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Chapter 9
Natalie
“You’re going to tie me to the bed and not have sex with me?”
The question sounded completely ridiculous, and I could barely believe it was coming out of my mouth. When I’d climbed onto the plush, king-sized mattress, I hadn’t planned on falling asleep. I hadn’t even bothered to take off my clothes since I’d only intended to lay down for a few minutes before ordering room service. It had been a hellish week at work, and I missed Jax like crazy. If it hadn’t been for the amazing service at the hotel, I wasn’t sure I would have been able to make it through the last four days.
When I’d left Jax’s office on Monday, I’d been so damn confused. I knew that if I didn’t find a way to distance myself from him physically, then I was just going to fall back into his arms the next time I saw him. I had zero willpower when it came to that man, and I’d been desperate to buy myself more time to help me figure out how to keep him and my job. So I did something I never thought I’d do—I called my step-dad and told him I needed to stay somewhere other than my apartment for a little while. I was lucky he’d seemed distracted because he didn’t ask any questions before he got his assistant on the line and told her to set me up at the Four Seasons.
The room was booked under his name, which I figured would keep Jax from being able to hunt me down outside of work. It wasn’t like I could afford a place like that on my own, so why would they look for me there? But when I woke up after my unplanned nap, my wrists were handcuffed to the headboard and Jax was sitting on a chair next to the bed. Somehow he’d managed to remove all my clothes while I’d slept through it, only to put me into a silk nightie I’d had in the dresser. When I’d expressed my surprise at what I was wearing, he’d explained that I didn’t need to be naked for what he had in mind.
“Spanking your ass doesn’t seem to be working as an effective form of punishment,” he explained. “It just turns you on. Gets you wet.”
It wasn’t like I could argue with him when just hearing him talk about it was making me slick between my thighs.
“Which means I’ll end up making you come because I’m fucking addicted to the sounds you make when you fly apart for me.”
“Then why am I in handcuffs?” I wiggled my hands for effect, making the metal bang against wood while my skin slid against the fuzzy interior circling my wrists.
“Because every time I let you out of my sight, you take off running,” he growled. “And I’m not going to let you do it again, no matter what I have to do to prevent it.”
“Didn’t they teach you at Harvard Law that kidnapping is a felony?”
“Are they dropping the ball at the University of Chicago, or didn’t they explain that it’s only kidnapping if I’m restraining you against your will?” He rose from the chair, climbed onto the mattress next to me, and slid his palm along my inner thigh. “If I move my hand any higher, I’m pretty damn sure I’ll be able to demonstrate exactly how not against your will this is.”
“Which leads me right back to my original question.”
“Shit!” he hissed, leaping off the bed to pace next to it. “The cuffs might have been a tactical error on my part. Even with you all covered up, just knowing you’re at my mercy has me as hard as a fucking rock.”
“Maybe you should try punishing me with too many orgasms?” I asked hopefully, pressing my legs together.
I stilled when he rubbed his face with a deep sigh and dropped back down onto the chair. “I don’t think you understand how crazy it makes me when you won’t even talk to me.”
The defeated tone in his voice struck me straight in the heart. “I’m sorry,” I offered softly. “I really, really am.”
“You can make it up to me by giving me tonight. Let me hold you, feel you in my arms all night long.”
“If that’s what you want.”
Rising from the chair again, he leaned over the mattress and freed my wrists, rubbing them gently. “It isn’t what I want, sweetheart. It’s what I need.”
How could I do anything else other than scoot over and make room for him on the bed when he put it like that? Especially when I had a feeling it was exactly what I needed, too.
With his arms wrapped around me, we spent a couple of hours talking about nothing in particular before I drifted off again. It was my most restful night’s sleep since I’d checked into the hotel, and I felt better than I had in days when I woke up in the morning. But Jax looked like he hadn’t gotten more than a couple hours of sleep, based on the dark circles under his eyes.
“Go back to sleep,” I murmured, running my fingers through his hair. “You don’t need to wake up just because I am.”
“I don’t want to miss a minute of my time with you, not when you might up and disappear on me again come Monday.” I dropped my head to his chest and squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to cry. “I get why you’re fighting what’s happening between us. I really do.”
“I wouldn’t call it fighting, exactly,” I mumbled. “I meant it when I told you that I’m yours, Jax. But the timing is messed up. I’m brand new to the firm, representing my boss in a divorce case, and a relationship with you would be a clear conflict of interest that I would have to disclose to him. One I could lose my job over because of whatever happened when you left the firm.”
“You might have to disclose it to him anyway, regardless of how much time we spend together.”
I lifted my head to peer into his eyes. “What do you mean?”
One of his hands slid down to rest on my lower abdomen. “You could be carrying my baby already.”
“Am not.” Whoa, that was the best comeback I could think up?
