Relentless (14 page)

Michaela opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, which was covered in beautiful white plaster swirls. This was definitely not her house; that kind of plasterwork didn’t come cheap and her home, while nice, didn’t have those kinds of expensive touches. It took her mind a few minutes to adjust and remember the events of the night before. A weight settled on her chest as the memories assaulted her. She turned her head to the side and saw Jordan lying on his side watching her. He looked sexy with his dark blond hair attractively mussed and his blue eyes looking slightly drowsy.

“Please tell me that it was all a bad dream and my house really didn’t burn down last night,” she pleaded in a small desperate voice.

Jordan reached out a hand to brush a stray curl out of her face. “Oh baby, I wish I could.”

Rolling to her side, she snuggled a bit closer to him enjoying the feel of his hard body so close to hers. She let out a dry laugh, “Oh well, at least I was only renting.”

He gave her an encouraging grin. “See there’s always a bright side.”

“But I have no stuff, nothing, nada. Not a tooth brush or a pair of underwear!” she lamented. The more she thought about it the more depressing things seemed. She was going to have to call the office and explain that she wasn’t going to be coming in today.

Jordan pulled her closer, rubbing his hands soothingly up and down her bare back. “Honey, it’s just stuff. You’ll shop and buy more,” he paused before adding, “and look how much easier it is for you to move in with me. We don’t have to worry about getting a moving van or anything.”

“You’re impossible!” She narrowed her eyes. “You didn’t by chance have my place burned down so I’d move in with you?”

He laughed knowing that she was joking. “As much as I like to get my way that would be a little extreme even for me, not to mention a little psychotic.”

“Good to know, but the whole thing is highly suspicious,” she said as she rubbed her naked body against his. She could feel his erection against her thigh and a she felt a tingle of anticipation shoot through her body.

He gave her an unrepentant grin. “It has worked out well for me hasn’t it?” he mused. “You’re here in my home, in my bed, and the bonus is that you’re naked because you have no clothes. For me everything is pretty much perfect.” He tugged at the sheet revealing her bare breasts and then rolled her to her back as he lifted himself above her.

“How is it that you have just made my house burning down seem like it might have been the best thing that ever happened to you?” she asked.

He lowered his mouth to hers and gave her a slow deep kiss. “Michaela,
you’re
the best thing that ever happened to me.”

She felt like she had just had the air sucked right out of her. “Wow, you keep saying things like that and I’m going to start believing you.” Her voice sounded a little breathless to her own ears.

He sat up on his haunches suddenly. “Roll over onto your stomach,” he directed.

She did as he asked without questioning him as she felt him rise off the bed. She watched as he went to the washroom and returned with a bottle of moisturizing cream.

“I think you deserve a relaxing massage to help with all the stress.”

“Hmmm, that sounds appealing,” she said as he crawled back onto the bed and proceeded to place his thighs on either side of her. She felt the cool lotion as he poured it on her back. His hands began to knead and rub her shoulders in slow seductive circles. He gradually worked his way down her back rubbing and massaging her until there was no tightness left. She felt him move back further and he poured more cream on the back of her legs. His hands stroked and soothed her thigh and calf muscles. Her entire body felt languid and aroused at the same time. Jordan’s hands reached between her legs and began stroking her the soft flesh of her inner thighs. She felt his fingers come so close to her pussy that her breath caught in anticipation. His hands moved away and then back again to tease and torment her. He kept repeating the cycle as her body clenched in anticipation, waiting and wanting his touch
there.

Again his hands moved away and she groaned in frustration. “Jordan!”

He laughed but didn’t respond to her plea as he continued to run his finger so close to her waiting cleft. She arched her hips hoping to bring him closer to what she wanted. She suddenly felt his finger graze along the bottom of her slit ever so slightly before returning to massage her legs.

“Oh please,” she begged her breath coming in uneven pants as her excitement grew.

“Please what, Michaela?” he asked in a husky voice.

“Please touch me.”

