Chapter 5 Escaped

Jasper gazed in awe as she suddenly arched her back, hands clutching the sheets.

Without thought, he set four fingers on her, cupping and rubbing her sex fast, mouth sucking greedily on her nipple to make it stronger for her. With his other hand, he snatched up her gown so he could watch her body twisting with pleasure.

She gave a breathy cry that made his cock jerk painfully in answer, and her knees fell wide open in utter abandon, she rocked her hips against his hand, over and over, until the tension left her.

Trembling, she fell back onto the arm he'd draped behind her, lying docile and open as he slowly continued to pet her flesh.

He couldn't catch his breath. The sight of his fingertips against the wet curls at her sex. . . He was going to lose his seed right in his trousers.

She leaned up to bury her face against his neck. To his disbelief, she whispered how much she loved his touch. His touch. He'd made her come.

And it was the most incredible experience he'd ever had.

Her breaths were warm and quick, and between her words, she gave his neck little licks that made his cock grow impossibly hotter and harder.

At that moment, spending in his pants did not strike him as a bad idea.

He inwardly shook himself and pulled away, but she'd looped her soft arms around his neck and eased a knee up beside his waist.

"Jasper , what about you? Won't you stay with me?" She tugged gently, until he allowed himself to settle his hips between her thighs.

She wanted him to come as well? Could he drag himself away? Not when she undulated her bared sex against him. Impossible. He was burning to free himself and sink into her slick heat, desperate to ride her mindlessly, finally taking what he'd needed for so long.

Instead, when she did that sensual roll of her hips again, he tentatively thrust back against her. She sucked in a breath.

"Did l hurt you?" he choked out.

When she said, "No, darling, no," he leaned up and found his hand shooting between them to rip open the fastening of his trousers. He shoved his pants down to his thighs, baring his cock, so that it hung down over her.

They were both breathing heavily, staring at where their bodies almost touched. Their flesh was so close. Her eyes were half-lidded as she stared at his erection, at the slick head. As if in a dream, he watched as she rolled her hips again, seeking him. He put his straightened arms on each side of her, holding himself up, sweating with the effort not to take her.

He knew he couldn't have her, he promised Ethan he won't, even when it felt so right to be here with her like this. He was awash in how right it felt. Yet, unable to stop himself, he pressed his own hips down. Lower, so slowly, until his erection grazed against her swollen little clitoris.

His eyes rolled back in his head.

She gave a cry and another undulation that nearly put his erection inside her, ending everything. One of his hands shot to her hip to pin her down, then he pressed his erection harder against her mound. He stayed there, letting it throb against her. Where his control came from, he had no idea. He only knew he had to stretch out every second, to make it last the rest of his life.

But when she reached eager hands forward to grasp him, he grabbed her wrists, knowing he'd come before her last finger had wrapped around his erection. "Put your arms over your head," She let them fall above her. "Keep them there for me. " She nodded, as if she understood his struggle.

Soon the urge to thrust grew overwhelming. He obeyed it, pushing slowly over her sex, slipping up to her flat belly, then back, a near-constant groan rising from his chest. With his position and the movement, he was close to being inside her, as close as he would ever allow himself to get. Her cries would be the same - as would the way she was gazing up at him when she spread her legs wider and whispered, "Oh, God! Yes, jasper

He savored even this agonizing pressure. Another slow push over her sex.

Katy," he groaned. Each time his slid over her, he could feel his sack tightening until it ground against her wetness too. She made some unintelligible sound at the contact.

The pleasure was too great. He was going to come, and he was going to come hard.

He dropped his head and rasped, "Arch your back for me. Have to taste you again. " When she rushed to do so, he sucked her nipple between his lips, then tugged it with his teeth until she moaned.

Was she telling him she was about to come again? He'd make her. He'd hold on until she did once more.

The pressure had nearly turned to pain when she cried out his name and thrashed beneath him in her orgasm.

Lost, he ground himself determinedly up and back against her. "Ah, God, I have to. . . come," he groaned, beginning to ejaculate. He gave a brutal yell each time the hard spurts lashed inside her . . over and over until he'd finally emptied his sperm.

His body wracked with after-shudders, he sank onto his elbows with hoarse exhalations of breath against her damp neck.

He couldn't believe he'd been thrusting over her like that. He closed his eyes in shame - he'd spilled his semen in her.

Drawing away, he tucked his sensitive erection back into his pants, then rose to grab a towel. When he returned he couldn't bear to look at her, even as he wiped her skin and pulled her gown into place. He tossed the towel away and sat on the edge of the bed, head in his hands. Never had he felt so ashamed, so low. How was he going to face her tomorrow, between the night on the morrow he was between her legs, his taut muscles coiling beneath her fingertips.

