Owned By Fate(26)

He’d done it all with one move.

“First of all, I plan on getting you out of this dress every man in the vicinity is admiring. And in case you were wondering, right now I’m letting every one of them know where I’ll be inside of the hour. Pumping between these beautifully spread legs. Servicing this body of yours with mine. Fucking it.” A groan escaped him as his mouth settled on her neck, a single finger tugging on the garter she’d worn against her better judgment. She felt his mouth curve into a smile against her neck at his discovery. “Before we get there, though, I have to get that pussy wet. Don’t I, Caroline? Your irresistibly tight pussy. My tongue and fingers get you first, but as soon as you’re slippery enough, you belong to my cock. Is that clear enough for you?”

“Yes,” Caroline managed huskily, her world tilting further askew with each word out of his mouth. Every cell in her body screamed toward him, leaving her lightheaded. Need him was all she could think, every intelligible thought in her head floating away on velvet air.

Jonah pulled back slightly to study her face, his gaze hot. “And along the way, sweetheart, I’m going to spank your heart-shaped ass, which happens to be sexy as fuck. I might even use a paddle. How do you feel about that?”

She sucked in a shaky breath. “Suddenly not so conflicted.”

“Be clear.”

“Yes. I…want that.”

“Excellent.” He swallowed the remains of his drink. “I’m going to bring you upstairs now, Caroline. Next time you’re down here, you’ll have been very thoroughly fucked.”

…

Well, that went according to plan.

As Jonah twisted his key to bring his personal elevator downstairs, he cast a look at Caroline, who stood beside him still as a statue, looking shell-shocked. He felt a pinch of satisfaction over rendering her speechless for once, but it was short-lived. He’d played right into her hands. The moment she’d arrived, he’d sensed her carefully constructed wall, knew she’d come here tonight merely to get him out of her system. Hell, she’d dressed like a goddamn sacrifice. At a quick glance, her nude-colored dress could fool you into thinking she stood naked in his bar, a tempting beacon among the sea of black. As a result, the powerful, possessive surge he’d felt toward her had hindered his judgment, allowing him to correctly prove her obvious theory that he was nothing more than a base, sexual creature.

Just before the words had begun pouring out of his mouth, he’d guessed her intention. She’d goaded him into dehumanizing himself, as a helpful reminder of how different they were. How vastly their worlds differed. How much she loathed being attracted to him because it made her a hypocrite. Even recognizing her goal, he hadn’t been able to stop himself from outlining his intentions for the night. He’d felt a driving urge to shake her up, scatter that cool logic she always employed, until she saw nothing but him. Wanted nothing but him.

Now, however, Jonah couldn’t help but feel slightly hollow. While he still desired her to a painful degree, he couldn’t help the yawning need for…more. For her to see him as something beyond a man who wielded control in the bedroom or owned a club that gave people the freedom to explore their cravings. The wish died out as quickly as it had sparked. Caroline would only see what she wanted to see. He could either give her the most unbelievable night of her life or waste time hoping for something that would never happen.

And Christ, he needed to be inside her or he thought he might die.

The elevator door slid open, and he gestured for Caroline to precede him inside. When the door rolled shut, he entered the code that would bring them to his apartment, then made the mistake of looking at Caroline. Her pretty face was tipped up, green eyes hooded as she peered up at him, anticipating a kiss. The pulse at the base of her neck fluttered rapidly, breath ghosting out over the plump lips he’d pictured while jerking off for days. She was too much for him to resist, and suddenly the idea of waiting another minute to take what she offered felt like a crime against humanity.

“Once again, you get into an elevator with me after I’ve spoken inappropriately to you.” Jonah gripped her hip and pressed his thumb into the curve of her pelvis, making her gasp. “I think you like it. I think it makes you wet, knowing I’d move mountains to get a chance between your thighs.”

Her inhale sounded more like a gasp. “Yes, you could say I value honesty.”

“We have that in common, then.” He smoothed his hand up the bodice of her dress, giving her breasts a slow squeeze. “Be honest about what you want tonight.”