"That's it, baby, that's how I like it," Roxy moans as I nibble and lick her clit. "Oh, Jake, oh, fuck, right there . . . oh, fuck, right there . . ."
I find the spot that she's looking for and lick faster, but with feather light strokes I devour her, my body aching as my cock presses against the fabric of my pants. I want to fuck her so badly.
Suddenly, Roxy's hips lift off the bar, her thighs clamping around my ears as she comes. I hold her close, my hands reaching up to take hers as her body shakes like a leaf in the wind.
When she comes down, she's still gasping, her face covered in sweat as I pull my head out from under her skirt and she strokes my face. "You sure do like going down on me, don't you?"
"It's a gift," I tease, pulling her closer. "Now . . ."
"Your turn," she says, glancing around. "This is way too high for you to fuck me though."
I look and realize Roxy's right. I pick her up off the bar, looking at a nearby table before she squirms and turns around, bending over one of the barstools as she grabs the thin chrome railing that goes around the whole thing. I can't help it, I grin. "You know just how to look sexier every time."
Roxy looks back, giving me a saucy grin. "Well, are you going to fuck me or compliment me?"
I growl lightly, lifting her skirt before smacking the upturned curve of her ass, Roxy gasping at the flat crack of my hand on her skin. I can just see her glistening pussy lips from behind the way she's bent over, and my cock pulses to my heartbeat as I pull my shirt off and reach into my pants pocket, taking out a condom.
"No," Roxy whispers as she sees the package. "Please, Jake. I love you. I want to feel you. All of you. No condom."
I nod and let the condom tumble from my fingers to the ground, instead running my hands over Roxy's ass. I undo my pants the rest of the way and take my cock out, letting it bob to my heartbeat as I line myself up. I take her hips in my hand as I thrust my hips slowly, letting her juices coat my cock as I slide between her lips, my cockhead rubbing over her clit as she moans.
I line up my cock with her pussy, pausing. "You sure?"
"I am," she says softly, looking over her shoulder. "Never been surer."
I nod, pushing forward. My cock stretches Roxy open, and the feeling as I thrust into her in one long, deep stroke sweeps away all thought in a wave of static. I can't think. I can only feel as I grab her by the waist and pull back, thrusting harder and deeper into her.
My body is on fire, and I stroke in and out quickly. I can't take my time. There's no way I can hold back as she drives me wild. I'm grunting, sweat dripping down my face as I spank her ass, Roxy yelping and pushing back into me, meeting my thrusts with her ass, our hips smacking together with sharp slapping sounds. I pound her body, driving deeply into her with each hard stroke of my steely hard dick. I pull her harder into me, grabbing her elbows and fucking her harder, each moan and cry from her lips pushing me faster and faster.
I feel my cock swell. I can't hold out much longer, but I don't care. I'm going to fill her up. With one more stroke, I'm pushed over the edge, and I cry out harshly, slamming my cock deep into Roxy. She cries out too, her pussy clamping tight on my cock as she comes with me, the both of us frozen as I hold her, unable to let go.
When our bodies relax again, I slide her off the barstool, gathering Roxy in my arms as she wraps her legs around me, burying her face in my neck. "I've got you, my love."
"Love . . . I never thought I'd hear a man say that to me," Roxy whispers. "Jake . . . even if it's secret, I have to have your love."
Her words hurt, and I set her on the barstool, stepping back to shake my head. "No."
"No, what?" she asks, and I hear a hint of fear in her voice.
"It's not going to be a secret. Roxy, I don't care about the rules anymore, consequences be damned. Nathan won't care. It's only the office. Well, you're more important than being Regional President of Franklin Consolidated."
Roxy beams as she looks around and finds her top, then she grins. "I guess I'm pretty special?"
"The most special," I reassure her, finding my pants and pulling them on. "Now, there is one thing we still need to do before we get out of here though."
"What's that?"
I chuckle and point behind Roxy. She turns, gasping when she sees the glint of light on the camera lens. "We were on camera?"
"Yep. Unless you want to run the risk of becoming Internet infamous, I think we should stop by the security office and delete the past hour or so of tape."
Chapter 21
Jake
I feel like a new man Monday morning as I get ready for work. The shackles that constrained me? I've released them. I no longer feel the need to play by the rules. I'm going to proudly have Roxy on my arm. Let the whole world see that I'm the luckiest man in all the world.
Of course, I'm still going to do my best to uphold decorum at work and keep it professional, but I'm not going to deny anything if I'm approached about it. It's my business what I do when I'm not at work, and there's no way I'm going to let anyone dictate anything to me. If Corporate wants to throw a piss party about it, let them.
I finish buttoning up my shirt, the classic blue with white collar, and tighten my tie before I get my coat and leave my room. I pause in the hallway, admitting to myself that I'm not looking forward to going to Sophie's room after the other night. We haven't talked much since. Sunday had about three words, and Sophie only came out of her room when it was time to get takeout. She wouldn't even let me cook her breakfast but instead took a couple of packets of Pop Tarts into her room.
I try her doorknob, but it's locked. I lean my head forward and almost rest it against the wood. I want to bang on the door, demanding she let me in. We've been lucky. We haven't had anything like this happen before. Instead, I remember what Roxy told me, and I take a deep breath. Knocking softly, I force myself to talk normally. "Sophie? Time to get ready for school."
Her door opens so quickly that I don't even have time to lower my hand. "Already am," she says sullenly, brushing past me as I take a stunned half step back. She stalks down the hallway, and I follow her into the kitchen, watching as she half slings her backpack onto the table.
"So what would you like . . ."
"Not hungry," she says before I can set my coat aside and grab a skillet. "Already had a Pop Tart."
I can't lie, her words really sting. I've cooked her breakfast every morning that I've been home for as long as I can remember. Now, she's eating goddamn Pop Tarts, of all things. But at least she's talking.
"Okay," I say, mixing up a meal replacement smoothie of my own. It's green and tastes like I'm licking the inside of a lawnmower, but it's quick. Just as I choke down the last of the gloop, Sophie crosses her arms over her chest.
"Can we go?"
I grab my jacket, fishing out a breath mint as we go downstairs. On the way to school, she's silent, staring out the window as the city rolls by. Finally, when we're about a half mile away from school and stopped at a red light, I can't take it anymore. "Look, I'm sorry about what happened. And you're right, I'm not Dad, but I can't allow you to break the rules or the law, no matter how much that makes you hate me."
"I don't hate you," she says quietly, still looking out the window.
I snort. "Sure have been acting like it. We've always been close."
Sophie turns, looking at me, and I see the same stubbornness that I swear must run in our family. "I just didn't think it was fair. Jax is not a bad guy."
I could argue the point. "It might be true," I say, "but the fact that he's going out with a minor and thought it was okay to bring you to a club says he doesn't think."
"Jake-"
"Hang on, I'm not done," I say quietly as the light turns green. "Sophie, I'm only going to say this once, and I don't have a lot of time. First, I love you. I'm kind of learning as we go on, so I'm nowhere near perfect. But I know guys like this Jax. Maybe he does care about you. But if he does, then he should care enough not to be doing the things he did. He should respect you. Don't settle for a guy who won't."
Sophie says nothing. I pull up in front of her school and look over at her. "I'm on your side in this. I know I've been lax and haven't been paying attention to you. I promise I'll do better."
"Right," she says sarcastically. Shit, most of my talk didn't get through to her. "Have a nice day at work." She gets out and shuts the door hard, just short of slamming it.
I sigh. With all the good things going on, I guess everything in life can't be perfect.