Trusting Jay: (A Chicago Suits Romance) (Loving Jay Book 1) by Simone Sowood Page A

getting salty tears on his expensive suit.
    “Cup of coffee,” he said.  I didn’t know if he was asking for one, or offering to make me one.
    “I’m not leaving my condo.”
    “Don’t you have any coffee here?”
    “Of course I have coffee.”  We went into the kitchen, I set up the coffeemaker and it started percolating.  The ritual calmed me, as if I was resetting my day.
    Jay came up behind me and placed his hands on my hips.  My eyes shut, unsure where this was going.  Where I was going.  I thought Matt’s actions had ensured I would never feel anything towards another man again.  But here I was, intoxicated by both his touch and his presence.
    I leaned backwards into him, his hands turned me around and soon our mouths were locked together.  All my muscles relaxed under the firm pressure of his hands on the small of my back.  I leaned into him, willing him not to stop.
    He tilted my head sideways and kissed down my neck.  When he reached my blouse, he nuzzled at it while his hands fumbled with my buttons.  I frantically worked at his dress shirt from the bottom up.  Each time a button revealed more of his chiseled muscles, I traced my fingers over them before moving onto the next.
    Both our work shirts hung open, and we pressed our bare skin against each other.  He radiated warmth against me.  Desperate for more, I pushed him in the direction of the bedroom while trying to completely remove my top so I could get at my bra.
    Jay stepped back, out of my reach, and I looked at him in a panic.

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    “ T ake it off ,” he demanded.
    His words forced a smile across my face, and I took my top and bra off.  He nodded in approval, but made no move to touch me.  He seemed to be waiting, so I took off my skirt and nylons, and stood before him in only my panties.  My stupid, everyday three year old work underwear.
    “Fuck you’re perfect,” he said and swept me into my bedroom and onto the bed.  I laid there watching as he removed his top and suit pants, still amazed a man like him was in my condo. 
    Jay knelt beside me, as if surveying where on me to start.  He leaned over and kissed me, but quickly moved down my neck and over my shoulders.  Butterflies flapped madly at the contact of his hands with my breasts.  He cupped them both, flickering my already erect nipples with his thumbs.
    He looked up at me and said “I liked the tit shot.”
    Mortified, my entire body flushed red.  Before it had a chance to calm down, he clamped his mouth around my nipple and sucked so hard the walls of my pussy clenched.  He did the same to my other nipple before trailing kisses down my belly.
    He reached the edge of my panties, and without looking at me, hooked his finger in the waistband and tugged them down around my knees.  I unconsciously rolled my thighs in.  Aside from Matt, no man had seen me so intimately.  I started to pull my legs all the way together when his hand slapped onto my thigh and yanked it wide open.
    He kept his hand on my thigh, gripping it to keep it in place as he kissed the points of my pelvic bone, then moved his mouth down.  First, he nuzzled and kissed over both of my thighs, blowing across my lips as he moved from side to side.
    “I’d love to see some garters on these thighs.”
    I groaned and widened my other leg for him.  Very lightly, almost imperceptibly, his tongue licked my lips crossways.  Then back again.  Over and over, he took his time no matter how I moved my pelvis to try to urge him in.
    I reached my hands above my head, and held tight to my pillow, waiting.  I stared up at the ceiling, my eyes fixed on the light shade.  The coffee maker beeped, signaling its readiness.
    At last, his tongue slid up my slit, and down again.  It found my hole and taunted it a few times before licking back up to my clit.  He flicked it a few times, my eyes squeezed shut at the intensity.  He removed his hand from my thigh and without hesitation plunged two fingers