Torrid Love - Caught! Page 4

  Roxanne pulled her car door open with more force than needed, and tossed her briefcase to the passenger side.

  Jordan had parked several cars down, and when she glanced up his gaze met hers. She made no attempt at hiding her anger as she pursed her lips and glared at him. As usual, however, his expression remained calm. The sun caught his black hair, making it shine, but his eyes were as dark as a night sky as they held her gaze captive. Without opening his car door, he walked over to her. Roxanne forced herself to get into her car, but couldn’t shut her door before Jordan opened it again.

  “What are you doing?” Roxanne felt surprise dampen her anger when Jordan took her arm and pulled her out of the car. She glanced around the parking lot nervously, but being midafternoon, the place was fairly quiet.

  “Do you really think Uphouse gives a rat’s ass how well you can play the market?” His tone brought her pause, and she simply stared at him. “The man is loaded. If he wants to fuck he can pay for a whore.”

  Roxanne’s mouth opened when she realized Jordan’s implication. She shut it quickly and swallowed, then straightened to take on the intimidating man who had her pinned between her car and her car door.

  “If someone asks me to do something after work, I am more than capable of telling them whether or not I will be available.” She put her hands on her hips and dared to face those black eyes. “We do not have a heavy work load this afternoon, and if I wish to see the man after work that is my prerogative.”

  “And if I decide that I want every file audited this afternoon that is my prerogative.” Jordan took Roxanne by the shoulders, wanting more than anything to shake some sense into her. Instead he brushed his thumbs over the curve of her shoulders, forcing his tone to soften. “Get yourself back to work. I’ll be there shortly.”

  “You can’t suddenly load me down with work just to make sure I don’t go out tonight.” Roxanne turned as if to get out of the car again, but doing so would have made her run into Jordan, who had a hand on her car door, and another on the roof of her car.

  “Those files haven’t been audited in a while.” He knew he couldn’t keep her at work late every night, but he would do everything in his power to keep her from seeing Uphouse.

  The man didn’t live here, Jordan did, and he needed to see Roxanne again. There was no way she could have much of a social life with the hours she kept. It wasn’t hard to hear the office gossip, to know she no longer had a boyfriend.

  “Get back to work.” Now wasn’t the time, but he would arrange to talk to her further in a more intimate setting.

  Roxanne slammed her fists against the steering wheel after Jordan closed her car door for her. He fought a grin, loving her fiery temper. She would be worth every minute of taming.

  * * * * *

  As it turned out, Jordan didn’t return to the office until almost five. Roxanne had been kept fairly busy with phone calls, but if Roger Uphouse had tried to reach her, Dorothy hadn’t put the call through. At five before five, Roxanne shut her computer down, and headed toward the elevator.

  “Have a good evening, Dorothy,” she smiled, and then noticed Jordan standing by one of the filing cabinets, surveying an open file he had spread over the top of the cabinet.

  He glanced at the wall clock, and then at Roxanne. She ignored him, and turned to leave. It crossed her mind that she should go over a few phone messages with him, and any other day she would have. But at the moment, she felt too outraged and baffled by his behavior earlier that day. He had acted like he owned her.

  She let the glass doors to Hall Enterprises close silently behind her and hurried to the elevator before its doors closed. Jordan returned his attention to the file on top of the cabinet and she studied him while the elevator doors closed.

  His image—that perfect body, his strong powerful features, the way he looked so in control, even when he simply looked over a file—distracted her thoughts during her drive home.

  Roxanne had just stepped out of her hot bubble bath, the one she didn’t get the night before, when the phone rang. She wrapped her towel around her, dabbing at herself until she picked up the phone.

  “Roxanne?” The man’s voice didn’t sound familiar.

  “Who is this?”

  “Roger Uphouse. I hope I’m not reaching you at a bad time.”

  Roxanne padded across her now damp carpet to her room, and tossed her towel over the back of her chair next to her computer desk. She plopped on her bed, and stroked Matisse, who stretched to make the job easier.

