Scandal:The Complete Series(46)

“Did you make a boyfriend?” she says and laughs wildly, falling into my lap. Unintentionally her cheek presses right against my thickening wood.

“Ella,” I say, suddenly shy about my vulnerability.

She lifts her head and then reaches her hand down to squeeze its girth, pinching it until it grows instantly under her touch.

“Goodness,” she says. “What exactly is this?” She traces her delicate fingers along my length as it keeps stretching out.

“Proof,” I say.

She nods. “It is,” she says with a sexy grin. “Proof that you’re a bad boy.”

“You’re impossible,” I say. “You are so fuckable. The first time I saw you at the agency I wanted to drive my cock deep inside you in front of everyone.”

“Now that would have been a reunion  .”

I kiss her again, slipping my hand under her shirt, chewing on her shoulder lightly.

“Jax, you should have told me you were Jack from the beginning. We could have saved ourselves so much grief,” she says, her eyes melancholic and her lips crashing hard against mine.

I pull back to put my thoughts in order. “I didn’t know how to tell you who I was, Ella. I had loved you for years. How can you say that without sounding pathetic? And it was the least romantic moment with the murder and the investigation consuming us.”

She puts a finger on my lips to hush me. “I just thought of something,” she says. “Maddy showed you a picture of me from when I was fourteen or something. You said that. Did you know it was me?”

“When Madison showed me that photo, I almost lost it. I had no idea you two were connected. You had slipped away so long ago. It blew my mind that you were so close to my reach. I struggled for months with fantasies of contacting you. I hoped Madison would invite you to a show so we could meet casually.”

“And, yet, you never showed up on my doorstep,” she says with a pout.

“When it comes to you, I was always terrified.”

“You,” she whispers. “The big man on the billboards? Afraid?”

“Petrified,” I tell her, “but now I’m over all that. I want you naked, Ella Wade.” I growl it again, “Naked.” I nip at the skin of her sweet neck.

She turns her back on me and then she sits on my lap, curving her body to mold into mine, her spine and ass and thighs rubbing against me, making me savagely hard.

I tug at the hem of her shirt exposing her tight sports bra. I slide my knee between her thighs, spreading them, and the skin tightens on my raging shaft as we both gasp.

My plan to move slowly collapses. Instead of teasing her and making her beg for my cock, my body devolves into primitive animalistic urges that want to ravage her hot flesh right this second.

I drag my zipper down, biting her bra strap. She shivers under my touch, lifting her ass lightly off me so I can pull my jeans down. This is going to be the sweetest feeling ever, to splash into her tight lusciousness so hungrily.

And then her phone rings. She hesitates but I know the moment has lost its immediacy. “Do you want to take that?” I say, to make it easier for her—and harder for me, no pun intended. Sweet Ella always comes first.

She considers my words for a second. “I’ll just check who it is,” she says, jumping off my lap to grab her phone.

After she checks the number, she immediately brings the phone to her ear. “Jim?” she says. And then after a short pause, “Yes, we can meet.” She frowns to me. “Yes, of course, I’ll be there as soon as possible.”

There’s sadness on her face as she looks back at me. “That was Madison’s father,” she says. “He’s at the Daily Scandal and he wants to talk to me right now. He says my boss gave him a crazy story about me not being there and he wanted to make sure I’m okay. Mark’s trying to get him to sign some release form he’s not comfortable signing.”

I lean forward to kiss her forehead. “I’ll call you a cab.”

She’s too distraught to be curious why I’m using cabs instead of either of our cars. But she’s too fucking smart and she’ll come back to me with that question very, very soon. And I don’t know if I will be able to lie to her again about the fact that even driving our own cars could get us killed.

“I don’t want to leave you,” she says, trying to grab my cock as I struggle to get it back in my pants. “Promise you’ll wait for me.”

“You can’t get rid of me,” I say, squeezing her ass with both hands.

I have no idea if I managed to fool the security team Carter Wade has on her—or Lucius for that matter—when I scooped her away like that, hidden in the back of a cab with tinted windows. They might be outside the mansion as we speak, waiting behind bushes and in parked cars to shadow Ella the moment she leaves. Maybe I should be thankful for that.