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A secret. A dirty secret.
They immediately began flapping their hands around and urging more information from me, but the boys finished talking. I swatted at them in an attempt to calm them down. Jonah was approaching.
He stood directly in front of me, and I stared at the zipper of his black jeans like some kind of fucking animal, tilting my head and trying my hardest to get a glimpse of the imprint. I wanted to see what he was hiding underneath more than I’d wanted anything in a very long time.
He rasped my name.
I allowed only my gaze to trail up from my low position. Rage flared in his features and, frankly, it made me grin a little. A silly thought crossed my mind. I could open my mouth and tease those jeans exactly as he’d done my…tank top.
“Get up,” he ordered quietly.
“Or what?” I pouted up at him.
His glare filled with emotion, one hand stretching to my side before reeling itself in stiffly as if he were going to grab me but stopped himself.
Neck. Shoulders. Disobedience.
“Enzo,” he said in a tone that informed me he was intimidated by the new team member, “would like us to get some things done before we start recording anything. So, you may go. You have an hour.” My lip curled at his rude tone. Fucking asshole. “Go with the girls. And keep your mouth shut.”
Right, as if not talking about it would keep this from blowing up.
“I don’t need to tell them anything.” I finally leaned my head up fully and offered him my fakest smile. “Your shitty attitude gives you away entirely.”
I reached for him, insisting he help me off the couch. It’s what I would’ve done on a normal day, after all, and if he was so intent on me acting like nothing had happened, then I’d do it just the same. He took a step back and tugged me up by my wrists, holding them for an extra second to run his thumbs over my forearms after I stood. Whether it was intentional or not, it didn’t matter, because I felt it. My eyes dropped to his neck.
“Can I tell you a secret, Jojo?” I asked as I focused on the corner where his shoulder began.
“June. Tiff. Does that sound okay to you?” He spoke calmly but sternly, his eyes remaining on me, monitoring me. “You can get a coffee or something.”
My smart friends scattered, leaving Jonah and me alone in the back of the room.
“What?” he asked with hardly a hint of curiosity.
My face immediately fell to his neck, my restraint non-existent, my tongue unfolding from my lips to lick that delicious curve of skin. His hands wrapped around my lower back as he melted into me and released the most delectable, masculine, mind-blowing little sound directly into my ear.
Forget the list. Forget everything. That, whatever that was, was all I fucking needed to crumble on the spot. I pulled away to find his eyes.
“Jonah…you just moaned in my ear,” I whispered, suddenly having a very difficult time refraining from kissing his lips. He offered me no answer, only a furious flaring of those green eyes. “I’ve never heard that before.”
“That’s because we’ve never had sex.” He was stiff as a damn pole, and this was arguably the most angry I’d ever seen him.
“No, I’ve…” My chest filled with air as I tried to clarify. “I’ve never heard that from a man. Ever. Not like that.” Sure, I’d heard grunts and breathing, but never such a delicious moan, never a sound of pure pleasure. Jonah’s eyes softened for a moment, something like pity flashing through them. “Why, Jonah?”
He looked over me carefully as he thought of his answer. “I suppose some men aren’t confident enough to let go and enjoy themselves. Some only care about appearing to be in control. With you, I most certainly am not.”
Had anyone ever let go with me? Had anyone ever wanted me so badly? Had I ever been enjoying sex at all?
I tried to push down those bubbles in my stomach as Jonah stepped away and grabbed my bag off the hook by the door. He approached me and slid it over one of my shoulders.
“You’ll regret it if this goes any further,” he said, turning me toward the exit and seeing me out. A hand on my lower back eased me into the hallway.
Like hell I’d regret it. Who did he think he was? “Don’t tell me how I feel.”
He released a grunt of frustration. “Go with your friends. When you come back, do not provoke me. I’ll be civil if you will.”
Fucking. Asshole. I most certainly would not be civil. The door shut at my back before I could say anything else.
I found myself standing in the hall with the girls. They both stared at me with the most obnoxious grins on each of their faces. I screamed silently for a few long seconds, beating my fists down by my sides as I jumped with both feet, slamming my sneakers into the floor as hard as I could.
