13. Jim

Jim

" F uck me. Please."

I wanted nothing more than to give Jordan exactly what she was asking for, but I also didn't want her to regret this. I knew she wasn't one hundred percent sure about me yet and the last thing I wanted was to send her running the other way. So I said the hardest thing I'd said in probably my whole life.

"I'm not gonna fuck you today, gorgeous."

Her head shot up, eyes wide.

"What? Why not?" Her face fell. "Oh my God, it's because I don't look like the other women you date, isn't it? They're all young with perky breasts, aren't they?"

She dropped her head back on the blanket, her eyes screwed shut.

I was completely taken aback. It was the first time I'd ever seen Jordan be anything but one hundred percent confident. What the hell was that about?

"You think I don't want you, Jordan?" I asked.

I moved to the side and brought her hand up to my throbbing erection.

"Feel how much I want you," I said. "You're so fucking beautiful that I'm five seconds away from coming in my pants like a snot-nosed kid. But we need to wait."

Her fingers curled around the bulge pressing against my zipper and I groaned.

"Wait for what?"

I grinned, inordinately pleased that she was as desperate as I was.

"We agreed to just be friends until we're not working together anymore, remember?"

She sat up, looking adorably out of sorts, and gave my cock a little squeeze. "We can be friends who get each other off. At least let me take care of you. You can't ride around like that."

I moved back out of her reach and tried to think of gross stuff to help my erection go down. "Thanks, but I'm good."

She stared at me like I was crazy. I could practically see her mind racing as she tried to figure out what was going on.

"Jordan, honey. We said we wouldn't have sex while we were working together, and as painful as that is, I want to respect our agreement."

"What do you call what we just did?" she asked.

"More foreplay."

She dropped back onto the blanket with a moan. "Jesus Christ. Fine. I've got a vibrator at home, I can take care of things there."

"Oh no, you're not allowed to get yourself off until we can be together," I ordered in my firmest voice.

She shot back up to seated, her bare breasts bouncing in a way that did not help my efforts to calm my dick down.

"Are you fucking insane? You don't get to order me around."

"You'll obey me," I said confidently, hoping I wasn't pushing her too far. "If you're a good girl, you'll get a nice reward. Trust me."

She jumped to her feet and stared angrily pulling on her clothes. "I had no idea you had such an asshole side to you."

We were both quiet the entire ride back to the ranch. We returned the horses to the barn, then got into my truck to head back home. After about fifteen minutes of driving, Jordan finally broke the silence.

"You were right to put a stop to things," she said, the words sounding painful. "We shouldn't have gone as far as we did, and I was wrong to pressure you. Thank you for holding us both to our agreement."

I reached over and pulled her hand into mine, giving it a firm squeeze. "I'm in this for the long haul, Jordan. I promise I'm not going anywhere."

She didn't answer me, but then again, I didn't expect her to. I'd spent enough time with Jordan now that I knew that even though she was hard as nails, she also had a soft and squishy center. She'd let her guard down with me today, and even though she likely didn't see it that way right now, I knew that I was going to show her she could trust me more by making sure that we kept to our agreement, as much as either of us wanted to break it.

As it was, I didn't know how I was going to work alongside her and not think about how great it had felt to make her come all over my mouth.

By unspoken agreement, we didn't spend any time alone over the next couple of weeks, although we continued to text each other regularly. We either hung out with my friends, or with people from the sector Jordan managed. She also had made a friend at her apartment complex who brought her to a girls' night the next town over.

As time passed, I could see Jordan getting more and more comfortable here in Texas. I hoped that meant that she would be staying. I'd always had a tiny bit of unease in the back of my mind that she might decide to go back to Detroit before I convinced her to marry me.

I'd never been tempted to ask a woman to marry me before, but with Jordan I didn't have a doubt in my mind that I wanted my ring on her finger. Once she was no longer my boss, I was going to figure out how to make that happen as soon as possible.

One Friday afternoon, almost two weeks after our horseback riding trip, I came out of the employee entrance after my shift to see someone unfamiliar lurking outside. He was dressed in a fancy suit, with slicked back dark hair and a clean shaven jaw that made me think he was a lawyer or an accountant or something.

"Hey buddy," he greeted me with an easy smile. "Do you know Jordan Bowerman?"

I was instantly on guard. Was this a process server or something?

"Who wants to know?" I asked suspiciously.

The man looked amused.

"Her husband."