Page 48 of Justice for JoElla

“Tell me about them,” she whispered as she forced herself against him, enjoying the heat from his skin.

“You make my heart beat faster. You make my mouth water. You make my respiration pick up.”

“Sounds like something a doctor would say,” she said and laughed.

“And you make my dick hard as stone.”

“That’snotsomething a doctor would say, at least not my doctor.”

Brandon chuckled. “Oh, I bet he would, but not to you. You probably make his dick hard, but he’d never tell you. It would be unethical.”

“Have you ever had a patient who made your dick hard?” she asked, curious to see what he’d say.

“I’m going to plead the Fifth on that one, girl.” His fingers played along the inside of her thigh, and she felt them slide upward toward her slit. “And watching you come for me makes me even harder.”

“Oh, yeah? Is that going to happen again?” she asked, and she knew what she hoped he’d say.

“You can count on it. I want you begging me to stop.”

“And will you?”

“Nope. Not planning to anyway.” As soon as he touched her clit, she gasped. “Aha. Yeah. Guess we know who has the power now.” Two strokes in, JoElla rolled to her back and spread her legs slightly. “You want it, huh?”

“Just shut up and do it.”

“Oh, so I see how you are. Now I’m at your beck and call sexually, huh?” He leaned in and kissed her, and JoElla wrapped her hands around the back of his neck, pulled him in tighter, and kissed him harder. When he came up for air, he smiled. “You are so beautiful, baby. Just so damn beautiful.”

“More beautiful than your regal ex-wife?”

“My ex-wife is one of those women who’s only beautiful when she’s been to the salon, had her hair done, put on an hour and a half’s worth of makeup, and is wearing twenty-five hundred dollars worth of Chanel. You, my dear, are exquisite regardless.” Then he kissed her again.

For the first time in her life, JoElla felt like a queen. Brandon had treated her like nothing less. She wasn’t sure why?god knows she’d given him hell?but he wanted her. Before the end of the day, they’d hit forty-eight hours, the longest real relationship she’d ever been in. She thought about the day before, how she’d treated him when they woke up, and she’d come to realize he wasn’t going anywhere unless she told him she didn’t want him. And she wanted him?she really, really wanted him. There was a question, one she didn’t want to ask but had to. “Brandon?”

“Yeah, babe?” he answered, never stopping his stroking.

“Could you ever see yourself, you know, in a… long-term relationship with me? I mean, not just fucking around, but really?”

“JoElla.” His tone stopped her in her tracks. “I am trying so hard to show you I really care about you. I don’t know how to describe it. You’re just… I’m so attracted to you, and for such different reasons than I’ve ever been attracted to a woman before. I married Maria because I thought she’d make a perfect doctor’s wife, and my parents did too. I fucked around with Kalia because, honestly, I didn’t want Maria and she didn’t want me, and Kalia was young and handy, as bad as that sounds. She was right there in the hospital. It took zero effort. But now… Now everything’s different. It’s all changed. All those impossibly long hours and big expenditures, that’s all gone. No more eighteen hundred dollar spa days. No more eighteen to twenty hour work days. I’m not wealthy anymore. I don’t have a fancy car, or a fancy house, or anything else like that, but you know what I do have? I have a life, and I’d like to share it with somebody. And you’re the kind of person I’d like to share it with.”

She could feel her arousal fading. “I’m thekindof person, just nottheperson.”

He kissed the side of her neck, down her chest, across her clavicle, and along the swell of her breast until he reached her nipple. A gasp slipped from her lips as he sucked in the hardened nub, then nipped it before he turned it loose, and she found his eyes above her, staring down into hers. “Youarethe person, JoElla. I’ve known it since the first moment I saw you. The first time our lips touched, the first time I held you, that just sealed it for me.”

Everything below her waist tingled, and it was as though he’d put some kind of super-sensitizing gel on her little pearl. That clawing sensation deep in her belly doubled over on itself, then kept going until she was sure she was going to explode. Grinding against his hand, she whispered, “Oh, god, Brandon, please?”

The words vibrated against her skin as his lips brushed her jawline. “Do you want me?”

“God, yes.”

“Then let go.”

So JoElla did just that. She let the sensation rise like lava until it exploded into a million shimmering dots behind her eyes. She could hear Brandon’s voice, quiet and calm. “That’s it, baby. Ride it. God, JoElla, you’re so fucking amazing. Keep it going, babe. There ya go.”

“Oh, god! Brandon, stop! Stop! Please!” By the time he did, she was gasping, begging her lungs for breath, and then he was above her, and in her, and she was pulsing around him. It was all amazing and terrifying and wonderful. The way he made her feel… It was unlike anything she’d ever known.

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes, girl. Oh, yeah. You are so fucking tight and hot, babe. I wish you knew how I ache for you, because I do, JoElla. I really, really do. Oh, my god, I don’t know how long I can make this last. You did it, right? Please, I think you did. I want you to. Baby, please, please… Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She could feel his warmth through the latex he’d managed to slip on, and she knew he was done. It didn’t matter. She was too. Being that satisfied was something she wasn’t used to, and she was exhausted, but it was a good tiredness. Being tired in that way was perfectly okay.

When he dropped on top of her, JoElla wrapped her arms around his midsection and held on. She didn’t want him to move, to go away, to leave her behind like everyone else had.Jesus, I can’t be falling for a guy, she told herself, but she wanted to. If she was going to fall for someone, he needed to be as damaged as she was, and BrandonFox was right up there at the top of the heap in the scrapyard of life.

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