This Man Confessed - Malpas Jodi Ellen (книги без регистрации TXT) 📗

‘Sarcasm, lady.’

‘Tasty?’

‘I’m never eating it any other way again, so now you do have to quit work because I need you to be available to lick when I please.’ He surfaces with a smear on his nose, and I home right in to suck it off. ‘I thought you hated peanut butter?’

‘I do, but I love your nose.’ I kiss the end and resume my position. ‘Will you do something for me?’

His facial expression changes considerably. He’s all wary again, but I’m not hiding anything this time, only a plea, which he’ll soon hear. He relaxes a little and strokes up the sides of my body. ‘What do you want, baby?’

‘I want you to say yes before I ask.’ I demand quietly and very unreasonably, but we’ve broached this before, and I got nowhere.

‘You’ve been trying to butter me up.’ His lips tip at the edge, and I screw my face up in irritation, placing the jar beside us.

‘That’s a crap joke.’

‘Pick the jar back up, lady.’ He’s not grinning anymore. ‘We’re not done yet.’

I roll my eyes and re-dunk and re-smear. ‘Happy?’

‘Ecstatic.’ My nipple is clean in no time at all. ‘Now, tell me what you want.’

‘You have to say yes.’ I press, with absolutely no faith in my strategy. Even if he does say yes, he’ll soon retract it if he wants to.

‘Ava,’ he sighs. ‘I’m not agreeing to anything without knowing what I’m agreeing to. End of.’

I pout. ‘Please.’ I drag the word out and slide my freshly coated finger into his mouth.

‘You’re adorable when you sulk.’ he mumbles. ‘Just tell me.’

‘I want you to revoke Sam and Kate’s memberships to The Manor.’ I blurt it all out quickly and hold my breath. I’m desperate for Jesse to help me out here. I know Sam and Kate seem to have hit a significant point in their relationship, and I hope they talk, but without the temptation of The Manor, they stand a far better chance. I brace myself for his none of our business speech, but it doesn’t come. Nothing comes, actually. He doesn’t scoff, and he doesn’t refuse. He’s just looking at me on a small smile.

‘Okay,’ he shrugs and dives into the jar with his own finger, spreading it on my breast.

‘What?’ I know I’m displaying a look of complete confusion, which is absolutely fine because I’m really confused. I didn’t even need to morph into temptress.

‘I said okay.’ He’s on my breast again, while my eyes are looking down at the back of his head.

‘It is?’ I should be showing my appreciation, not questioning him on his reasonableness.

His perfect smiling face appears in my line of sight, and his palms surround my cheeks. ‘Sam already cancelled.’

I gasp. ‘I thought you were finally doing as you’re told.’ I should’ve known, but my disgruntled state doesn’t detract from the happy knowledge that they will be pursuing a conventional relationship. I’m delighted.

Jesse is standing and laying us back down on the sofa in an instant. ‘I always do as I’m told. Come here.’ The jar is taken from my hand and placed on the floor beside the couch, and then I’m pulled down to his chest. ‘Snuggles.’ he exhales contentedly.

I snort in disbelief before nuzzling myself right up into his neck and resuming my usual skimming of his scar with my fingertip.

‘Are you warm enough?’ he asks, snaking his legs with mine and completely engulfing me with his strong arms.

‘Hmmm.’ I sigh and close my eyes, relishing in every element of his loveliness—his scent, his touch, his heartbeat and his body beneath mine.

I love Central Jesse Cloud Nine more and more each time I’m here.

Chapter 30

My sweet dreams are interrupted by coughing. I think it’s coughing. It sounds like coughing, but neither my brain nor my body are ready to greet the day yet, so I dismiss the raspy choke and push myself further into the hardness underneath me.

There it is again, and it’s becoming hard to ignore. In fact, it’s irritating the hell out of me. Peeling one eye open, the first thing I see is Jesse’s serene beauty. My irritation subsides, and I reach up to catch a feel of day number three of no shaving.

