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  “Really? What do you have your eye on?”

  “Maybe a cute, little, white Mercedes,” I said with a laugh. “But only after I’ve bought a property or two so it will be a few years yet.”

  I watched him smirking, shaking his head.

  “Jonathan, you can’t relate, can you?”

  What a rich brat. The car I had now would be considered decent by most normal people. Wisely, he said nothing.

  We arrived at the penthouse and went up the private elevator, straight to the apartment. He carried my bag upstairs, placing it on the luggage rack in his dressing room. He removed his jacket and shoes, dropping his wallet and keys in a bowl on the dresser. Then he came towards me, his arms outstretched.

  “Come here,” he said, taking me into his arms, holding me close. We hugged each other for several minutes, until he pulled away and gave me a sweet kiss.

  “Let’s get you into bed,” he said. “Do you want a T-shirt?”

  “No, I brought something to wear.”

  I grabbed the baby-doll slip I’d packed and went to the bathroom to change out of my clothes. I secured a silk hair band around my hair edges and tied my hair into a pony tail. When I got back, Jonathan had changed into black boxer shorts, looking as delicious as ever. He was just connecting his cell phone to the charger and about to get into bed. When he noticed me standing there he stared shamelessly, shaking his head.

  “Why would you wear that and expect me to let you sleep?” he asked seemingly perplexed, coming towards me.

  “Jonathan! You promised,” I accused, pouting prettily.

  He held up his hands in surrender and opened the covers for me. I slipped into bed and he immediately slid over to me, pulling me to his chest and I hooked one leg over his.

  I could feel him stiff under the covers and lowered my leg slightly; I felt him smile when he kissed my temple.

  “Sweet dreams, Lena.” he said soothingly, evidently holding himself back from what he really wanted. I remembered something that’d been niggling my mind for a while.

  “Jonathan?”

  “Mmm?”

  “Where are my panties?”

  “Which panties?”

  “The ones from our first encounter in the conference room?”

  He paused for a long moment.

  “Somewhere safe.”

  I smiled.

  “Good night.”

  “Night.”

  ****

  I woke up with Jonathan spooning behind me naked, his stiff cock poking suggestively right in the center of where my butt cheeks and thighs met. He was awake, stroking my back gently.

  “Hey,” I said, turning to face him.

  “Hey,” he said lowering his head for a kiss.

  I slipped out of bed and walked to the bathroom, noting it was just after 6.00am on the wall clock. I had to leave by 8.30am. I quickly brushed my teeth, and freshened up with a bunch of wet wipes. I took off my panties and slip and went back to the bedroom, totally nude. When he saw me, he dropped his phone on the night stand and half sat up against his pillows. I noticed how his arm muscles rippled as he sat up, and just below his defined abs, I could see the tent that’d pitched under the sheet between his legs.

  “Come here,” he said, reaching out his hand, his eyes sweeping up and down my naked body. His dark hair was tousled and sleep mussed as he grabbed a coupled of mints from his nightstand, waiting for me to go to him. I went to his side of the bed and he pulled me over him. I put my knees on either side of his thighs, my sex resting on his straining dick, with only the sheet between us. He was eye level with my neck and kissed it gently, tracing his tongue down to the dip in my shoulder. His hands came up to my breasts and he stroked around my nipples simultaneously in tiny circles, looking at them with wonder. It was then that I saw the swollen fingers from punching the thug the previous night. I gasped and grabbed his hand, tears welling up in my eyes.

  “Let me see, Jonathan,” I begged as he winched slightly, pulling his hand away.

  “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it,” he said continuing his trail of kisses. I couldn’t believe I’d gotten him hurt like this.

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered as a tear bloomed in my eye.