  “No, it’s not a bad time.” She stared at her painted toenails, and Matisse rubbed against her foot. “But how did you get this number?”

  “When I called your office and your receptionist told me you were on the other line, she was kind enough to give me your last name. Directory assistance did the rest.” There was a smile in Roger’s tone, and Roxanne couldn’t help but grin at his boyish tone, but she wondered why she hadn’t received a message that Roger had called. “I had some work to finish, but find myself now here alone at my suite. I thought I’d check to see if you’re free this evening.”

  Matisse hopped to the floor and trotted out of the room. Roxanne leaned against her pillow and ran her hand down her naked body. It had been more than apparent that Jordan didn’t want her to see this man.

  If he wants to fuck, he can pay for a whore. The words he’d thrown in her face still got her ire up. She circled her nipple with her fingernail, and watched it pucker as she considered Roger’s offer.

  “What did you have in mind?” She didn’t see anything wrong with knowing the man’s intention firsthand. Jordan could be completely off-base about what Roger wanted.

  “There’s a nice lounge downstairs. I’m at the Marriott South. I’d like your company, Roxanne. You seem intelligent, and you are very beautiful. Let me send my car for you, and we will see how the night goes.”

  Roxanne knew the Marriott to be one of the nicer hotels in downtown Kansas City. She rolled off her bed and walked through her house, which had grown dark as evening had set in, toward her kitchen. She slid a wineglass free from the wooden rack that hung above her sink, and poured wine as she considered Roger’s proposal.

  “Well, Roger, I just got out of a hot bath, and hadn’t planned on going anywhere this evening. How long will you be in town?”

  “Probably for a week, or so. Just have a drink with me this evening. Tomorrow night I can take you dancing.” Roger’s pleasant tone tempted her. He didn’t make demands like some men did.

  “Why don’t we have that drink tomorrow evening?” Roxanne turned to stare at her dark kitchen, and leaned her bare back against her counter. “I don’t think I have a heavy schedule tomorrow, so maybe we can make a night of it.”

  “Roxanne, that sounds wonderful.” Roger chuckled into the phone. “Now don’t you let Hall work you to death. He doesn’t realize the treasure he has at his fingertips.”

  Roxanne pondered the man’s final words as she bade him good night. She wasn’t too sure Roger Uphouse knew Jordan as well as he thought he did.

  “So you’re going to go out with the man anyway?” The voice through the darkness made Roxanne jump, and chilled wine spilled down the front of her naked body.

  She turned to see the tall, forbidding shadow leaning against her back door at the other end of the kitchen. How long had Jordan Hall been standing there?

  Chapter Three

  Roxanne had thrown him a curveball. Not only had he inaccurately concluded how she would react toward him after he’d fucked her silly, he had discovered that she apparently had no intention of seeking him out for round two. Jordan didn’t like reading a person wrong, and he seldom did. When she responded to Uphouse’s flirting earlier that day, he had decided the best thing to do would be to help Roxanne see how she needed to keep her priorities straight. She answered to him first.

  He had no problem with scooping up her afternoon messages when he’d arrived at the office. He brought them to her often enou
gh that Dorothy didn’t think anything of it. And he knew he would find a message from Uphouse among them. Roger had left a message saying he would try to reach her at her house that evening. Jordan decided a social call might be in order, but when he approached her front door, he realized the silly woman hadn’t closed her blinds yet. Through the dim light in her house, he had watched her walk to her kitchen without a stitch of clothing on. The front door had been locked, but he found the back door opened without a squeak.

  “What the hell are you doing in my house?” Roxanne glared at her him through the unlit room, temporarily forgetting her nudity in front of him.

  “I told you not to go out with him.” Jordan pushed away from the wall, and took her glass from her, setting it on the counter before she could react.

  He pulled the towel, which hung around the refrigerator handle, and then rubbed it down her front.

  Roxanne slapped at him, and jumped backward at the same time. “Would you quit always trying to dry me?”

  “I will when you quit getting wet every time we’re alone together.”