There’s that cough again. I think nothing of turning to locate the source of the noise, exposing a full on frontal of nakedness to… Cathy.

‘Oh shit!’ I splatter myself back on my front against Jesse’s chest, the abrupt movement stirring him. ‘Jesse!’ I whisper, like she won’t hear me. ‘Jesse, wake up!’

He’s smiling before his eyes open and his wandering hands cup both my bum cheeks and squeeze in acknowledgment to my voice. ‘If I open my eyes, I’m going to see big chocolate, fuck me ones, aren’t I?’ His voice is all deep and husky and coupled with those words would usually have my stomach clenching with sexual anticipation. But not this morning.

‘No, you’re going to see big, wide, disturbed ones.’ I whisper. ‘Open your eyes.’

He does. He reveals his greens on a furrowed brow and looks over my shoulder when I cock my head. ‘Oh,’ Now his eyes are all wide and distressed. ‘Morning, Cathy.’

‘You too love birds need to buy some pyjamas.’ Cathy’s amused tone makes me cringe further. ‘Or at least keep your underwear on. I’ll be in the kitchen preparing breakfast.’

I hear her scurrying footsteps leaving our naked display, and I exhale in despair, dropping my head back onto his chest. He’s chuckling. It’s okay for him, I’m concealing his modesty.

‘Morning, baby.’ He shifts his legs so they spread and my body falls between them. ‘Let me see your face.’

‘No. it’s bright red.’ I push it further into his neck, like my embarrassment might disappear if I hide for long enough.

‘She’s all bashful,’ He’s grinning, I know it and whilst I’d be happy to just consider my suspicions, he doesn’t allow it and forces me from my nook so it’s confirmed. He’s really grinning. ‘Shall we get you upstairs?’

‘Yes,’ I grumble, knowing full well that time must be knocking on with Cathy’s presence, but I’m past caring these days. It’s like I’m trying to get myself sacked so I don’t have to give Jesse the satisfaction of quitting because he demanded it.

I sit up cautiously and check for Cathy’s whereabouts, then laugh loudly when Jesse sits up, too, popping his head over the back of the couch to check. He looks at me, eyebrows raised and slightly bemused by my little outburst. ‘What’s tickled you?’

‘You look like a meercat!’ I giggle, falling back and completely exposing myself. Through my uncontrollable fit of chuckles, I reach up to arrange my bra over my chest, because that’s really going to save my modesty when I’m knicker-less. ‘Wind your neck in!’ I laugh.

He snorts a mixture of amusement and umbrage at his hysterical wife and gently pushes my body away to free his legs before standing and taking hold of my shaking body. I’m tossed up onto his shoulder, still laughing and now with the glorious view of his solid arse as he strides towards the stairs. ‘Where I’m from, that means something entirely different.’ He slaps my arse. ‘It is you who needs to be doing the winding.’

‘I know what it means. I was being ironic.’ I run my palms over his back. ‘And there will be no winding of necks here.’

‘A man can live in hope.’ He takes the stairs two at a time, but I don’t jump and jolt all over his shoulder and he doesn’t puff or pant. No, he flies up the back-lit onyx staircase like some sort of freakishly fit paratrooper. ‘There.’ He places me on my feet and turns the shower on. ‘In you get.’

‘I hope you’re going to lock your office door now.’ I say as a mental image of Cathy’s sweet, innocent face pops into my mind’s eye.

He laughs. ‘Only for our eyes, baby. I have a key and I’ve hidden one among the piles of lace in your underwear drawer. Okay?’

‘Okay.’ I agree. I’m really late already, but that doesn’t stop me from stepping forward and grasping his morning erection. I have no idea where it’s come from so fast, but I’m glad to see it. He flinches, and I smirk as I circle my thumb slowly, casually, keeping my eyes on the throbbing rod of flesh.