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Chapter 32

I took a deep breath and walked out, taking my time to get through the store and into the parking lot. I found my car and fumbled around in my purse for the keys, dropping them to the ground.

I bent down to pick them up, but Jason grabbed them before I could.

“Good afternoon, Via,” he whispered against my neck, setting my nerves on fire.

“Hi...”

He kept the keys in his hand and unlocked the back door. “You first.”

I stepped inside and scooted over to the window. He stepped in after me and shut the door.

I looked away, but he reached over and tilted my face towards him. I was literally trembling in anticipation, wondering when he would start ripping my clothes off.

Instead, he simply looked into my eyes, tracing his fingertips along my jawline—along my lips. Without breaking gaze with me, he slid closer and gently dragged my headband away from my hair. He tossed it towards the front seat and cupped my face in his hands, still staring into my eyes, making me wet while barely touching me.

“What made you text me that today?” he asked, dropping his hands to unbutton my jeans.

“I was trying to do the sexting thing...”

“The sexting thing?” He pushed my pants down.

“Yes. You were supposed to text me back. Then, we were supposed to send sexy messages back and forth all day so—”

“I don’t do sexting.” He unbuckled his belt and slid out of his pants.

“Why not?”

“I prefer to bypass the bullshit.” He laid me across the seat and tugged my pants to my ankles. “What were the exact words of your text again?”

“Pull out your phone and look it up.”

“Excuse me?”

“I didn’t stutter...”

“Neither did I.” He raised his eyebrow. “I’m only going to ask you one more time.”

“Good, because I’m going to give you the exact same answer.”

He smiled as he slid my shirt over my head. “You make things so fucking difficult sometimes. We need to work on changing that.” He flipped me over on my stomach before I could say something back.

“Ahhhh...” I felt him giving my ass a soft slap and snapping my bra off.

My breath caught in my throat once I felt him tying my hands behind my back with his belt, once I heard him unwrapping a condom.

“Do you get some type of pleasure out of being difficult?” He slipped two fingers inside of me.

“No...”

“Are you sure?” He tightened the belt around my wrists. “You sure you don’t enjoy it?”

“Yes... I’m sure...”

“I’m not.” He slowly slid his dick into me—not all the way, just enough to make me murmur, enough to make me regret not answering his question.

He planted kisses on my bound hands, running his tongue across my wrists, gently biting each of my fingertips. He ran his hands along my sides and sighed, placing light kisses in the groove of my back.

I tried to stifle my moans but I couldn’t; he knew my body too well.

“Admit that you like being difficult.” He slid into me a little further.

“I don’t...”

“Then tell me what your text said.”

“It said that I—” I screamed as he buried himself deep inside of me, as he kept my body pinned down to the seat with his arms. “Ohhh...Jasonnnnn...”

“Tell. Me. What. Your Text. Said.” He pounded into me over and over, never giving me the chance to catch a breath. He repeated his question, more sternly this time, and forcefully tugged my hair back with each stroke.

“I...” I felt him slapping my ass and my clit throbbed with insane pleasure.

“Do you need a hint?”

“No...”

“Then say it.” He slowed his pace, but he kept thrusting in and out of me and pulling my hair.

“It said that...that...”

“Yes?”

“That I...”

He slapped my ass again. “That you what?”

“That I can’t wait to...to ride your dick again.”

“Hmmm...” He pulled out of me and untied my hands, kissing my hands as he did it. “Was that so hard to say? Why couldn’t you say that a few minutes ago?”

I didn’t get a chance to answer him. He’d already flipped me over so that I was on top of him.

He brushed a few strands of hair away from my face and leaned up to kiss me—gently biting my bottom lip and caressing my back.

I was looking into his eyes, his beautiful blue eyes, and he was looking back into mine. I didn’t want to say a word; I felt like we could sit like that forever and communicate just by gazing at one another.

He smiled and lay back against the seat.

I slowly adjusted my legs and straddled him, slowly sinking myself onto his dick. I gasped once he was completely inside of me; shut my eyes once he gripped my hips.

