Page 132 of For Wrath and Redemption
When Jonah’s close to coming, he pushes his hand between us and rubs my clit, bringing me over the edge with him. My orgasm makes me see stars, and I clutch him like a lifeline while I catch my breath. He kisses my cheeks and forehead. My nose and jaw. He kisses the spotwhere my shoulder and neck meet, then nuzzles me playfully. I giggle, and when he kisses my lips, we’re both smiling.
He pulls back and makes eye contact, those brilliant blue irises shimmering, and I’m overwhelmed. By him. By these feelings.
I love him.
The realization shocks me at first, and then I want to laugh. I’m relieved and excited. I’m hopeful. I bite my lip and consider telling him. He’s so much more than I thought he was when we first met. He’s layered and complex andmore, and I love him.
“Hey, Jonah,” I whisper, my voice shaking with nerves.
“Yeah, Trouble?”
I open my mouth, the confession ready to fall out, when the bedroom door flies open and bangs against the wall. Jonah and I jump and turn toward the doorway. I’m expecting Hammond or José, but my breath is sucked from my lungs when it’s Conrad I see. His expression is disgusted as he drags his eyes over us, and then he laughs.
“Well, I wish I could say I was surprised.”
35
CLAIRE
“Father.”
Jonah turns his body to make sure mine is shielded, and I’m taken aback by how bored he sounds.
“Would you mind stepping out of the room? I’ll be with you in a minute.”
“It’s Ms. Davis I’m here for.”
“It’s me you’ll get.”
“Jonah, I will speak with Ms. Davis.” Conrad narrows his eyes at me. “Claire, we need to talk.”
Jonah starts to protest, but I place my palm on his chest.
“It’s fine,” I tell him, and then I look back at Conrad. “I’ll be right out.”
Jonah’s body goes rigid, and it remains so even after his father leaves the room. He rolls off me and goes to his suitcase without a word. I sit up and fix my pajama shirt. We never took it off.
“Are you okay?”
He huffs a laugh, but he doesn’t respond, so I get out of the bed and follow his lead. I change into a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt, and I pull my hair back in a claw clip. Jonah leaves the bedroom before I’m finished, but when I step into the main room, neither man is speaking. They’re just staring at each other, and I notice José in the corner. I arch an eyebrow in his direction, and he shakes his head.
“Sorry,” he mouths to me.
I look away and move to stand next to Jonah. A united front. Us against everything. Then I take a deep breath and look at Conrad.
“Conrad. How did you get in here?”
My words are curt, and I try to appear unfazed. I’m sure he wanted to gain the upper hand by unsettling me. I won’t give him that. He narrows his eyes.
“I have connections.”
“You mean you bribed some poor hotel employee.”
He doesn’t respond, which is confirmation enough. Entitled prick.
“What do you need? I’d like to get it over with. We have work to do today.”
“You call fucking my son work?”
