve her phone and wallet.

When she closes the door, she sputters an apology, “I’m sorry. I know you hate talking about your mom out loud.”

“It’s okay.” We reach the Jeep and I open the passenger door for her. “I never would have told you about her if I couldn’t handle you bringing her up.”

She looks remorseful as she swings around me. She must feel really terrible too, because she ends up giving me a quick kiss on the cheek.