“Don’t close your eyes,” he whispered. “I want to look at you.” He waited for me to blink them open, commanding me to move without saying another word.

I pressed my palms onto his chest and started to rock—back and forth, up and down, around and around. I moaned as he reached up and caressed my breasts with his hands, as he rolled my nipples between his fingers.

“Via...” He kept his eyes locked on mine. “Lean forward.”

“No.” I leaned back and put my arms behind me, grabbing onto his thighs, and rotated my hips. I tried to keep a steady rhythm—a steady slow one, but my body’s needs overrode my mind’s thoughts.

“Ahhhh...” I let go of his legs and leaned forward, driving myself deeper and deeper into him, screaming as he met me thrust for thrust.

He reached for my hands, intertwining his fingers with mine. “Don’t stop...” His breathing was becoming erratic.

“I’mmmm...I’m about to...I—”

“Don’t cum yet.” He let my hands go and wrapped his arms around me, giving me an intense stare. “Wait for me.”

“I can’t...I—”

“Wait.”

My hips were bucking wildly; my breaths were becoming shorter and shorter. If he didn’t let me cum soon I was going to lose the ability to breathe.

He rose up, still buried deep inside of me with his arms around my waist, and took what little breath I had away with an open mouthed kiss.

“Let go,” he whispered against my lips and my insides exploded all around him.

I felt him jerking inside of me and that sent another scream-worthy sensation ripping through my body. The force of it knocked me forward into his chest and made both of us fall back against seat.

“You’re amazing...” He rubbed his palms against my back.

I murmured something, maybe “thank you,” and continued sucking in as much air as I could. I was breathing like I’d just finished a marathon—still shuddering from that mind-blowing climax.

I can’t believe I just had sex in a grocery store parking lot...What the hell is wrong with me?

I took a few more deep breaths, breathing in the sweet scent of his cologne. I winced as he moved me off of him, as he sat up and began picking up my clothes.

“We have a lot of sex, Jason...” I gasped once I realized that I’d said that out loud.

“Is that a problem?”

“No...It’s just different for me...”

“Me too.” He sat next to me and smoothed my hair with his hands.

I find that hard to believe...

“How is it different for you? You didn’t have endless sex with any of the other sixteen women?”

“No.”

“I thought you said you didn’t lie. I refuse to believe that you didn’t indulge or enjoy—”

“Via,” he said, letting out an exasperated sigh, “you’re completely incomparable to any woman I’ve ever dated. Period.”

“I—”

He pressed his fingers against my lips. “I don’t like to compare past relationships, but since I know you’ll keep thinking about it if I don’t...” He looked into my eyes. “I did enjoy having sex with the women of my past—I liked it. Really liked it. But I honestly could’ve done without it because it was never memorable. It never made me feel anything. It’s not like that with you. I love having sex with you, and I personally don’t think we have enough. But that’s not the only reason why this is different for me...In my past relationships, I never thought about any of them the way I think about you. You’d be surprised how often you cross my mind...Do I need to say more or is that answer good enough for now?”

“For now.” I smiled and he gave me a kiss.

“Are you going to finish your grocery shopping now?” He held my shirt up so I could slip my arms through it.

“No. I can’t go back in there...”

“Why not?”

“Because everyone will know that I just had sex.”

“How?”

“I’m pretty sure the sweat and the male cologne on my skin will give it away.”

“So?”

“So, I’m not going in there.” I rolled my eyes as he helped me into my pants.

“Would it help if I went in with you?”

“Um, no.”

“Because we’re in public, right?” He shook his head and handed me his phone. “I’ll have Greg get your stuff and deliver it to your place tonight. Type everything you need, specific brands if you have preferences.”

I typed everything that was in my cart and a few extra things I’d forgotten about. I pulled out my credit card and handed it to him once he was on the phone.

“Greg? Yes.” He eyed the card suspiciously and handed it back to me. “I just sent you a list of things that Miss Donovan needs for tonight. Make sure it’s done as soon as possible. Thank you.”

“You don’t have to pay for—” My sentence was cut off once he leaned forward and kissed me.

