Free Mid Life Love: At Last by Whitney Gracia Williams Page B

down chess square cake? Or do you think she could’ve—”
    He pressed his lips against mine and pulled me into his lap, making me forget whatever I was about to say.
    “First of all,” he said as he let my lips go. “I never flirt back. I simply smile and respond because that’s the nice thing to do. Second of all, the only reason I didn’t look at you during this meeting was because I knew that if I did, I’d be laying you across this table in front of everyone. And third, eight months ago I couldn’t get you to go out in public with me and now you’re showing me affection all the time—which, I fucking love I must say, but I think you are jealous. As a matter of fact, I think you’re the jealous type .”
    “ What ? I am not...”
    “You are.” He kissed me again. “But I like it.”
    I shook my head, prepared to tell him exactly why I wasn’t the jealous type, but he lifted me out of his lap and set me on the table. Before I could ask what he was doing, he slid the straps of my dress down and unsnapped my bra, letting it fall into my lap.
    “Do you want to know how I know you’re the jealous type, Claire?” He smiled and grabbed one of the wooden sticks, placing a strawberry on it and smothering it in chocolate.
    “Seeing as though I’m not , it’d be pretty interesting to hear your thoughts...”
    “Hmmm.” He moved the strawberry over my breasts, letting the chocolate drip over my nipples. Then he slowly moved it towards my mouth. “Eat it...”
    I took a few small bites and swallowed. “I can see how dripping chocolate on me proves that I’m the jealous type.”
    “You ran onto that stage last year and kissed me in front of everyone because you were jealous that Stacy was pretending to be my girlfriend, because you didn’t want her anywhere near me.”
    “No...I ran up there to prove to you that—” I stopped once he leaned forward and licked one of my nipples.
    “I think that deep down that’s the real reason why you ran up there—you didn’t want her to have me.” He slowly took my other nipple into his mouth and ran his fingers through my hair.
    “That’s not true...” I murmured.
    He looked into my eyes and smiled. Then he dipped one of his fingers in chocolate and pushed it into my mouth.
    “I wanted to fuck you right on that stage when you did that...” He waited until I’d sucked his finger clean. “But seeing as though you didn’t do it out of jealousy ...”
    My breath caught in my throat as he pushed my shoulders down so my back was against the table.
    “There are other reasons that clearly prove you’re the jealous type...”
    I moaned as he shifted the bottom of my dress up to my stomach, as he leaned forward and pressed a long, hot kiss between my thighs.
    “The real reason why you always go as my date to company functions isn’t because you’re trying to be a good girlfriend ...” His voice was low. “It’s because you don’t want another woman to get close to me without knowing I’m taken. And you make sure that they know because you never let my hand go...Am I drawing the wrong conclusions?”
    I didn’t say anything. I just bit my lip as he flicked my clit with his tongue in between sentences—rendering me completely helpless.
    He sat up and grabbed another strawberry, letting the warm liquid drip onto my stomach. He kept his gaze locked on mine as he smeared it across my navel.
    “You make Angela text you anytime I have a one on-one meeting with a female client...” He swirled his tongue around my skin, gently licking everything and holding my thighs still. “And you always call right before those meetings... Or show up to my office as soon as they’re done...” He kissed his way up to my neck. “You think I haven’t noticed?”
    “ Jonathan ...”
    He let out a low laugh and blew a kiss against my ear. “You still don’t think you’re the jealous type?”
    I was trying not to give in. He was kissing my lips and softly caressing my