Rivals By Day Lovers At Night

Dancing on Thin Ice. “Do you think anyone’s looking for us right now?” Jonathan chuckled, “If they are, they can keep looking. No one’s dragging me away from you.” he said, pulling her closer to him. His lips curved in a beautiful smile, then he lowered his head, “Jonathan…” she sighed. One strong arm went around her waist, curling around, and then the next second, he pulled her against himself in one swift move, and she gasped as every inch of our bodies came into contact. “We both want this, and there’s no harm in enjoying ourselves.” As he spoke, his arm around her waist moved down to cup her butt. “No, I don't” her protest sounded so damn weak, “I hate you, remember?” “Let me make love to you and show you how good I can make you feel.” he said ignoring her last statement. His hand swept down the side of her body in slow caress, then his fingers brushed against the side of her breast, and she moaned. His fingers moved further down, caressing her waist before pausing on her hips. “You’re so damn sexy, Ava” she whimpered at his touch. His fingers moved across her hip then trailed up slowly. His fingers paused at the slit in her gown, then moved lower, as her heart raced. He started to stroke her flesh over the lace of her panties, and her lips parted in silent dismay when she felt myself starting to get wet. She could not help but moan, her body was responding to his touch. Staring up at him in a sensual daze, she whispered, “f**k me hard with your fingers, Jonathan Greene.” “Your wish is my command, my lady” he said grinning. The sound of his voice, combined with the tantalizing movements of his fingers, had her biting her lip hard. Even in the dark, she could sense his gaze on her, burning with desire, so she squeezed her eyes shut. His fingers started to move just a bit faster, and her breath started to catch as she could feel herself swelling and heating up under his touch. It was just so hard to keep her mind straight with his fingers working her p***y. She hadn’t known her p***y could get this wet and swollen, “Should I stop, Ava?” He asked, taunting her. “No, please don't.. f**k Jon, fuckkkkkk, I'm comingggg.” His fingers slowly traced the slick, trembling lines of her folds, drawing out a long, helpless moan from her throat, the haze of lust drowning her. Rrrrrrriiiinnnnggg, her phone shrieked. Ava’s head jerked to the side, “No, not now.” As Jonathan hunked down to give her a hard kiss. Her breath was ragged as she fumbled for the device in her clutch. “Don’t,” Jonathan growled, his voice husky, “We are not done here.” Her phone shrieked, shattering the mood they’d created. Ava’s head jerked to the side, her breath ragged as she fumbled for the device in her clutch. “Don’t,” Jonathan growled, his voice husky with frustration. His hand tightened on her hip, trying to pull her attention back to him. “It might be my father,” Ava whispered, her words laced with panic. Jonathan sighed, “His timing is terrible,” he said under his breath. Her caller ID flashed her mother’s name, and Ava swallowed hard. “It’s my mom,” she said, “I have to answer this.” Jonathan stepped back and ran a hand through his short hair, f“Fine,” he said, his tone clipped. “But we’re not done here, Ava.” She nodded, answering the call as she righted her clothes, “Hello?” “Ava, where are you? Your father’s been looking for you.” “I stepped out to use the restroom,” She replied smoothly, “I’ll be back inside in a moment.” “Well, hurry up, you know how your father gets when he can’t find you.” “Yes, Mother,” Ava said, disconnecting the call. Jonathan leaned against the wall, “Back to playing the dutiful daughter, huh?” “Don’t start,” she said, as she slipped her phone back into her purse, “You know how things are.” “Go back inside, Ava,” he said, “We are done here.” Then, he turned and walked away. Her chest tightened as she turned on her heel, walking back toward the gala. A few feet away, Jonathan watched as she went into the ballroom. . Back inside the grand ballroom, Ava rejoined her parents, her father’s eyes narrowing as he looked her over. “Where were you?” he demanded. “Restroom,” she replied, lifting her chin, daring him to chastise her. “Stay where I can see you,” he said. “Yes, Father.” Ava stood stiffly beside her parents, as she watched Jonathan reappear, then approach a group of foreigners. His gaze met Ava’s across the room briefly, before turning back to his companions. “Victor Greene,” Lucien Moreau muttered under his breath as Jonathan’s uncle approached them. “What does he want?” “Lucien, what a pleasure to see you,” Victor said, his tone hinting at false cordiality. “I trust you are enjoying the evening.” Lucien smiled tightly. “The evening would be perfect, without you here.” As Victor kissed Ava’s mom on both cheeks, then Ava’s next. “And here’s the heir apparent,” Lucien said, eyeing Jonathan with disdain. “Tell me, Mr. Greene, how does it feel to follow in the footsteps of a legacy that was not built to last?” Jonathan’s smile felt forced, “I love every bit of it, Mr. Moreau. After all, It’s not every day you get the chance to take something flawed and turn it into a success while others are still trying to hold onto what they built decades ago.” “Gentlemen, let’s not bore everyone with business talk. This is a celebration, after all.” Vivienne, Ava's mum interfered. Lucien let out a low grunt, turning to his daughter he said, “Ava, have you spoken with the Connors tonight? Their son, Edward, is eager to catch up with you.” She forced a smile. “Not yet, Father. I’ll find him soon.” “Make sure you do,” Lucien said, his tone leaving no room for argument. As Ava turned, Jonathan’s voice stopped her in her tracks, “Miss Moreau, may I have the honor of this dance?” The room seemed to freeze in time. Lucien’s face darkened, his jaw tightening as if he was seconds away from exploding. Beside him, Vivienne raised a trembling hand to her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. Across the room, Jonathan’s gaze locked onto Ava’s, his expression that of encouragement, telling her to take his hands and follow him. “No.” Ava answered. “Well, that settles that,” her father said, clapping a hand on her shoulder. “Come, Ava, let’s find Edward.”