"God, I love you," he said raggedly.

"Mum will be home soon," she whispered.

"And I love you, too."

He pulled away and smiled. Bereft of his closeness, the water quickly chilled around her, and she shivered. He picked her up and waded to the steps.

Water fell from their bodies and splattered the concrete as he headed for the kitchen door.

" your mum's going to kill us if we get her floors wet," Jasper muttered.

Jasper set her down inside the door. "Wait here and I'll get us some towels."

She rubbed her hands up and down her arms and bounced on her toes in order to keep warm as he dashed naked up the stairs. Seconds later, he enveloped her in a towel and dried her from head to toe.

He leaned down to kiss her. "Get upstairs and get some clothes on or mum will scold me for not taking better care of you."

Katy snorted. "As if."

But she hurried up anyway to shower and dress. Anticipation curled in her stomach when she glanced at the clock. In just a few more hours his mum would be home.

Good morning Eric. I hated to leave you along in the house but I've got a business meeting to attend to, she kisses his check and left.

Hey Mark sorry am late Jeaner said." Rushing to re-do her hair and make-up, he is a potential investor and you are our best shot how could you be so late?. Great he is here.

Every body leave.

Good morning sir am Jeaner and she stiffen, he was grinding at her, reality dawn on her ... ...

I know who you are and I believe I have a face or rather a tongue that almost unforgettable. "This is business tycoon Daniel Morrison who was the first and only man to posses her body. She broke up with him because he had suggested she put her nephew in a boarding school." I would like to show you our product they are.

I 'll ask the questions and you 'll answer. Why did you break up with me ? Um s.ss.sir this is an organization, not a place to discuss private matters.

I 'll be the judge of that now answer or else you want me to tell your chairman that you didn't impress me and am withdrawing my proposal to buy this company. But that's not fair " she said more to herself " I would be working under him and who knows what he 'll do me " as if reading her thought he smiled and said yea to whatever it is that your thinking. Daniel doesn't take no for an answer he was obsessed with owning the largest company in the world he was rude and proud the only thing good he had was me and now .... oh I don't know. I have to find out what he really wants.

Okay but a question for a question. Deal.

Deal, what is your real motive for wanting to buy this company? And why me at of all the staff to give you a report " though she knew she was one of the best at marking if not the best" that's two question which means I 'll answer anyone I like. Deciding to answer the second question. I wanted to you see you again, he answered more truthfully than he had expected "he should be angry, he had planned to shut her off in the middle of her presentation and asking her to re-do it as much as he pleased he could still do it but damn her, she was so beautiful and he had other pressing matters, he wouldn't have been so dumb not to do his own research on the company. And found it worth buying in a few years it would be earning him billions, the foundation was solid, thanks do Jeaner. He knew as well as others tycoon such as himself that the presentation would be given by their best marketer with only the best side of the company withholding information of the bad side of it."

Now my question.

Why didn't you get married or date anyone else after me?

Mr Morrison, that's two questions. It is , he shocked her by brushing his hands across her cheeks before grabbing her arm. But I 'll have my answer now. His voice commanding leaving no room for challenge. I..... l... didn't have time after she trailed off. After what? He said urging her on. "He had been extremely happy when he came back to America and found out she had still been living with only her nephew with no one else, she had kept herself for me after he had taken her virginity two months before their argument he had wanted to marry her, he still did." Come to my house tonight for your presentation. And before she could say no. You have only one chance. I don't give second chances." That he was well known for." But he had begged her countless times when they were still dating and his workers all loved her because she would make him treat them occasionally and allow the girls to peck his cheeks and take photos with him countless times but without her no longer there he had been empty and hurt he had never begged anyone liked he begged her. And now he would make her beg in return." As he stepped out.

Jeaner, Mark called what did he say. Forming a smile on her, he said by tomorrow we would know. All her collogues seemed happy as they chant her name. The chairman was indebt and needed to sell the company. Though she didn't want Daniel to buy the company, she knew that he would do great as the company owner, that's if she succeed. And she would, if for nothing else but the chant of praises and the chairman, actually that was all it was.

She wore a black short gown intent on seducing him if all attempts to impress him failed, as she stood in front of his door, noticing that all his household staffs had retired for the night quite early. Maybe she wasn't the only one intent on seduction. she regretted wearing this gown, the moment she turn to leave, he opened the door, his eyes raked down her body as if he impress with her choice of clothes. Reading her thought he'd said impressive. He opened the door wider for her to come in. Her eyes widened in surprise he wasn't wearing any shirt, only a pair of sweat pants.

Could you put on a shirt, why he said grinning he jaw clenched, this is my house I can do whatever I please, which includes how I dress. So let me know when your ready to hear my presentation. Your presentation, Jeany, I don't need your presentation. Then what do you want? I want you, I want you in my bed.

