Page 29 of Rescued By My Best Friend's Brother

She turns her head, her cheek brushing against me. “Jasper. We can’t.”

I clutch her shoulder and slowly turn her around. She keeps her hands close to her, almost in a prayer at her chest. She lifts her gaze to meet mine.

“We can,” I mutter.

I forgot what it felt like to want someone, to have their presence overtake everything. I forgot what it was like being around Elena and how she intoxicates me.

I lean down and meet her lips. They are soft and warm. At first, she is hesitant, holding back. I continue kissing her, my tongue taking a taste, testing to see if she will allow me entry. Her lips part ever so slightly, inviting me in. This lasts only briefly, as I shift to lay a kiss on her neck, moving towards her breasts.

“Jasper, we can’t.” I love the way she says my name, almost pleading. “Not here,” she adds.

I peer down at her breasts, the nipples becoming more prominent under the thin fabric. I pull down one side of her dress, exposing her breast. She gasps in response and reaches up to cover herself. I grab her hands and pin them to the glass behind her. Although she seems surprised, she doesn’t tell me to stop. My lips suck on her erect nipple, causing a small moan to escape from Elena. I release one of her hands and start to explore her leg. Her skin is soft and warm. My fingers itch to explore every inch of her body, but I know I have to wait. I know a leisurely pace provides more pleasure.

My hand explores under the skirt of her dress, up to her panties. I tug them down as my tongue teases her nipple. I pause, moving to her other breast. She moves one hand through my hair and the other to the breast I just abandoned. At the sight of her fingers twisting her nipple, the bulge in my pants grows even more. I ache to take her right now, but I restrain myself. Just seeing her squirm with ecstasy is enough for me.

Her wetness makes it easy for my fingers to slide into her. She gasps, tugging on my hair in response. I smirk, her nipple still in my mouth and gaze up at her. “You want more?” I tease as I move so my face is close to hers. Her cheeks are flushed. She bites her lower lip and slowly nods. “I want to hear you say it.” I slowly begin to pull my fingers out. Her body tries to follow my hand, begging for more.

“I want more,” she mutters.

I kiss her on the lips briefly before lowering myself to my knees. I lift her skirt and position one of her legs over my shoulder.

“Jasper, what—” she starts to whisper. I move my fingers back up into her, cutting her off. I lean in and search for her clit with my tongue. She lets out a moan, and the muscles in her thigh press down on my shoulder. As my tongue runs over her clit, I drive my fingers in and out. Her hand entangles in my hair once again, the only thing she can really hold onto. I keep my pace inconsistent, sometimes slowing down and then speeding back up. I feel how her body writhes under my control, how it begs for a quick release, but where is the fun in that?

“Jasper, please,” she pleads.

I know I can’t keep torturing her forever. I push my tongue into her harder and faster. Her entire body tenses up. Her hands cover her mouth, not wanting to draw any attention from my employees. She lets out a moan against them, and her body shudders with sweet release. I stop, slowly removing my fingers from inside her and letting her leg down. Her hands fall to her sides as I pick up her panties, still hanging from one leg. I help her slip them back on as she continues to recover from her orgasm.

She blinks, snapping out of her stupor, and finishes adjusting her underwear to its rightful place. She smooths out her dress, covering all the places I had previously exposed. I wipe my mouth and stand up.

“How are you feeling?” I ask.

She side-steps around me. “Um…surprised.”

I nod, watching her step backward towards the door. “Are you okay?”

She shakes her head, pauses, and then nods her head. “Sorry. I just…have some things to take care of. I just need to think about this…all of this.”

I nod again. “I understand, it doesn’t make sense to me either. There is something between us Elena. I don’t know what it is. I don’t know what I am feeling, and I don’t know how you feel. But I think we should talk about it.

She gives me an uneasy smile. “Yes. Most definitely we do I just need to gather myself first.” She goes to the door but pauses, looking back at me one last time. “I’ll see you tonight, Jasper.”

Chapter Seventeen

Jasper

“Excuseme,sir?”Stanley,an intern, opens the door, holding my mail and a small package. I forgot that I let Greg off today. “The mail just came.”

I nod. “Thank you, Stanley. Just set it on my desk.” I indicate where I want him to place it. He obeys.

Stanley stops at the doorway before leaving. “Was that a new hire earlier?” I raise my brow at his question. “The woman. Is she a new hire?”

“I guess you’ll see if she is,” I respond, dismissing his inquiry. It really isn’t his business who comes into my office.

He nods and leaves. I pick up the small package on my desk. It is light. I try to remember if I ordered anything or am expecting anything. Nothing comes to mind. I open it up, and my eyes narrow at the contents. Inside is an old barbie doll with a white, long-sleeve sweater. Her light brown hair is matted, and her make up is smeared as she had a rough night. Her arms are crossed in the front.

A small notecard sits at the barbie’s feet with red words that read,This is your LAST warning!

I groan with frustration, thinking about who could possibly be sending this. The appearance of the doll looks almost like someone in a straitjacket, crazy and unkempt. It is hard to know the intent of the doll. Is it just a scare tactic or is the sender trying to send the doll as a representation of their victim? I want to believe it’s Elena’s ex, but surely he wouldn’t be stupid enough to send death threats to my office after our encounter yesterday. I’m certain he knows that if he messes with me or Elena, I will drown him in legal suits. He won’t know what to do with his life when I am done. No. It must be someone who would have more balls than that.

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