“But I am touching you. What is it that you want, baby?” his voice was teasing and sexy.

“Put your finger in me, I need to feel you inside me,” she said, too turned on to feel embarrassed.

He leaned forward and placed one finger inside her slick channel moving in and out in a slow deliberate motion. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” she said as she began thrusting her hips backward to meet his thrusts. “More!” As she moved, her clit rubbed against the mattress further stimulating her. She pushed back harder and moaned as his hand thrust forward. She rocked back and forth against his hand riding the sensations. She moved faster wanting to come on his hand. She felt totally depraved as she begged him for more, but she was beyond caring. She was so close to coming when she felt him withdraw from her body.

She moaned in protest. “Jordan, please don’t stop!”

“I want to come with you,” he said as he leaned over to the night table and retrieved a condom. “Just be patient,” he said as he quickly sheathed himself and then placed the head of his penis at her opening. He leaned over and put his mouth against her ear. “Are you ready for my cock?”

“Please, give it to me,” she said as her body tingled in anticipation, feeling totally debauched as she begged for more.

He rubbed himself in circles at the opening, teasing her further. She felt her body cream in response to his movement. Michaela moved her hips back to try to force him further inside her, but had no luck.

She heard his low chuckle. “Just wait baby, and enjoy.” His cock head teased and tormented her by moving in just little and then back out again.

The movements reminded Michaela of how Jordan’s finger had teased her earlier. Every time he entered her he went in just a bit further and then finally he was completely inside her.

For a moment Jordan didn’t move, he just savored the way she felt. Knowing he would never get enough of her. “Oh God, you feel so good.” He breathed into her ear as he began stroking her with deep hard thrusts.

Michaela felt as if her entire body was vibrating with sensation as she reveled in his possession. She met each of his strokes as he moved inside her tight sheathe. Her body was quivering with excitement as he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her tighter against him. She felt his mouth on her neck as he kissed and sucked, sending pulsing sensation throughout her body. Jordan’s mouth lowered and nipped at her shoulder, the feel of his teeth drawing out another groan from her.

He was so big and from this position he was embedded in her deeply, but instead of feeling overwhelmed she only wanted more. His thrusting pressed her pelvis hard against the mattress, which continued to excite her throbbing nub.

Jordan moved her hips slightly off the mattress so that her bottom was angled higher in the air. His cock was now penetrating her in a downward thrust and rubbing a sensitive spot she didn’t even knew she had. She suddenly learned what they meant by a g-spot orgasm when she exploded. As her body began to shudder and her cunt began to clench around his cock, she screamed unable to hold back her cries of ecstasy. She heard his cries follow and felt his body quake as he reached his own climax.

He collapsed on top of her breathing heavily and gave her gentle kisses along her shoulder. He pulled out of her and rolled over so that they we both facing each other, “I love you Michaela,” he said as he place a soft kiss on her mouth.

“Oh, Jordan, I love you too,” she said her voice sounding sad even to her own ears.

“Michaela, it’s not a death sentence. It’s a happy thing.” His tone reflected his exasperation.

“I know, just feeling a little scared,” she explained hoping he’d understand.

“I think you just need time to trust what’s between us is real. I’m not going anywhere and you’re not going to find me in bed with some other woman.”

“Well, that’s what they all say,” Michaela shot back in a half-joking tone.

Jordan was about to respond when her cell phone started to ring. She reached over to the bedside table and saw that it was her office calling. She was horrified to realize that she had forgotten to call them and let them know she wouldn’t be coming in this morning.

She put the phone to her ear. “Hello.”

Her senior manager, Dan Burrow was on the line. “Michaela, we were expecting you in this morning. Is something wrong?” he asked sounding more irritated than concerned.

“Yes, I’m sorry I haven’t called, but my house burned down last night,” she explained.

Dan’s voice sounded stunned as he answered. “You’re kidding, right?”

“I wish I were. I lost everything but the clothes on my back.”

Dan’s tone was now a great deal more sympathetic. “Are you okay? You’re not hurt are you?”