  His double meaning wasn’t missed. Roxanne stared at him without a response for one moment, and then growled her frustration. She stormed out of the kitchen, knowing clothes were imperative at that moment. She didn’t make it halfway to her room before Jordan grabbed her arm and spun her around.

  “All he wants to do is fuck you,” he hissed, as he held her wrist pinned in the air.

  Although the only light filtered from the bedroom, Jordan’s black eyes glowed with strong emotion.

  “And you, what do you want?” she snarled, ready to slap some sense—and manners—into this man.

  Jordan pinned her wrist to the wall behind her. The impact made the picture frame, hanging inches from her hand, rattle. She reached to push his chest backward, but he grabbed that wrist and pinned it against the wall as well. Roxanne glared at him, as she stood bare-ass naked against the wall, with her hands pinned on either side of her head.

  “What I don’t want is a one-night stand.” Jordan didn’t press against her, but stood a good foot away, not lowering his gaze once, but focused on her brown eyes that at the moment swarmed with anger. “And you’re not going to start sleeping around.”

  “Not that it’s any of your business, but I haven’t had sex with anyone in a long time before last night,” she hissed through clenched teeth and then struggled against his grip. “Now let me go.”

  Jordan released her wrists, but instead of pulling his hands free from her, he ran them down the undersides of her arms. When he bent his head to brush his lips over hers, Roxanne found it hard to breathe. Jordan Hall had entered her space, made her being part of his being, and she wasn’t sure how or when he had done it.

  “Letting you go isn’t an option,” he whispered into her mouth, and then deepened the kiss.

  He would calm her anger. If it took all evening, she would know he meant what he said. It had been a long time since someone had gotten under his skin the way Roxanne had. There was no way he would let her slip through his fingers. She was too hot, too damned sexy to allow her to stray from him.

  Roxanne felt drugged from the spell she felt certain the man had planted on her. Her mind fogged with need, her rational thought slipping while the ache inside her began throbbing without shame.

  Jordan released her mouth, tracing a fiery path across her cheek to her ear. She sucked in air, trying her damnedest to maintain control of the situation before she begged him to fuck her again.

  “Would you have me take you up against a wall again?” Jordan’s voice scraped over her naked body, like wicked fingernails, giving her exotic chills.

  Roxanne blinked, fighting the fog that enveloped her senses. Why did he have to ask her how or where she wanted it? Jordan knew how to make decisions, and she was all for him deciding the position right now. All she knew was that she wanted—no—she needed him to satisfy her again as he had last night. She raised her hands to his chest, pushing without success.

  Jordan grabbed her shoulders and turned her toward the only lit room in her home. His hands slid down her arms while he moved her toward the light, grabbing her wrists and pinning them behind her back. She walked as his captive into her bedroom. Jordan pushed her forward, causing her to fall on to her bed. She rolled over quickly, her legs bent and spread enough that the scent of her juices teased her nostrils.

  “You’re trying to control me,” she managed, words suddenly hard to form.

  Jordan stood over, definitely the sexiest man she’d ever laid eyes on.

  He took his time undressing, allowing her time to watch those long fingers while he unbuttoned his shirt, to those penetrating black orbs, glazed thick with desire. Roxanne sucked in a breath when he shrugged his shirt from his shoulders. Thick black curls spread across well-developed muscles.

  “Maybe you need to be controlled.” Jordan laid his work shirt over her chair and then freed his belt from his slacks.

  She watched him sit, and noted how hard his stomach was, not one ripple of fat appearing as he rested on her chair and took off his shoes, and then socks.

  “I need respect.” Her tits ached from desire causing them to swell.

  And she needed so much more, too. She grabbed one of her nipples and twisted it hard, feeling the shriek of need race down her abdomen to her pussy, which she quickly rubbed with her other hand.

  “You are one horny little bitch, aren’t you?” Jordan growled, and she bit her lip, liking the guttural sound of his voice. “Do you need it again that bad?”

  “I’m not the only one who needs it,” she accused, enjoying watching the striptease occurring in front of her.

