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“I appreciate you showing me your vulnerable side.”
“I don’t show it often.”
“I think it’s sexy. I like you, Jordan. I want you to be open with me.”
“You’re very different from the women I’ve dated. You’re sweet. I don’t want you to get jaded by being around me.”
“I’m not going to. This is another reason why we should work apart. I want to be close to you, but being in the same space could be more problematic than it seems.”
“I don’t think so. I can separate my work life from my personal life.”
“Can you? Have you ever worked with a lover before?”
“No, but work is work. It stays at the office.”
“Easier said than done.”
I take another sip of my wine and nuzzle his chin with my nose. I could get used to this. Somewhere along the line, I must have fallen asleep. I stir in Jordan’s arms as he places me in bed and kisses me softly on the lips.
“I’m not tired,” I mumble.
He chuckles, “You’ve been asleep for a half-hour.”
“Why didn’t you wake me sooner?”
“Because you looked so beautiful in the moonlight. I couldn’t resist watching you for a little while.”
My heart starts to flutter; he was watching me? I fade back to sleep, and when I wake, the sun is shining through the patio doors. Jordan isn’t next to me, and the cool expanse of the bed leads to believe it’s been some time since he last was. I turn over and glance at the clock, it’s only six, and since it’s Saturday, I’m going back to bed.
The next time I wake up, it’s to Jordan undressing in the bedroom. He’s pulling off a sweat-soaked gray t-shirt and sweats. His ridged muscles glisten in the soft morning light. When he turns around, my eyes are wide open, and I’m watching his every move.
“Good morning Miss Stanford. How are you?”
“I’m fine. I slept wonderfully. This bed is so comfortable.”
“It better be for the price I paid.”
“Where were you all morning?”
“I had some calls to make, and then I worked out. I’m going to shower, would you care to join me?”
“In a minute.”
Jordan heads to the bathroom, gloriously naked. The last thing I see is his taut posterior as he walks through the door. I stretch and flip the covers off me. Jordan put me to bed in the panties and t-shirt I put on after our shower. I undress and quietly walk into the shower stall as he’s washing his thick blonde mane. He flinches as I touch him.
“I’m sorry. I thought you heard the door.”
“Not under the water,” he says as soapy rivulets from his shampoo cascade down his body.
He pulls me under the spray, and as I reach for the shampoo, he tells me to let him do it. I wait patiently as he squirts some on his hand and starts working it into a lather. His fingers massage my scalp, and I find it arousing. My belly tightens in a series of clenches as his hands work the soap out of my hair underneath the spray. I feel his mouth latch onto my nipple, and he nibbles at it with his teeth while he pinches and rubs the other.
Wiping the water out of my eyes, I see the smoldering look on Jordan’s face. His eyes have grown dark.
“I need to fuck you.”
“Jordan, I can’t. I have a couple more days.”
I take his erection in my hand and begin to stroke it, but he wraps his hand around mine to stop me.