  He quickly kissed it away, hushing me then eased me to lean back from him as his lips sought my breasts. My pain quickly transformed into passion and I tilted them into his face as he hungrily took one dark nipple into his mouth sucking gently. I threw my head back and moaned lustfully, arching my chest into his tongue as he went back and forth between my nipples. He heaved my breasts together, rapidly licking my nipples one after the other, pressing my breasts into his face. I lowered the sheet, exposing his thick hard cock then placed my sex over it, still straddling him. I moved my waist in circles, rubbing the length of his cock with my sex. His hands lowered to my ass and he grabbed and squeezed it, removing more of the sheet that covered his thighs. Moisture from my sex surfaced, coating and slicking his cock.

  “Baby, I love this ass,” he breathed and he continued caressing it, kissing my breasts repeatedly.

  “Do you want to see what this ass can do?” I said as I opened his drawer and sheathed him, feeling the desperate need to fuck filling my core. I didn’t wait for him to answer and turned around to straddle him backwards. I reached between my legs for his cock and pointed it upwards, notching it between the lips of my sex. He was breathing in gasps and struggling to control his desire.

  “Fuck, baby; your ass. I can’t take it,” he pleaded, both his hands gripping my ass tightly. I carefully slid my sex down on him, his cock stretching me tightly. He cursed loudly while I waited a moment, shifting in different directions to adjust to his rigid girth. I began to move on his dick up and down, slowly taking in more of him until the lips of my sex were gripping the very base of his cock. He was deeper than I’d ever had him before. He growled loudly and began to jerk up and down, trying desperately to speed up the thrusts and increase friction.

  “Wait, baby,” I begged. “Let me take care of you; I know what you need, baby.”

  I leaned forward on his lower legs, giving him a full view of my ass then I began to slide up and down in his cock, slowly at first, titillating, teasing him; then faster, fucking with breathtaking speed, my ass slapping his thighs rhythmically. He sounded animalistic grunting primitively each time I slammed onto his cock. I squealed and moaned with pleasure as his cock stroked deep into me, reaching tantalizing spots I never knew existed. When I felt him stiffening, I knew he was close but I wasn’t ready for him to come yet; I was only just getting started. I gave a few more hard thrusts then rose up off his dick and stood up, walking towards the water bottle on the night stand on my side of the bed. He looked at me horrified, breathing heavily. I casually took a long sip from my bottle, catching my breath while I watched him.

  “What are you doing?” he asked, perplexed that I’d left him right at the point of climax.

  I walked back around to him, pushed him back against the bed-stand and straddled him while facing him.

  “I’m giving you some good loving, baby,” I whispered, giving him a long kiss.

  His sheathed dick was still slick with moisture and I slipped it back into my sex and began fucking hard without slowing down, my nipples grazing his sweaty chest; with my arms around his neck. Jonathan groaned loudly as I slammed down on his rigid cock. His thighs were as hard as rock and his hands held my waist tightly, lifting and lowering me mercilessly onto his straining cock. I felt his climax building again and quickly removed his hands and rose up off him. I walked towards the couch with my hips swinging suggestively, beckoning him with a finger.

  He hurriedly scrambled up, clearly disbelieving what was happening. I pointed to the spot for him to sit and he obeyed quickly, securing his condom and edging forward. He grasped his rigid cock with his hand, waiting to guide it into my tight clasp. I turned around and impaled myself on his throbbing cock and immediately began slamming hard onto it, tightening and clenchin
g the walls of my sex.

  “Lena, please let me come, fuck!” he growled between thrusts, his hands gripping the back of his couch while he jerked up to meet me thrust for thrust. He began to grind into me, twisting and fucking towards his orgasm. But I wasn’t done with him. I wanted him to think of me all day when I left. I got up, slid off him and walked towards the bed.

  “If you want it, then come and get it,” I said, beckoning him. But he wasn’t playing this game anymore. He pulled me to face him, kissing me fervently and sucking on my tongue, pulling my lower lip with his teeth while he walked me backwards. When my knees hit the bed, he pushed me backwards opened my legs wide and tongued my clit hard and fast, grunting desperately with each lick. He pushed my thighs and knees back towards my chest and increased his frantic licking, dipping his tongue in my clenching sex. I’d planned to keep pushing him to the limit, but he held me so firmly I couldn’t move or do anything, except absorb the relentless lashes of his tongue.