“Stop it.” He smiled. “I want to take you somewhere.”

“Now?”

“Yes. Now. Give me your keys. I’ll drive.”

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I opened my eyes and realized I was lying on the hood of my car. It was unusually warm outside and the wind was soft and gentle.

I turned on my side and saw Jason smiling at me.

“Did you get enough rest?” He leaned over and kissed my cheek.

“How long was I asleep?”

“Not that long.”

“Oh... Any reason why we’re lying on the hood of my car?”

“I don’t think you can fully appreciate the view from the front seat.”

I turned my head and saw that we were at a clearing on the ocean. We were parked on the edge of a private dock that overlooked a grassy mountain range—low enough to feel the soft sprays of the sea.

There was a shoreline a few feet behind us, with a row of wooden villas that were slightly secluded by overgrown trees.

Where are we? I’ve never seen this side of—

“Tell me something that I don’t know about you.” He moved closer and held my hand.

“I think I might be attracted to you...”

“Something that I don’t know.” He smiled. “I knew that the first day we met.”

“You’re so full of yourself...I wanted to be an actress when I was growing up.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I was in every play in high school and I was in drama clubs all over the city. I just knew that that was what I was going to be...My classmates even voted me ‘Most Likely to be Famous’ in the yearbook.”

“Why didn’t you pursue that when you went to college?”

The flag charms on my necklace suddenly felt heavy and my heart began to ache. I could feel a lump rising up my throat but I pushed it back down.

“I...” I couldn’t talk about that. Not today. Not ever. “I just didn’t have the heart for it anymore...Tell me something I don’t know about you.”

“I used to be fat.”

I burst into laughter. “I don’t believe you!”

“It’s true. I don’t know how it was possible since I starved for half my childhood, but I was chubby up until my first semester of college...Then I was forced to change.”

“Why?”

He put his arm around my shoulders. “I really needed a third job because the hours I was getting at the car wash and the coffee shop weren’t cutting it...The one place that was always looking for new talent told me they’d take me on if I lost weight and got in shape.”

“What type of job makes you lose weight?”

“A high paying one with lots of desperate women...”

“You sold yourself for money?”

He laughed. “No. I danced.”

I was quiet for several seconds. I guessed it made sense that a theater company would want its dancers to be thin and fit. Although, men appreciated the art of dance too so I didn’t quite understand the “desperate women” part.

“You did ballet?” I asked. “Was it hard to—”

“Seriously? No, I did not do ballet. I was a stripper. In a strip club.”

I blinked. I knew my cheeks were on fire but I tried to put on my best poker face anyway.

“I don’t know if I can believe that...” But I want to...

He pulled his phone out and scrolled through a gallery of pictures, stopping on one that featured a group of men dressed in various costumes—postal workers, policemen, Indians, cowboys.

“That’s me in the back—in the fireman costume.” He smiled. “I had to pay a lot of money to make sure none of these photos resurfaced...Do you believe me now?”

I didn’t say anything. I just smiled.

“Tell me something else, Via.”

“Um...” I paused. “My ultimate dream...After I quit Ice Industries and start my design company, I want to sail the world on a luxury liner. I want to rent one for a whole year and stop as many places as I can.”

“By yourself?”

“With my friends—my female friends.”

“Duly noted.” He grinned.

“It’s your turn to—”

“You’re a vision. Do you know that? Do you know how beautiful you are?” He trailed his fingertips across my lips. “I don’t think you fully understand that sometimes... I could gaze at you all day.”

My heart started fluttering and I wanted to say “Thank you, you too,” but the words locked themselves in my throat.

“You’re not thinking about anything right now are you?”

I shook my head.

“Good.” He slid off the hood and pulled me up. “Leave your phone there...I’ve always wanted to do this to someone.”

“Do wh—” Before I could get the words out, he was picking me up and my body was free falling in the air. The next thing I knew, I was hitting the cold waters of the ocean and sinking down below.

I frantically swam back up to the surface, splashing all around and gasping for air, looking for wherever he was so I could kill him.