A Second Chance

Chapter 12 * Jamie * steamy***

I took it easy the next few days as Jordan hovered over me, making sure I was safe. Meanwhile, I was just thrilled that he’d had such a successful open house and I made him follow up with people, resulting in an accepted offer, and a couple of signed buyer clients. I was so proud of him.

We decided to partner on the clients since he wouldn’t let me out of his sight. We actually worked really well together so it was good.

We were working in the office alone the following weekend, setting up client folders and scheduling showings and open houses. It was nice. I was sitting at my desk, searching houses. I leaned back in my chair for a moment to stretch but winced from the bruise on the back of my head touching the chair back. I rolled my eyes at myself for forgetting and leaned back towards the desk to keep working. I noticed him watching me out of the corner of my eye.

“I’m fine.” I told him firmly. His expression hardened for a moment at my words from the soft concerned look he’d had. I tilted my head at him and he made himself relax.

“I got you something.” He said suddenly. He got up and went to his desk. He returned a moment later with a small gift box.

“Why?” I asked curiously.

“Just open it.” He said.

Inside, I found a cocktail ring, a pendant necklace and a cuff bracelet.

“They’re beautiful.” I told him. He smiled.

“They have alert buttons and GPS tracking. If you ever feel unsafe, you push the button once and it’ll alert me and Becca. If you push it two more times it’ll alert the authorities.”

I turned them over in my hands, finding the buttons.

“I hate that because you’re a beautiful widow, you’ve become prey to every low life nearby. You shouldn’t have to stop doing a job you’re amazing at because it isn’t safe for you. I’ll obviously be with you as often as I can, but when I can’t be, at least you’ll have this.”

I didn’t know what to say. He took his opportunity and continued. “I actually thought this was an important thing for all the women in the office. So I bought a necklace for each of them as well.”

I lifted my gaze to him finally. I still didn’t know quite what to say. I got up and walked around my desk. I climbed onto his lap and kissed him deeply. He was surprised only for a moment before getting his wits about him and responding to my kiss.

“Thank you.” I breathed the words against his lips. He brushed his fingers along my cheek before weaving them into my hair and pulling it tight. He pulled my head back a few inches and stared into my eyes with a fierce expression on his face.

“You are mine. Mine to touch. Mine to protect. As long as you’ll let me, no one else will touch you. As long as you are mine, I will touch you when I want and how I want. I will do anything to keep you safe and with me.”

While he spoke, his free hand opened his pants and pushed my skirt up around my waist. I lifted myself up so I was hovering over him but he stopped me. His tip was just barely touching my opening, which was quivering in anticipation. I was dripping with need.

“Say it.” He commanded me. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” I answered quickly. “I’m only yours. Whenever you want me, I’m yours.”

He groaned and thrust up into me, pulling me back down on top of him.

When we were done, I climbed off him and we both cleaned up.

“I meant it, you know.” Jordan said to me. “I want you to be mine. I won’t ever try to control you in life but I need to control you when it comes to sex.”

I smiled. “I remember. And I understand. I meant it too. I am yours. I trust you and I feel safe with you. I haven’t felt safe in a long time.”

“Why do you like to be controlled in s*x, do you think?”

“Because I’m a control freak in life and I need one part of my life where I just get to let go and be taken care of. I need time where I am not making decisions. I’m the boss of my kids and the boss of my house and the boss of my business and I need that time when you’re the boss of me. You take control and use my body for your needs while taking care of me. I don’t know. Having s*x that way soothes me….Why do you like it?”

“I guess I always felt insecure about what I could truly offer a woman. My dad was a nightmare creep. I have one sibling I barely talk to. I never went to college. I wanted one area of a relationship where I was in charge. I don’t get jealous easily because I make sure that when a woman is mine, she never forgets it. I make sure to figure her out and pay attention to what she likes and doesn’t like. I know I’m good at s*x. I love being able to make you squirm and moan. I love that you’ll do whatever I want, no questions asked. I love pushing your boundaries while also making you feel safe. I want to make sure that if you know nothing else, you know that you belong to me.”

I squirmed in my seat as he spoke. He noticed. Of course he did. He wasn’t lying when he said he was good at s*x. He had natural instincts about it. He smirked at me and I glared at him in response. He stood up and made his way over to me slowly.

“Do you need something, Baby?” He asked.

I nodded up at him.

“What’s that? Tell me.” He practically purred in my ear.

“You.” It was all I could say. He pulled me out of my seat, spun me around, bent me over my desk and entered me. It was so sudden, I gasped. I couldn’t believe he had gone 6 months working with me platonically if he was capable and willing to f— me this much all the time. The man had a will of steel.

“Jordan?” I asked as we closed up the office a couple of hours later.

“Yes?”

“How did you keep things platonic all those months? I thought maybe your s*x drive had slowed or you didn’t find me as attractive as you did before or I even wondered if you’d changed your mind altogether about me and regretted coming here. But, now that I’m with you and I see how you look at me and the way you touch me…..how-”

“How did I resist you every day?” He chuckled. “It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Seriously. You know I have a lot of self control but those 6 months really challenged me. There were some days I thought ‘this is it. I’m going to snap. f**k being a good guy. I have to touch her.’ but then I’d remind myself what you’ve been through and that I care about you and I’d control myself…..Or I’d go home and satisfy myself before taking a cold shower. I worked out a lot to try and get rid of all my…energy. Becca caught me staring at you pretty frequently. She teased me about it all the time.” My confession surprised her, which in turn, surprised me. I thought I had been obvious with my feelings for her.

“What I want to know,” I began, looking at her with a salacious smile, “is how you resisted me? Now that I’ve been with you, I can see that my mere presence turns you on. How did you survive with wet panties all the time?”

“A lot of panty liners.” She responded, laughing. I joined her with my own laughter before pulling her in for a hug.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I am glad to not have to resist you anymore.” I said to her, wholeheartedly. She smiled and stretched up on her tip toes to kiss me. Before things got carried away again, we headed to the car to go back to her house for dinner with her kids. Glad, was an understatement. I wasn’t sure I would ever stop being thrilled in her presence to be able to reach out and touch her whenever I wanted. I’d dreamed about her for 16 years and now she was finally mine.