  My orgasm hit me with a bolt that traveled to my core, my body jolting with the climax. In a split second, his cock was driving into my sex, heightening my climax as a second wave hit me. I rode the wave as he held my thighs and knees firmly pressed to my chest, his six pack tightening and releasing with each powerful thrust. His slick cock was angled directly onto my G-spot, rubbing my clit from inside which had me gasping and climaxing again within seconds.

  “Lena, baby, I’m going to come so hard!” he hissed between clenched teeth and he climaxed hard, spurting with his cock buried deep inside my sex, pistoning madly; his rhythm faltering as he lost control.

  He collapsed onto me releasing my legs, breathing heavily; sweat running in rivulets down his body. Within minutes he’d turned me onto my stomach, lifting my waist to raise my ass. He quickly sheathed himself again, then entered my sex, thrusting hard from behind. I could tell this was no longer for me. This was for him and he drove hard towards another epic climax, gripping my ass firmly as he spurted while locked deep inside me again, as though he hadn’t just done so moments before. We both collapsed on the bed, with Jonathan pulling me to him, holding me so firmly to him, I was struggling to move.

  “I never want this to end,” he gasped and his grip only loosened when he began to doze.

  Chapter Eleven

  I never heard from Jonathan again for the rest of Sunday. I’d expected at least a call or text after the morning we’d had. I’d finally left his place, leaving him in his bed watching me sleepily as I got ready. I assigned the song “Don’t Let Go” by En Vogue as a custom ring tone for his number so I’d know if it was him calling; but my phone didn’t play the song even once. I began to wonder if the events of Saturday night with the thugs’d had more effect on him than he cared to admit. Perhaps he was feeling resentful that he’d been drawn into a fight because of me. I was determined not to call him instead until he called me. Desperation and chasing had been purged from my system after my heartbreak.

  After church and an afternoon at my mom’s place, I drove back to my apartment in Midtown, wondering about his silence and how I’d face him at work tomorrow. We’d be back in a controlled environment and this secret between us would remain hidden for all our sakes.

  As I scrolled through the TV channels, I came across a report of a photo shoot being done by Isabella in Miami, with the reporter mentioning her rumored imminent engagement to Jonathan Carter as they showed the photographs from last time. I switched off my TV in disgust before I heard anymore. Shereen was right; you only get called by a white male like Jonathan if it’s for a booty call. I shook my head at the situation. Perhaps by not calling, he was telling me not have exaggerated expectations of what we were. Maybe he and Isabella really had a thing and he just couldn’t tell me. I wondered how much longer I could last doing this, until we had a confrontation that would end this pseudo-relationship we shared. It’d have to be sooner rather than later.

  Monday, Jonathan’s office remained firmly shut and he didn’t come to work at all.

  He’s avoiding you, a little sneering voice in my head whispered. But then I thought about the other times we’d had sexual encounters; none of them had led to him initiating any drastic avoidance tactics. I couldn’t help wondering if something was wrong, but when I checked with a colleague, Jonathan had been giving instructions through Janice all day from an undisclosed location.

  Jonathan never showed up for Tuesday's meeting. I couldn’t help being distracted about his absence while the Business Development Manager, Mr. Wallace, chaired the meeting.

  After the meeting, all of us got busy with our work and the morning flew by quickly. Occasionally, I stole glances towards his office but the door was shut all morning. When I returned from lunch, I noticed his door was open and he was pacing his office while talking on the phone, one hand in his pocket. Shortly after that, I saw his lawyer being brought up by his assistant, Janice. It wasn't one of the company lawyers. It was his personal lawyer Mr. McCoy; the one we last heard about when he had a story going on in the tabloids. Before I joined his department, he’d been accused of breaking a photographer’s camera. After Mr. McCoy was brought in, the case had been dropped and was settled out of court. I was curious to hear about his latest shenanigans, relieved that it obviously had nothing to do with me.

