“Riker,” Janes says at practically a yell. I know I have a very short amount of time to answer her question.
“This is Ana,” I explain. “She’s an old friend.”
“An old friend?” Ana asks, raising an eyebrow.
Jane puts her hands on her hips. She’s scary when she’s mad. “Well, old friend,” she says to Ana, putting emphasis on my lie by omission, “I think it’s time for you to go.”
Ana feels Jane’s wrath as much as I do. She grabs her purse and quickly leaves without saying anything or meeting my or Jane’s eyes.
As the door shuts behind Ana, Jane stomps over to me.
“What the fuck were you thinking, Riker? Is this going to be how it is? Maybe that would have been okay with your other friends, but I will not be disrespected like that.”
Everything catches up to me at once. I stand up and meet her halfway. “Whoa,” I say. “Pump the breaks, Jane. You’re acting like this is a real engagement.”
Some emotion flashes in her eyes, but I can’t tell what it is.
“We are on the cover of every magazine in New York, Riker,” she says, always logical. “You can’t treat your apartment like it’s Grand Central Station. People will talk. And I will not be made to look like a fool.”
I do feel bad about that. But can’t I also be frustrated? Nothing happened, and suddenly I’m on trial again. That’s what I get for setting up this whole plan with a lawyer.
“You’re not being made to look like a fool,” I tell her, exasperated. “Nothing happened with Ana. Even if it did, it’s none of your business, Jane. I’m not your property.”
As soon as the words leave my lips, I know it’s a challenge. So does Jane. Immediately, I know this is a fight I’m going to lose. She takes me by the collar and pulls me down to her level. She kisses me hard. She’s in total control, and she knows it.
When she breaks away from the kiss, I’m stunned. My brain barely works. She pushes me back down in my chair and straddles me. She roughly pulls me into another kiss. I’ve never had a woman take control quite like this before. Some have tried, but I’ve always been just as aggressive. But Jane is different, like she is in all things. I briefly think back to my conversation with Ana. I was right. This is like nothing I’ve experienced before.
Jane’s hands are in my hair, and mine start to feel her body. I’m incredibly turned on. She grabs my hands and directs them where to go. I comply with her silent demands. Before I know it, she’s pulling me back to the bedroom and our clothes are coming off. She stays in control. It’s not often a woman can give me an entirely new experience, but Jane surprises me again and again. Everything is passionate and erotic. The world and Ana and the legal issues and everything else fades away. It’s only me and her and how our bodies feel together.
21 Jane
What the hell am I doing?
I know I’m kissing Riker. I’m kissing Riker after I found him with that girl. An old friend, as he called her. I know what hanging out with friends looks like, and that didn’t look like it. I feel different. Possessive of him somehow. When he told me he wasn’t my property, I had to show him he is mine. I guess that’s what I’m doing. I’m staking my claim.
I push him back onto the chair and straddle him. I feel like I’m watching myself go through these motions. I don’t know who this sexy dominatrix is, but I think I like her. I feel myself run my hands through his hair. His hands rest on my hips and then move up to my breasts. It’s like an electric shock that pulls me back into my body. I need more.
I put my hands over his and squeeze them harder around my breasts. His touch sends pulses of pleasure all through my body. I grind against him and he lets out a moan. I smile as I realize I have him completely at my mercy. I test his limits and run his hands up and down my torso. He hungrily feels every part of me. We feed into each other’s pleasure, and the movements become more instinctual.
I’m lost in how good his body feels against mine. I need him now. I get up and pull him toward the bedroom. When we get in there, I fall back on the bed and pull him down on top of me. I can feel how hard he is as he presses himself in between my legs. He’s rubbing on me and holding me close to him, as if we can meld together and become one being.
My thoughts wander to the things that have led us to this point. I should still be mad, but I just can’t keep my hands off him when we’re together. And I have to wonder why I am mad. This is all to win the case. So why are we in bed together like this? Why is this so real? I hold him tighter to me. Whatever the reason is, I need him.
I pull at his shirt. He sits back long enough to pull it off. I pull mine off to match him. He takes the opportunity to begin to undo his belt. As quickly as we can, we both get naked. He leans down over me and kisses a trail from my lips down to my neck. Having to get out of our clothes slowed down our urgency, but it only increased our need.
I trail my fingers down his spine, and I feel a shiver go through him. My hands circle around his hips and meet again around his cock. I run my hands up and down his length. His skin is so smooth. It’s almost velvety. He
