Page 54 of Paradox
***Ellen***
My eyes flutter open, vision coming into focus to find my body entangled with Jon’s.
In my bed.
With no memory of how I got here.
“Mmm….”
I snuggle closer, oblivion threatening to reclaim me when his arms tighten around my shoulders.
“Thought I lost you there for a moment.”
“You’d only have yourself to blame,” I mumble. “What the hell did you do to me?”
“Fuck you into unconsciousness.” He chuckles, the sound escalating to a laugh at my feeble attempt to smack him on the chest. “You okay?”
“I will be once I can move again.”
Taking a deep breath, I absorb the scents and sounds around me—Jon’s cologne, sweat and sex, his heart beating beneath my ear, his breathing. I fall deeper into his embrace, everything about him pulling me into a stupor. Jon. He’s everywhere.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I remain in my position, the feeling in my limbs slowly returning. His fingers slide leisurely up and down my arm, the light touch stirring something deep inside me again.
Damn.I can’t be ready again after that session downstairs!
“We should get back to the clubhouse. Daddy’s probably wondering where I am.”
“Whenever you’re ready, beautiful.”
“I’m gonna take a shower.”
I leave him in bed, making my way to the en-suite. After stripping down, I stand before the mirror, staring at the woman before me. I don’t even recognize her. Her eyes are bright, cheeks rosy, smile firmly in place.
She’s happy.
For the first time in a long time, Ellen Hunter isn’t drowning in a sea of depression. Who knew all it would take was a backfired attempt at seducing my brother’s best friend?
I turn the water on, putting my hair in a bun as I wait for it to heat up.
In the middle of my shower, the sound of the bathroom door opening cuts into the song I’m singing. Through the glass of the shower enclosure, I watch Jon’s figure move toward me. The door slides open, revealing a man whose face is stern with intention. His eyes bore into mine, the message in them speeding up my heartbeat, making my breathing ragged.
“I want more.” His voice laced with desire.
“More of what?” My words come out breathy, barely audible.
Stepping in, he grips the back of my neck, pulling me toward him. I gasp, afraid to break our gaze.
“More ofyou.”
His lips crash into mine, the frenzied urgency from earlier gone. It is now replaced by voracious hunger.
For me.
I moan as he steps forward, positioning our bodies under the spray of the shower. Our tongues clash, the need for each other drowning out the world around us. My lips throb from the force of his kiss, matching the pulsing in my clit.
Jesus. This manownsme.
