Wrong (Breaking the Rules) (20 page)

The ride home was quiet. I still could not believe that Elizabeth’s dad was fucking Calvin.
Unbelievable.

“Want to go to your place or mine?” I asked her on the way back.

“Mine,” she replied quietly. She was clearly upset over the entire ordeal.

Calvin and I had managed to respect her and not fight with each other through the dinner. We hadn’t stuck around afterwards and were already heading back home.

“Elizabeth, I’m so sorry. I’ve never been one to result to violence, but he fucking pissed me off when he insulted my dad. I saw red and acted before I realized that it was a terrible idea. Please forgive me, baby.” I wanted her to know that I wasn’t some meathead who went around punching people when I got angry.

“It’s okay,” she answered softly.

Once we arrived at her apartment, I turned off the car.

“Babe, can I come up?” I hoped she would agree.

“Jordan, of course you can.”

We quietly got out and made it upstairs to her apartment without incident.

“Hey, guys!” Olive chirped from her position on the arm of the couch. Every time I saw that girl, she was sitting like a cat perched on a limb of a tree, long legs twisted underneath her in what looked to be an uncomfortable position.

“Hi, Olive,” we said in unison. Elizabeth went over to her and hugged her. I sat in the recliner and started texting Jackson the story about tonight’s events with Calvin.

“Olive? Did you have a chance to call the bakery today?” Elizabeth questioned.

“Yes, and I also put in our catering order at Andi’s favorite restaurant. I still feel bad that she’s having her party here all because of me. Pepper, I would have tried to go out for her, you know.” Her eyes filled with tears.

“Sweetie, I know you would, but Andi loves you too much to make you feel uncomfortable. We’re going to have a blast. I’m going to head to the liquor store tomorrow on the way home from work. The decorations are in my closet. Is she staying with Jackson tonight?”

“Yeah, babe. I’m texting Jackson right now. She’ll come back here after work tomorrow for the party,” I told her.

“Great. That will give us time to decorate. Olive, come help me get all of the decorations out.”

The girls disappeared into her room. My phone chimed again.

Jackie:
No fucking way dude. That has to be the worst possible scenario. So I’m assuming you didn’t find out anything at the meeting since you punched Calvin?

Me:
Well, he just told me what we already knew. They claim no illegal involvement and Nadia is right smack in the middle. How is the divorce coming along?

Jackie:
I hope the bitch goes down. Joel finally convinced her to sign the divorce papers and we’ll be finalized in the coming weeks. I can’t fucking wait to get that monkey off my back so I can move on with my life. Andi deserves it.

Me:
I agree. Congrats dude. Oh, speaking of Andi, she doesn’t want you to go overboard for her birthday.

Jackie:
Ha. Not going to happen.

Me:
I tried. Talk to you tomorrow.

“Get your lazy ass over here and help us hang these streamers,” Elizabeth barked from the stool she was standing on. I laughed because, even on the barstool, she couldn’t reach the high ceilings.

I strode over and let her boss me around for the next hour while we decorated. She thrived on being in control in situations like this. Grinning at her the entire time, I did as I was told. After we’d decorated, we retired to her room.

“I’m going to hop in the shower,” she told me as she shed her clothes on the way to the bathroom. Catching a glimpse of her perfect ass as she shimmied out of her jeans, I quickly followed suit. By the time I was undressed, she’d already stepped into the steamy shower.

Climbing inside with her, I took a moment to observe her as she washed her hair. With the water running over her skin and her breasts pointed out as she tilted her hair back to rinse her hair, I felt my dick harden at the beautiful sight. I wouldn’t ever get enough of her. Reaching out for her, I gently cupped her breasts in my hands. Her head tilted back down and she met my heated gaze. The smile she gave me made my chest constrict. She was absolutely exquisite. I was a lucky man.

“Jordan, you look pretty hot with water running over your chest,” she pronounced sweetly as her fingers delicately skirted across my abs.

“Babe, I was thinking the same damn thing about you,” I confessed. My mouth descended upon hers and we kissed hard, all sweetness gone.

Her moan into my mouth was carnal. We wanted each other right then. I grabbed her ass and hoisted her up. She wrapped legs around my hips and her arms around my neck, catching my drift. Turning, I pressed her against the cold tile, and she yelped from the feel of it against her hot skin.

