Did she always smell this good?
“You could have called me, spitfire,” I murmur. “I’ve spent two years waiting for the name calls and abuse…”
“Don’t turn this on me, Farley!” she says, flaring up. “You had a phone in your office, too.”
“In all seven offices, actually.”
There’s another beat, and then we’re both whispering, “you stubborn ass,” at each other, just like we used to.
“I really am going to kiss you now,” I warn her, gazing at her perfect skin, her perfect lips, and those perfect eyes that are reeling me in, all over again.
“What have I told you before about issuing orders?” she says, cocking her eyebrows at me.
“…And then I’m going to follow you up into your apartment,” I continue, ignoring her. “But not before I’ve sneaked a peak at your ass on the way up. Only then, will I be stripping you down and dirtying up every part of you.”
“Jonas…”
But she shuts up pretty quick when I’m smashing my lips against hers.
15
Jonas
Present
She feels like water beneath my touch. We’re flowing toward the source—arching into one another, moaning curses and names into each other’s mouths, making up for a thousand lost moments
I’m letting it all go tonight.
I am not my father’s son.
I am a better man than he ever was.
I don't give a fuck if it’s Christmas Day tomorrow. I’m stepping down from Farley Industries as soon as I can. It’s been filling a void for as long as I can remember—my mother’s death, no Grace… And the thing is? I’m not so empty anymore.
Grace is going to take the world by storm as the new CEO of Parker & Fisk, and I want to be there to witness every single minute of it. I can recommend a great secretary to her, too.
“Oh God, Jonas!”
She’s so close... I can’t wait to feel her coming around my cock, so I inch her further up the wall in order to hit that sweet spot inside that’s going to make her lose her shit.
“Come for me, spitfire,” I gasp out, as lightning flashes up my spine and stars dance before my eyes. The mother of all orgasms is about to hit me.
We detonate together, breaking the dams, flooding her pussy with my cum.
“I fucking love Christmas!” I exclaim, and Grace dissolves into laughter in my arms.
“Does that mean I get a present tomorrow morning?”
“Maybe… On one condition.” I ease out of her and toss her onto the bed, before following her down, and rooting myself between her legs.
“And that is…?” She wraps her arms around my neck, and I feel bound to a future I’m pretty damn happy to feature in.
“There is no way in this whole fucking universe of crazy that I am ever buying you—”
“What?” she cries, her bare tits jiggling with impatience.
“No matter what color, or how bad you want it…” I tail off again, momentarily sidetracked.
“Jonas, I swear to God… What are you never going to buy me?”
She thinks I’m going to say a ring, but that’s already a done deal.
“Lingerie,” I say, swallowing her next question with a kiss. “I fuckinghatelingerie.”
“That’s okay,” she says, breaking away. “I prefer being naked around you, anyway.”
“Me too, baby,” I murmur, nuzzling into her hair. “Me, too…”
THE END
