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“It’s not about my happiness. It’s about preserving our relationship.”
I slather some cream cheese on a plain bagel and take a bite. Jordan is watching me, gauging my emotions. I’ve seen that look before. It’s evident that he uses the same technique in his business dealings.
“What?”
“Nothing. You’re beautiful.”
“I think you need to borrow Nicky’s glasses. My hair is a just fucked mess, and I’m tired from lack of sleep; thank you very much, Mr. Grayson.”
“Oh, you wanted to get some sleep last night? Why didn’t you just say so? Wait a minute; it would be hard to do that since you had my dick in your mouth.”
I grin, “You taste good, and I didn’t see you complaining.”
“I would have to be nuts to complain. You know what a turn on it is to see you suck me off?”
I can feel my face heat with embarrassment.
“Em, does it bother you when I say things like that?”
“A little. You like to talk dirty.”
“You bring out the naughty in me. Maybe you should punish me.”
“I’ll think about it.”
He tugs at the sheet, which falls away to reveal my breasts, causing him to sigh deeply. I look down and notice slight bruising on them. Jordan sees it, and a worried look crosses his face.
“I hurt you. I’m sorry. I told you I find it hard to control myself around you.”
“Jordan, it doesn’t hurt. You were in the moment.”
“I promise to be more careful. I never want to hurt you.”
“I’m fine. It’s okay.”
He keeps staring at the bruises until I hustle the sheet back under my arms to hide them. The truth is that they do hurt a bit, but I don’t want to further complicate his feelings by admitting it. I know it was out of desire, not anger.
We spend the rest of the day lounging by the pool in the hot June sun. Jordan had Svetlana send over bikinis, and I slipped into a dark blue one that hugged my ass and breasts just right. Even though Jordan was wearing sunglasses, I knew he was watching my every move.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him when he jumped into the crystal blue water, his muscles rippling as his arms cut through the water. He swam many laps, his technique like a professional swimmer. I knew because I had used the same when I was on the swim team in high school. I wonder what he was like in school. Did he have all the girls chasing after him? Did he take them to some secluded place in his car and fucks them the way Ricky did me?
“Em, are you okay?”
I look up, not realizing that he got out of the pool. I gaze upon him as he towels off the droplets from his hair and chest.
“Yes. Just thinking.”
“About?”
“You in high school. Did you have many women back then?”
He bursts out laughing, and I feel like an idiot for asking.
“You mean, did I have women beating down my door?”
“Did you?”
“Hardly. I worked in high school. I had admirers but little time to get to know them.”