Slowly, I eased her onto my shaft, and she tossed her head back in pleasure. She was already wet for me. It would seem I had that effect on her. Once she was situated, I plunged in and out of her as her pussy gripped my dick. Her neck was exposed to me so I sucked and nibbled her while she bounced on my cock. She moaned loudly, indicating that she was close to her orgasm. In the next instant, I felt the walls of her sex constrict my cock as her climax tore through her. Immediately after hers, I lost it and my hot come burst into her.

“Will making love with you ever get old?” she asked, cheeks flushed.

I chastely kissed her lips before replying. “Never. We were made for each other.”

Her smile was my undoing, and I spent the rest of the night showing her exactly what a perfect fit we were.

Last night had been perfect.
Can I get away with staying in bed with him for the rest of my life?
For as much as we’d made love, I was sore but still wanted more, completely addicted to his body.

Work went by in a flash as Stan and I prepared for the gala tomorrow night. I’d received my phone finally and was ecstatic to once again have a better connection to Jordan. When five rolled around, I was eager to get home to prepare for Andi’s party.

Jordan had been busy working with the fraud examiner all day, so his texts had been short, one-word replies. Before I left, I figured I would do something to get his blood flowing. Glad that my office door was closed, I shimmied my skirt up over my knees to above my thighs, revealing my pink panties and thinking that Andi would be proud of what I was about to do.

I snapped the picture and texted it to him. His response was immediate.

Jordan:
BABE! You’re KILLING me right now. I’ve got a hard-on because of your sexy ass picture and AJ’s sitting across the table from me!

I laughed. No more one-word answers for Jordan. Taking it up another notch, I slid my panties over and slipped a finger into my wet folds. Positioning the phone with my other hand, I took another picture and texted it to him.

Jordan:
Fuck me.

When my phone started ringing, I smiled.

“Hi, Jordan. How’s your day?” I asked nonchalantly, knowing that he was going crazy.

He didn’t buy into it and cut straight to the chase. “Babe, how does your finger feel inside of you? Do you wish it were my finger?” he whispered into the phone. Things suddenly went from joking to hot.

“It feels good but yours feels better.”

“Slide another one in and close your eyes. I’m touching you. Can you feel me?”

My eyes fluttered closed as I imagined his fingers in me. My breath hitched at the visual.

“That’s it, baby. Curl your fingers. Do you feel your g-spot?” he crooned into the phone.

I did as I was told and gasped. “Yes, Jordan. I feel it. Oh my God,” I moaned back at him.

His growl did me in, and I almost dropped the phone. My orgasm racked through me, and I could feel my pussy clenching around my fingers.

“Is everything okay?” Stan questioned, bursting into the room.

Shit!
I guessed I had been a little loud. Jerking out my fingers, I fumbled to pull my skirt back down. Stan was just staring, open-mouthed, making no moves to leave my office. My face burned with embarrassment.

“Who the hell is that?” Jordan barked into the phone.

“My boss, Stan. I need to go.” He was still griping when I hung up on him.

“Uh, Stan, I…” I tried to explain, stammering.

He face morphed from shock to a huge smile. “No need to explain, Pepper. Next time though, let me take care of it for you. I’d do anything to see that look on your face again.” He grinned once more and left my office.

This had to be the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to me. What was worse than his just walking in was the fact that he’d offered to do it for me next time. Jordan was going to shit a brick when I told him. If I even told him.

“Just put it over here,” I ordered Bray as he walked in with a present for Andi. We didn’t have the best relationship but I was trying for Andi’s sake since her shrink said that we all needed to accept him into our group to help her fully heal. Olive rounded the corner, and Bray did what every guy does when they see Olive. He drank her up. His eyes were about to pop out of his head.

“Put your tongue back in your mouth, asswipe,” I snapped at him, rolling my eyes.

Collecting himself, he grinned at her. “Nice to meet you. I’m Bray.”

She gave him her fake smile but didn’t extend her hand to meet his. His frown made me laugh. Olive was loyal as hell to us, and she hated all of the stories I’d told her regarding Andi’s past with Bray.

“You too,” she said and retreated back into the kitchen.

“I’ll never live it down, will I?” he asked rhetorically as he headed to the table where the other presents were.

Ignoring him, I answered anyway. “Nope, dickhead. So don’t get any ideas about Olive. If you ever cared about Andi, don’t go there.” He glared at me but nodded his head. I loved being a bitch to him. It somehow made up for what he had done to Andi.
Almost.

The doorbell rang and I hurried over to answer it. After grabbing the bags of food and paying the delivery guy, I brought them to the kitchen. Bray was leaning against the counter, smiling over at Olive, who was blushing. Her light chocolate skin would burn red around her cheeks and neck when was embarrassed.