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Jordan

“ S on of a bitch,” I groan when I step outside of the arena and find Sutton waiting for me.

She looks as beautiful as ever with her hair pulled away from her face in a ponytail and her cheeks pink.

The afternoon sun casts a halo around her head.

Her purple top molds to her tits, turning my dick to steel.

Her jeans hug her curves, sending beads of sweat rolling down my back.

“Well, hello to you too,” she says, smirking at me as she pushes away from the wall, sashaying in my direction. “Last I checked, I wasn’t the son of anything.”

“Why are you here, Sutton?” I growl, so fucking hard it hurts.

“Because I like seeing the way the muscle in your jaw tics whenever you look at me. Sometimes, your eye twitches at the same time, and I get a two-for-one.” She smiles sweetly, tipping her head to the side. “Have you ever considered meditation? I’ve heard it does wonders for the disposition.”

“My goddamn disposition is fine.” I step around her to head to my truck as if that’s going to keep me from putting my hands all over her. I’m hanging by a thread here, and every word from her mouth tips me closer to the point of no return.

I need to think, to figure out what the fuck I’m going to do before I do something that we can’t take back.

And I can’t do that with her standing in front of me, looking like heaven.

All I want is to yank her into my arms and never come up for air again.

But is that the best thing for her? It damn sure would be for me.

“Uh-huh. You know, the guy who got eaten by the bears said the same thing about their dispositions,” she says, strolling along at my side. “And then he got eaten by the bears.”

I know what I’d like to eat. It’s five feet eight inches of fiery, relentless heaven.

I cut my eyes in her direction. “You saying I’m a bear, princess?”

“If the growl fits,” she says, shrugging.

I crack a smile despite myself as we reach my truck. “What does that make you then?”

“Funny.” She flashes me a grin. “And relentless. I did warn you that I wasn’t going anywhere.”

She did, didn’t she?

“Why?”

“You mean aside from your winning disposition?”

“Why, princess?” I bite out, that thread fraying.

Her expression sobers, her grin slipping. “I missed you, Jordan. Is that so wrong? I freaking missed you.”

Fuck. Me, this, and everything. How the hell am I supposed to keep my hands to myself when she says shit like that and means it?

When she looks at me like she regrets the hell out of letting me walk out of her life the first time?

Jamison doesn’t have a damn thing to do with what’s between us, and he won’t.

This is about us. It’s about what should have been a long fucking time ago.

I pop the locks and toss my bag inside, moving slowly. Giving her time to change her mind and run.

She doesn’t.

“There’s another important story about bears you really should have paid attention to, Sutton,” I murmur, turning toward her.

She stares up at me with wide eyes, the pulse in her throat fluttering. “What story is that?”

“Don’t poke them with sticks,” I growl, pinning her against the side of the truck. My body presses into hers, her curves yielding to me as her hands land against my shoulders. I’m not sure if she intends to pull me closer or push me away, but I don’t wait around to find out.

I slant my mouth down on hers, stealing the gasp from her lips.

Her taste hits my system like a drug. I groan, sinking into her. Fucking devouring her.

Goddamn, that tongue is heaven. Her lips are soft, her breath warm. She whimpers, her tongue fighting with mine for control. I don’t let her have it.

I push her deeper against the truck, nipping her bottom lip in a silent demand for obedience. She thrusts her hands in my hair, pulling in response. Her gorgeous body moves against mine in a way that feels all too right.

“Jesus Christ,” I growl, pinching one hard nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

I don’t give a fuck where we are. I don’t care who can see us.

I’ve wanted my hands on her body for six years.

If she didn’t want them there, she should have run when she had the chance because she was right about me. I have changed.

I’ve had years to grow greedy and selfish. Years to think about every filthy thing I wanted to do to her. And years of jacking my cock with her name on my lips, believing that’s as close as I’d ever get to worshipping her perfect little body.

But she’s here now, opening for me. Whimpering for me. Writhing all over me. It’s my name on her lips, my hair in her hands. And it’s far too late to stop me now.

I tried to do the right thing but tempt not a desperate motherfucker. And this motherfucker has been drowning in desperation for years.

“That mouth is trouble,” I groan, running my free hand down her body. “It might just damn us both.”