That will not happen Daniel you left me" as tears rolled down her eyes " when I needed you the most or did you forget. "poking his chest with her hands." He had begged in the way he thought he knew how. Am sorry he said, am sorry I guessed that, I should have known how hard it was to lose your sister I should have been there for you instead of leaving like a crowd am sorry. Please just give me a second chance. No Daniel, I don't think I can, you hurt me too much, " she was the one who had ended the relationship but he wasn't going to point out that now" ceasing the opportunity he kissed her gathering her in his arm as she fought him before melting into his arm. Kissing him back. He coaxed her lips apart, slipped his tongue inside. The sound that hummed in his throat was pure approval. This had to stop, she told herself. Immediately. Oh, God, she felt dizzy, hot, helpless. Her blood pressure must be... Her pulse had to...

Then his teeth scraped gently over her bottom lip and she didn't think at all. "Sweet" he murmured, losing himself. His hand slipped down so that his fingers could stroke over the back of her neck, make her shiver. "What have we got here?" "Wait." She put a hand to his chest, surprised that his heart beat was as fast as hers, when he'd seemed so much in control. "Just wait."

"I don't want to." Daniel deepened the kiss before either of them could prepare for it. He wanted to pull her down into his lap, move his lips from hers to her throat, from throat to shoulder, and keep working his way down until he got to her toes.

"I said wait." She broke free, fought for breath, for composure, for rationality. "We have an arrangement." I came here for my presentation and if l won't have it then I best be going. He only lifted his brows. "Do you have a problem with me wanting to make love to you. No, that's not the point. She raked a hand up through her hair, causing it to spike like a sunflower. "Don't be ridiculous."

"Do you consider kissing an unhealthy habit?" Suspicious, she slanted a look over at him. "You're making fun of me." "Maybe of both of us. And since I'll take that for a no, I'll confess I think kissing you could become a habit." He lifted a fingertip to trace her mouth while his cool blue eyes skimmed over her face. "I'm developing a thing for you." "A thing?" "I haven't figured out the definition yet. But I'm working on it. Or maybe I should call it a condition. You'd relate to that." His fingers trailed down to trace her jaw. "Maybe you'd help me explore it, study it." His eyes met hers, curiosity gleamed in them. "You're nervous," he realized with a jolt of surprise and pleasure. "I would have sworn you didn't have a nerve in your body, with the things I've watched you do these past weeks. You never flinch, you never hesitate, you never sag. But you're nervous right now, because I'm touching you. And that, Jeaner, is incredibly arousing."We want each other. Maybe after tonight we won't want each other anymore, and that'll be that."

"And if one does, and one doesn't?"

"That'll be damn bad luck for that somebody." He rose and, taking her hand, pulled her to her feet. "Let's find out." She wasn't finished yet, not nearly, but he had already wrestled the controls out of her hands. His mouth was firm, possessive, and gave hers no choice but to open to his on a moan of the purest pleasure.

She'd wanted to make him hers, to drive him slowly mad until he agreed to everything. But the need that sprang free inside her, primal and raw. Seduction on either side would have to wait. Her hands gripped the hard ridge of muscle up his back. His strength tantalized her, fascinated her. And was desperate for more. "I really love your body," she managed to say. He tugged the shoulders of the snug gown down, latched his mouth on her throat. "Same goes." He grabbed the hook of her belt and sent it rattling to the floor. His hands roamed over the slick material, tormenting them both, then onto flesh, a rough scrape of callus against pampered skin. Their mouths met again, hotly, wetly, with a tangle of tongues and a scrape of teeth and echoing groans of need. Her breath caught when he swept her up. For a moment, she felt utterly helpless, overpowered, conquered. Panicked excitement prickled along her skin. Then he was laying her on the thick duvet, and his eyes were on hers as he peeled away the gown. The quick shudder surprised her. She'd prepared herself for him, she'd known the evening would end in just this way. But she hadn't known, couldn't have known, that a long, searing look from those intense blue eyes could sever the knots of her control so quickly. With a sound of greed, she reared up, arms and legs snaking around him, mouth fusing with his. She was as erotic as any temptress, as dangerous as any siren. The blood raced through his veins, with the flavor of her spiking it like a drug. He was rough, couldn't help himself. She'd already snapped his tenuous connection with the civilized. His fingers dug into her hips, would leave bruises. His mouth crushed down on hers until she whimpered in dazed delight. Then, dragging her head back by her hair, he savaged her throat. Her skin was already damp from the heat when he pushed her back, when his mouth and hands possessed her breasts. The air was too thick to breathe, and each gulp of it made her head reel. There were flames inside her, heating her system beyond bearing. As desperate as he to touch, to taste, to take, she rolled with him over the bed.