  Rubbing her clit as he unzipped his pants, and then removed them along with his underwear, the small nub of flesh swelled against her finger, her cream soaking her fingers.

  The large cock that danced in front of her, surrounded by thick black curls, made her mouth water. She sat up without thought, and reached for it.

  “Oh yes, baby. This is all you need.” Jordan grabbed the back of her head, although she didn’t resist, and held her as she sucked his cock into her mouth, lapping at it eagerly. “Damn, babe. That’s it. Show my cock how badly you want it.”

  But she wasn’t the only one with needs, she’d been right. Jordan closed his eyes when she ran her moist lips along his dick. She licked and sucked at him, taking him in until her throat filled with him, then pulled back so that she could lap at him with her tongue. Jordan groaned, unable to tell her with words what she was doing to him.

  Jordan pulled his cock free, and pushed her back on the bed.

  He knelt on the edge of the bed, in between her legs. She ran her fingertips over his chest and the slight touch made him want to roll his eyes back in his head. He wouldn’t look away from her though, wouldn’t miss a moment of enjoying the sultry body lying in front of him.

  “You have perfect tits, sweetheart,” Jordan whispered as he grabbed them with his hands, giving them a rough squeeze.

  He sucked in one nipple, and then moved to the other one, nibbling first, and then soothing as his warm lips surrounded her areola. Roxanne let her eyes roll back as she closed them, and rolled her hips upward underneath him, fucking the air between them.

  “And this is the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen,” he said, after leaving a moist trail with his tongue down her stomach until he breathed on her soaked, glistening lips. His fingers parted her and he lapped at the cum that awaited him there.

  Roxanne groaned when he sucked her swollen clit, and then whipped it with his tongue. She exploded with her first orgasm, and his entire mouth covered the heat between her legs as his tongue did a wicked number, tracing a path again and again from her pussy to her clit.

  Jordan’s mouth was glazed with her pussy juices when he surfaced and crawled over her, until he stared with powerful lust down at her. “Are you ready for me?”

  “Yes, please,” she whispered, barely able to speak.


  “I’m going to beat that pussy with my cock.”

  Roxanne reached for his cock, unable to wait any longer, and aimed it at her pussy, then let go in a hurry when he plunged deep. She screamed and threw her head back, as he rose up to rest on his knees, and then took her legs and rested her ankles on his shoulders. He grabbed her tits and squeezed, as his balls slapped her ass and his cock pressed deeper and deeper with each lunge.

  Jordan leaned forward, pressing her legs up between the two of them, as he continued to turn her world sideways with the depth he reached with his thick cock. He kissed her open mouth and his tongue raced deep into her throat. She groaned and grabbed his shoulders, returning the kiss with as much eagerness.

  His final pound brought tears to her eyes as he grunted and growled and exploded inside her, then slowed but remained in her scalding pussy. She allowed one leg to slide from his shoulder, and Jordan adjusted himself and placed her other leg on her bed. She felt more sated than she could ever remember, knowing movement wasn’t an option at the moment, and having no desire to go anywhere.

  “Do you feel better now?” she murmured, and Jordan chuckled.

  He slid down the bed, and then sat on the edge, and Roxanne decided to attempt a sitting position, then ran fingers through her tousled hair, knowing she had to look like a just-fucked mess at the moment.

  “So tell me why you want to see Roger Uphouse?” Jordan turned to watch her and she met his gaze, his black eyes clear once again, yet appearing dangerously predatory.

  The way he looked at her made her insides flip-flop. The man had moved something inside Roxanne, and that didn’t sit well with her. Jordan had come to some conclusion that since she worked for him, he had sole rights to her. He was egotistical, and moving into more space than she had to offer. The man controlled her at work, but she worried he might try to control her home life too, and that scared her.

  “Well now, boss, he asked me out, and I don’t have any other plans.” She smiled at him, ignoring the intensity of his gaze at her response, as his black eyes seemed to swarm with disapproval while his lips straightened into the blank expression he mastered so well.