Page 19 of Deal with Mr. Cruel

Mae nodded. She was ready to go home. She glanced at her phone. It was after seven.

“Have somewhere to be?” Jonas asked, raising an eyebrow and nodding at her phone.

“No, sorry. It’s just getting late. Don’t you want to go home?” she asked.

“There’s nothing to go home to,” he said softly.

She felt bad for him for a brief second, until she remembered that this was the life he asked for. He chose success over a personal life. Over love. Over her.

He nodded toward the bar. “This could be a while. Why don’t you pour yourself a drink?”

“I’m working.”

“It’s Friday. Go on. Pour me a whiskey while you’re at it. The one on the top right shelf.”

Mae rolled her eyes and walked to the bar. If she had to be here late, she might as well enjoy it a little. She poured his whiskey and settled on white wine for herself. She set his drink on his desk and took a seat across from him.

He slid the papers over so she could look at the numbers. She sipped on her wine as she compared the spreadsheets. She could feel Jonas looking at her, but didn’t look up. For the next hour, they worked together circling discrepancies and making notes. She was two drinks in. Probably not wise when trying to be meticulous.

“I better catch up,” Jonas said, eyeing her glass of wine. He stood and walked to the bar behind her. She heard him pour another glass. Soon, she felt him close. Too close. His breath was on her neck, and a shiver ran down her spine. He pointed at a figure on the spreadsheet. “Highlight this one.”

She couldn’t help but feel disappointed as she grabbed a highlighter and marked the page. Was she the only one who felt the tension in the air? It was like static. They hadn’t been alone together like this in years.

“Anything else?” she asked, almost holding her breath. His face was still close to hers.

When he didn’t say anything, she turned to look at him. Her eyes traveled down to his lips. Big mistake. His mouth was on hers within seconds. She let his lips massage against hers briefly before pushing him away gently. “Jonas,” she said, searching his face. There was something in his eyes. Almost carnivorous. It was all she needed.

She pulled the collar of his shirt and brought his lips to hers. He parted her lips with his tongue desperately and explored her mouth. When they came up for air, she gently bit his bottom lip before pulling away and giving him a mischievous smile. He let out a groan.

Abruptly standing, Jonas walked swiftly to the office door and closed it. He turned the lock. Mae gulped.

“But Wendy…” she protested.

“Fuck Wendy,” he said. He pulled her out of the armchair and pushed her gently against his desk. Jonas pressed his body against hers and she could feel his erection through his pants. He leaned down and kissed her behind her ear and crept down her neck. Her hands were in his hair, pulling desperately. She needed to be closer. Her hands moved down his chest and met his erection. She massaged him slowly.

“Fuck,” he said, throwing his head back in pleasure.

Mae smiled with satisfaction. She loved having this power over him.

He looked back down at her intently. He placed his hands on her thighs and quickly shoved them under her skirt. When his fingers met her lace panties, he slowed down. Slowly and rhythmically, he rubbed against her. She let out a soft moan and gasped when he dipped a finger inside her. He pressed his forehead to hers as they breathed roughly together. Their eyes locked as continued dipping his fingers in and out of her, until she felt like she was close to the edge. She couldn’t let herself go yet. She needed more.

She reached for his belt and unbuckled it. Jonas lifted her onto the desk, so she was sitting with her legs wrapped around him. She undid the clasp of his pants, pulling them down until the tip of his erection was touching her just so. She shuddered. He pulled her panties to the side and entered her slowly, allowing just his tip to enter her. Mae let out a moan. He entered her again. More this time, but not filling her completely.

She couldn’t take it. She leaned back, opening her legs more, and watched his eyes take her in. He grabbed her panties and pulled them off, tossing them aside. He then grabbed her thighs and slammed into her suddenly, taking her breath away. Then he was suddenly going slow. She grinded against him, following his rhythm. Mae felt herself peaking and gripped the edge of the desk as she threw her head back.

“Mae,” he whispered, and she felt him tense inside her.

She pushed herself harder onto his erection.

“Mae,” he said louder as he pulled out and plunged into her again. She felt him throbbing. Releasing. She let herself go, too.

Mae sat up in bed, breathless. It was just a dream. Nevertheless, she was wet. She groaned and grabbed a pillow, placing it over her head.

“Damn you, Jonas.”

This marriage was a bad idea.

Chapter 9

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