She really was good.

Her pussy alone could drive any man to the brink of madness. The way she wrapped around my cock and clenched while I fucked her—the sensation drove me out of my mind. The way she licked me clean, making sure her cum, as well as mine, was all gone? Fuck, it was to die for.

I rested on my back as she tied her hair up. She was flawless, really. She kept herself in good shape—shaped just like a Coca-Cola bottle, her light brown skin silky and smooth.

I’ll be honest and say I’d never fucked a woman outside my race before. With the way I was raised, I was so used to dating white women that it never really occurred to me to try, though I had been curious about it since college.

When Jenna came in for an interview with my part-time assistant, Bobby, and introduced her to me as an applicant for the secretary position…well, let’s just say I knew she was going to be the first woman outside my race I claimed, and let me tell you—it’s better than I could have ever imagined.

I knew something was still on her mind.

Normally, after we fucked, she would be lying beside me, touching me, but today she was sitting up with her back to me, avoiding my eyes. She’d been acting off all morning.

“You gonna tell me what’s on your mind?” I asked, placing a hand on her waist.

She finally looked back, putting on a smile that even a child would know was forced. “Not right now.”

“Why not?”

“I just…don’t want to ruin the moment.” Her eyes softened.

I sighed, pulling my hand away from her waist and sitting up with my back against the headboard. “Well, can I tell you what’s been on my mind?”

“What?” She was curious.

“You and that stupid date you had Friday.”

Her eyes spread wide at first, and then she laughed softly.

“Something funny?” I asked, cocking a brow.

“It’s just…you,” she laughed again. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Judas Clement.”

“I don’t want anyone touching you but me. I saw the way he looked at you. He wanted to take you home that night. He wanted to get between your legs.”

“Well, he didn’t, Jude, so you have nothing to worry about.” She faced me, completely naked. I was glad to have her attention.

“I want you to leave him alone,” I told her. “I don’t want you talking to him anymore.”

“Well, if that’s the case, I don’t want you talking to Michaela,” she countered with a slight frown.

I frowned too, just from the mention of Michaela’s name. “You know it doesn’t work that way, Jenna.”

“Then I won’t stop talking to Tyler.” She folded her arms.

“Tyler?” I scoffed with an incline of my eyebrows. “So, you’re using his name now?”

“Well, he does have a name,” she said, pushing off the bed and walking around it to get to her cellphone on the table. “I think he sent me a text this morning actually.”

“What are you doing?” I probed.

“Just checking some stuff,” she murmured.

“Jenna, if you text him while you’re with me, I swear to God—” What? What was I going to do?

She peered over her shoulder, and started texting anyway. I got off the bed and hustled her way, grabbing her phone, shutting the screen off, and putting it back down on the table.

“Jude!” she protested, but I ignored her, picking her up by the waist and placing her ass on top of the table too. She knew exactly what to do; her legs went around my waist and her arms around the back of my neck. “You can’t tell me not to talk to him when you and I both know you’re going to marry her,” she breathed out with edge to her voice.

“You don’t know that,” I muttered.

“Yes, I do. I heard her in your office that day. Your parents want you to marry her. You’re obligated to.”

I shook my head, looking away. “It’s complicated, Jenna. But I’m working on a plan so I don’t have to. So I can keep doing whatever I want.”

“What plan?” she asked, and I looked up into her eyes again.

“A plan so that I can stay with you longer. Be with you more often.”

“Your parents wouldn’t like that. They want you married. It makes them and the company look better and I’m pretty sure there’s money involved too.”

I sighed. “I really have to start closing my door when she shows.”

She giggled at that, and after several seconds her face turned serious. She was quiet for a beat. “Jude, I don’t want you to marry her,” she blurted out. “So, whatever plan you’re working on, finish it. Keep working. I’ll break it off with Tyler if you promise not to marry her. Promise that you’ll find a way to make this last longer.”

Fuck.

She had my heart by the strings. How was that even possible?

I wanted to tell her that she shouldn’t have expected anything from me at all—but, how could I? She looked at me with big, pleading eyes, like a woman that would be lost without me.

This was what was bothering her—why she had been acting strange all morning. I had to fix the problem the only way I knew how.

I pushed between her legs, sliding my palm across inside of her thigh and then spreading them apart. She sucked in a breath when she felt my cock getting hard on her thigh again.

I had no idea why she turned me on so much. Hell, any woman that wanted more from me usually left my cock soft and had me running in the other direction, but not her. Not Jenna.

I pushed in, one hand going to her hip to angle her hips up. Her chin dropped as I slowly slid into her, keeping my eyes on hers. She wrapped her arms around the back of my neck again, sliding closer to the edge of the table, making my whole cock disappear inside her.

I let out a ragged breath. I couldn’t believe she was still so damn tight and wet, even after the damage I’d caused less than twenty minutes ago.

I started a light thrust, cupping her ass in my hands and lifting her a few inches off the table, leaving no choice but for her to do the work. She pressed a palm on the table, one arm still wrapped around my neck, and ground her pussy on my dick.

I squeezed her ass in my hands, listening to the slick and sticky sounds her body made—loving how her mouth spread wider and her head fell back as she fucked my cock.

“As long as you stay away from him, I’m all yours, babe,” I mumbled. “As long as you keep grinding on my cock like this,” I groaned, dropping my head and watching her pussy slide up and then down on my dick, “then I’m all yours. And you are all mine.” I clutched her ass, getting a better grip.

Slowly but surely, with each word of mine that fueled her, she began to unravel.

“Oh, Jude,” she panted.

“Fuck, yes, baby. Come all over my dick.”

She let out a sharp whimper and I finally started to thrust, bringing her higher. Before I knew it, she was squealing—fucking squealing—as she stilled and came all over me.

“Shit—Jude!” she cried, and watching her come like that—her body bucking with each slow, steady thrust of my cock, left me no choice but to empty myself inside her again.

This girl was going to be filthy—filled with my cum—and I didn’t even care. She was mine—her pussy, mine—and there wasn’t a motherfucker on earth that was going to have her again.