“No, I’m fine. I wasn’t inside the house when it happened. Although I was lucky enough to see it burn when I arrived.”

“Do you know what caused the fire?” Dan asked is a curious voice.

“No, not yet, but the fire department is still investigating,” she told him.

“I guess you’re going to need a couple of days to get back on your feet. Let me know when you can get back to the office.”

Michaela certainly appreciated his sympathy and sighed in relief. “Thanks Dan. I’ll get back to the office as soon as I can.”

“Give me a call tomorrow and let me know how it’s going.”

“Okay, I’ll call you,” she said ending the call. She looked over at Jordan. “Well, that went better than expected.”

Jordan looked slightly surprised. “Did you think he was going to be angry because you couldn’t make it to work?”

Michaela nodded, running her hand through her tangled mop of curls. “Actually, I did. Dan’s not a very sympathetic boss.”

“Well maybe you should come work for me. I can guarantee you some exciting lunch hours.”

She threw back her head and laughed. “You just never give up! I really shouldn’t be enjoying myself this much the day after my house burned down.”

He grinned. “You should know by now I don’t stop until I get what I want.” He looked over at the clock noticing the time. “I’m really sorry but I have to go into the office. I have a really important meeting. Will you be all right here?” he asked.

“Don’t worry about me, I’m a big girl. I’ve a lot of calls to make including my parents and the insurance company and then I’m going to have to go out and get some clothes.”

“Do you want my driver to take you shopping?”

“Since when do you have a driver?” she asked and suddenly remembered him getting in a Bentley after he left her house on Saturday morning.

“I’ve had one for a while, but he’s at your disposal now. Paul will take you anywhere you want,” Jordan told her.

“You deliberately kept me from knowing you had a driver all this time, didn’t you?” she demanded.

“Of course I did, because if you knew about the driver you might have gotten suspicious,” he answered in a calm tone.

“It’s clear to me that I’m going to have to start reading the business page!”

The worst part was that she felt like an idiot for being completely oblivious to his wealth and position. She looked around the bedroom noticing the expensive furnishings that had been arranged with a decorator’s touch. The furniture was obviously high end, custom made pieces. The dark maple wood of the four-poster bed was just the first clue of understated wealth. She was currently ensconced in what she was sure were expensive Egyptian cotton sheets topped by a Burgundy duvet that was filled with a ridiculous amount of down. The room was beautiful and fit the era of the classic brownstone home in which Jordan lived. Although he certainly could have afforded a more expensive home, this one probably cost him a couple of million. She was a complete and utter fool.

Of course in her defense, she hadn’t been to his home before. She’d assumed he didn’t want her to see his messy apartment. Their time together had been spent at her place, going out to dinner, and the odd trip to a museum or art gallery. Suddenly things made more sense.

“You made sure we didn’t spend any time here? If I’d come here, I might have begun thinking this place was pretty expensive for a guy in sales.”

He nodded, but did not show any signs of remorse. “Michaela it was a small deception. I’ve apologized, but I don’t regret getting to know you without all the money in the way.”

She thought about his answer for a moment trying to understand his motivation. He obviously wanted to be sure she didn’t want him for his money and then a thought occurred to her. “Do you always do this?”

He shrugged casually. “I try, but it usually doesn’t work.”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh, I get it because most intelligent people read the business page, right?” They were still sitting in Jordan’s bed so he leaned over and wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close before answering her question.

“Hey, you brought it up. Don’t be mad at me, but yeah most people recognize my name.”

“Oh My God, Joyce knew, didn’t she?” she asked in a demanding voice.

“Yes, Joyce knew. You know, I was always surprised she didn’t say anything to you since you were friends.”

Michaela snorted saying sarcastically, “Oh yeah, she was a great friend.” It really bothered her that Joyce knew everything about Jordan’s company and wealth while she had been completely ignorant. “It’s really shocking that in addition to sleeping with my fiancé she forgot to mention that you were mega rich. The sneaky little bitch.”