Their legs tangled as she dragged at his pants. Every second was delicious torture, every movement a wild thrill. He felt his own muscles quivering as his slick skin slid over hers. There had never been anything or anyone he craved as he craved her. Every inch of her, every curve, every tremble, every moan. The need for her was like edgy fingers gripping at his throat, his heart, his loins. He drove himself into her, blindly, fiercely, felt her clamp around him like a hot fist. Triumph, heady and sweet, streaked through him when she cried out. Then those long, limber legs wrapped around him. Her hands fisted on the bedcover as the first violent orgasm ripped through her. The pressure inside her tore free, then built again, forcing her to sob in air. Mindlessly she scraped her nails down his back, arched against him, and met the next crest head-on. He fought back the mists that blurred his vision. He wanted to see her, had to see her, as their bodies plunged toward the edge. Her face was flushed and damp, her eyes were closed, her lips trembling, her hair a wild tangle of fire over the rumpled bedclothes. Something struggled for freedom inside him, something more complex and more demanding than lust. He fought it back, let himself ride on the towering wave of sensation.

But it was her name that broke from his lips as he emptied himself into her. They didn't speak. Jeaner wondered if her vocal cords had been singed by the heat they generated together. She'd never felt like this before, so sated and weak, so sinuously female. She was content to drop off into sleep just like this, sprawled naked on the bed, with Daniel's body pinning hers heavily to the mattress. When he shifted a little, she sighed, and wondered if it was the only sound she'd be capable of making for the next year or so. She looked... smug, Daniel thought as he managed to lift his head to study her face. As his mind cleared, he'd worried that he'd hurt her. He knew his hands were big and rough, and though he doubted he'd be considered a gentle lover, he'd never been quite so unrestrained. He was afraid he'd come perilously close to brutal. But judging by that contented expression on her face, it didn't appear apologies were in order. He was grateful. He hated apologizing. Then her eyes fluttered open and met his. Her lips curved wider. "Mmm..." she said. "At the very least." It surprised him that he wanted to-needed to-trace a fingertip along her jawline. Her skin was soft there, despite the arrogance of the shape. Giving in to the urge, he lowered his head and brushed his lips just under her chin. The gesture made her heart flutter. She told herself it was a foolish reaction, even a dangerous one. Her heart had to maintain a safe distance. Despite the warmth of his body, she shivered.

"Cold?" He wanted to bundle her up, to keep her warm. To keep her. And that wayward thought tied an uneasy knot in his stomach. The shiver had had nothing to do with the cold, but she latched on to the excuse. "A bit." She couldn't stop herself from lifting a hand, running it through the tousled length of his hair. "I guess we could use another log on the fire." "I'll get it." He leaned down, intending to kiss her lightly, casually. And lingered over it until they were both clinging. Desire built again, too quickly for either of them to build a defense. Together, they reached out, draped the duvet over themselves, and yielded to it.

Aunt where have you been? You got me worried all night. How was the meeting the investor? Did it go well. She wanted go reply more than well actually" but, she just nodded. So have you eaten, should I make breakfast. Aunt it's well past break fast and I want to tell you something, I like someone. This time it's different.

How do you know? Most times you never really know if you like someone without actually getting intimate with the person" thinking about daniel" aunt. Aunt, I 've kissed her okay and I really like her. Okay let see I 'll go make tea and we could talk over it while we eat cookie sound perfect, sure aunt. So who is the lucky lady." Biting her cookie and then sipping her tea". It's Hayley. Hayley Mortuspan. She spat at his face, or my God Eric am so sorry I didn't mean that. I take it as a no. You don't like her. No not her, her parents, Eric I have something to tell you now that your eighteen about that family. You should stay as far away as you can, that's what your mother would have wanted.

I have been waiting for this moment all my life, the moment when I finally get invited to the Mortuspan house. And when a girl gets invited to a boy house to have dinner with his parents. You know what that means ?

As I walked into the house I felt odd like for the first time I was really scared. I have never been scared in my life neither have I had yo value any ones opinion of me, yet i find myself wanting his parent to like me.As Ethan kissed me just right outside his house I melted into his chest and he cupped my breast and squeezed. I moan into his mouth and we heard the door open Hayley was stand there with a grin on her face. Wonder what would have happened if mum had found you both I wager it would not have been pleasant for you Ethan. Halley said as she left us. We dinned together as we discussed the pressing matter on how the VESTISH MIRROR would be showcased on the fortnight. Curiosity got the best of me as i decided to coarse him into sleep with me tonight. I went down the hall to the room where the display of the mirror was. Wanting to be the first to see It and then I saw it fascinating, shining, sparkling, mesmerizing, glittering and then my worst nightmare Eric's face starring back at me with my favourite pout.