“Then let it,” she whispers, writhing against me. “Jesus, Jordan. You’re so hard right now.”

A wild laugh rumbles from my lips. “Been that way for six years because of you, princess.” My fingers slip beneath the waistband of her jeans. “Now, you get to pay for it.”

“Punish me then,” she moans, her eyes wild, her tits heaving in her top. “Just…don’t fucking stop, Jordan. Please.”

As if I could. As if I would. That train left the station as soon as she appeared in the conference room. We both know it. All my denying, all my hesitating…it was only a matter of time before we ended up right here, just like this.

I shove my hand into her panties, my eyes locked on her face. She’s so damn wet, her bare skin burning hot against my fingertips. “Is this how you want me to punish you, princess? You want me to make you ride my fingers right here in the parking lot?”

“Yes!”

I give her what she wants, grinding my thumb against her clit as I kick her legs apart, giving myself room to work. One finger circles her opening, teasing her.

“Eyes on me, Sutton,” I order. “I want you to know it’s me ruining you.”

“I-I know,” she moans. “I know it’s you.”

I grunt, satisfied with her response. I don’t care who she’s been with or how many over the last five years. I’m the one who matters. The only one she’ll remember.

I slowly push one finger inside her, watching the pleasure overtake her expression. Goddamn, she’s beautiful like this. Completely captivating.

“Fuck,” I groan. “You’re tight, baby.”

“Jordan,” she whimpers.

I thrust my finger deeper, sinking it all the way to the knuckle. Her inner muscles flutter around me, squeezing for dear life. How the fuck am I supposed to fit my cock in this pretty little hole when she’s this damn tight?

I toy with her, pressing and twisting, fucking her with that single finger. Driving us both wild. My dick is so hard it hurts. But I’m an asshole who is never satisfied, not when it comes to her.

I want more, so I take more. I slowly work a second finger inside her, stretching her open. And then add a third.

She’s dripping around me. Wrecked.

“Look at you,” I croon as she rocks against my hand, her eyes so dilated with pleasure they’re practically black. “Fucking my fingers like a good little girl. Does it feel good, Sutton? Is this how you wanted to be punished?”

“Jordan…please,” she groans.

“Please what? Tell me.”

“Make me come!” she cries, her voice ringing out around us.

“No.”

She meets my gaze, her expression wild, furious. “P-Please.”

“This is your punishment, remember?” I smirk, twisting my hand to grind my thumb against her clit again. “I get to decide how long it lasts. I get to decide how long to torture you. This body is mine to play with now, princess.”

“It…it’s always been yours!” she cries.

Fuck. Is she saying…?

I can’t even finish the thought before I lose it. I bury my free hand in her hair, pulling her into a desperate kiss. The sounds of her pleasure ring around us, the wet suck of her cunt around my fingers, her whimpers and moans…

I grind my thumb against her clit again and again. This isn’t punishment. This is salvation. It’s the closest to heaven I’ve ever been. And it’s so fucking good.

I pillage her mouth, thrusting my fingers into her again and again, desperate to get her there, to claim her pleasure as mine.

To own one little piece of her perfection.

It was supposed to be mine from the moment we met.

And maybe that’s wrong. Maybe I’m going to hell for it but fuck it.

That doesn’t matter now. I’m not sure it ever really did.

Her pussy clamps around my fingers as she shatters, moaning my name against my lips. And that sound—that perfect sound I’ve tried to imagine countless times over the years—is my undoing.

Cum shoots up my shaft, my cock jerking in my pants as I come all over myself with my fingers in her body and her cries whispering in my ear.

When it’s over, I press a soft kiss to the side of her throat, my breath ragged, and then slowly slip my hand from her pants. She whimpers when I bring them to my lips, licking her taste from them.

“Get in the truck, Sutton.”

Her tongue skates across her bottom lip in a nervous move. “W-why?”

“Because if you don’t, I’m going to pop that perfect cherry right here against the side of my truck. It’s mine, princess. I want it.”

“Jordan,” she whispers, heat flaring in her eyes.

“Get in the truck.”

She stares at me for a long moment and then slowly, intentionally reaches for the door handle.

I want to roar in triumph. This pretty little princess is mine.