  After a while, his lawyer left, looking very grim. A text buzzed on my cell phone. It was him.

  “My place. Tonight at 6pm. We need to talk.”

  Oh? It’s time to fuck, huh? I thought, feeling insulted by his blatant booty call. This man had ignored me for two days; I wouldn’t roll over so fast this time. I replied.

  “Can't. Have work tomorrow.”

  He replied after a few minutes.

  “It's important. I just had a meeting with my lawyer.”

  My heart dropped. What did that have to do with me?

  “What does that have to do with me?”

  He responded immediately.

  “Everything.”

  I got a sickening feeling in my gut. It must have something to do with the fight on Saturday night. Those thugs had made threats of retribution of some kind. Or perhaps our outing had resulted in photos of us together? Perhaps someone recognized him and we were about to be exposed? No, I thought, dismissing the other possibilities. It must be the fight. If it was published photos, someone would’ve said something to me by now. Perhaps when I left the penthouse, he’d been arrested for his ‘this is Sparta’ finishing move on those thugs; they’d been pretty bloodied. Or they found out who he was and were suing him? It was definitely to do with the fight.

  I looked at the time. It was just after 3.30pm. I had to get through a couple of hours with this horrible suspense. I wanted to bust into his office and demand an explanation right there and then, but I was sane enough to know the office might not be the best place to discuss how I got Mr. Carter involved in a fight while we were on a date night.

  I stared blankly at my screen and scrolled through client documents and emails, barely seeing them. To everyone else I looked busy. But my mind was preoccupied with this revelation that he wanted to see me about something he had to discuss with his lawyer. My mind scrolled through other possibilities. Perhaps another employee had seen us and reported it? Yes; that could be it. Someone had either caught us the first time we were together in the conference room after hours, or on the balcony at the mixer. Maybe seen texts between us or seen his medicals on my emails. Perhaps I’d been reported and because it involved Jonathan, he had the unenviable task of either firing me or suspending me from work. Some type of disciplinary action was probably required if lawyers had to be brought in. Maybe they’d seen it as an attempt by me to pursue my boss. I knew from the beginning this was short lived and wouldn't end well. Whatever it was, it was being handled at a high level to protect Mr. Carter from a scandal.

  5.30pm rolled around and I left for Jonathan's apartment. I hadn't noticed the time he left work so I assumed he was already home. I keyed in the parking code he’d g
iven me last time and parked close to his personal elevator, in one of his spots where we’d parked my Subaru on Saturday night. He was standing by the elevator, still in his work clothes but without a tie and jacket. He had his hands in his pockets and wasn't smiling. I was still in my black pin-striped skirt and cream blouse, having removed my jacket when I left work.

  I walked towards him, with my purse slung over my shoulder.

  "Hi, Mr. Carter."

  He didn't correct me. Okay, so we were back there.

  "Hi Lena.”

  The lift opened and he ushered me inside. It rose rapidly to his penthouse, slowing down as we reached the apartment.

  I felt awkward as he led me into his private office, leading me to sit on one of the couches. Okay. This was clearly business if he was bringing me in here. I looked around, unable to appreciate the soft leather, hard wood finishes and stunning paintings that adorned the walls, while I braced myself for what he had to say. He disappeared and came back in a few minutes with two glasses of what appeared to be brandy and handed me one, while sipping the other. I stared oddly at the glass; I wasn’t into hard liquor but I took a tiny sip, resisting a burning splutter that threatened to emerge from my throat. I felt unnerved, sensing the tension radiating from him as he sat on the arm rest of my couch. Even with this awkward tension, I couldn't help admiring his long legs and how his well cut shirt clung to his body. He set his glass down. I waited for him to speak.

  "Lena, I don't want you to worry." he began, leaning forward, his arm resting on his thigh.

  I set my glass down. I was now definitely worried.

  "Jonathan, please just tell me."

  "Lena, it's under control."

  I interrupted him.

  "What? What is under control? What's happening?" I couldn't stand the suspense.

  "The day you came here, almost two weeks ago. We were by the window."