Free Love Through Pain by Ancelli Page A

that’s why he only had one bedroom, but Jazmine was making him see things differently. He now knew he could share his life with someone without feeling like less of a man because he couldn’t give them a child. Maybe it was time for him to find a good woman and settle down. Jazmine had been living with him for over a month, and every morning she placed a note in his pocket with a smile, thank you, or just a nice quote. When he was having a stressful day, he would take out her note for the day, and read it. He’d collected all the notes in his desk at work.
    “Thanks .” He gazed at her, caressing her fingers.
    “For ?” Jazmine stared into his eyes. He saw something there, her eyes sparkled with desire; maybe—he must be tired. Jazmine would never see him that way.
    “For making my day better with your smile.” The song ended, and she pulled away.
    “Are you hungry?” Jazmine wasn’t able to look at him.
    “I’m starving. What did you cook?” He came up behind her as she uncovered the pots.
     
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    Jazmine was losing it, damn hormones. He was too close to her; Javier’s cologne was driving her insane. He was a fine specimen, why couldn’t she have met him under different circumstances.  She knew it was him when he wrapped his large hands around her waist—she knew his touch from anyone else’s. When she turned and stared into his astonishing clear, hazel-blue eyes, she was lost for a moment. Her hands burned, feeling his muscular chest as she creped them up to his neck. And now, he was standing behind her, in that damn uniform, looking sexy as hell.
    “I made chicken, macaroni and cheese, and corn ,” she said without facing him.
    “Is the mac from scratch?”
    “Of course.” She started serving him.
    He leaned his chin on her shoulder . “It smells delicious.”
    She didn’t dare move, the goose bumps crept up on her. Where is this coming from?
    ‘ Tonight, ’ by John Legend, came on.
    “Come on , one more dance.” He sensually moved from side to side.
    Damn he can dance , too.
    His hands circled her waist again caressing her stomach. She couldn’t resist , she started moving side to side.
    Javier stepped a little closer and whispered in her ear , “Is this okay?”
    She placed her head on his chest, and moaned, “ Yes…” Her nipples were getting hard. Jazmine closed her eyes and got lost in the sensations he was causing. Her moves became more sensual, and he followed her lead.
    He kept his hand s on her stomach, never disrespecting her, but she could feel his erection on her ass, making her clit tingle. That was the first time since the rape her body felt anything in the form of pleasure. After the rape, her whole body shut down. She didn’t even want to think about sex—it disgusted her. Anytime someone touched her she cringed, but not with Javier; his touch made her happy, the way his fingers felt on her face, neck; it was different. He was the only one that made her forget her attackers.  Jazmine needed to stop these feelings before she made a fool of herself.
    “I’m hungry .” She stepped away from his embrace. She turned around, and Javier was gazing at her; his eyes were a shade darker, and she swore she saw a wanting in them.
    Jazmine moved away, grabbing two plates. She was nervous as she finished serving them with shaky hands. He exited the kitchen without saying a word , and she heard the bedroom door close. She took a deep breath.
     
     
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    Javier hastily went into the bathroom. What was wrong with him ? She’d been through too much for him to be lusting after her. He took off his uniform and stepped into the shower.
    He turned on the spray of water, stepping underneath, trying to calm down. Javier placed his right hand on his cock, and then began gently stroking it. Monica, where are you when I need you? he thought. But the person he imagined touching him had small, soft, mocha hands. He closed his eyes. Jazmine was down on her knees, smiling up at