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Love Again
Waylynn
I stepped into my office and tossed the paint samples onto my desk. Lauren was going to be the damn death of me. Who in the hell knew there were so many shades of green?
I moaned and dropped my head back. At least in here I could lose my shit if I needed to. The windows in my office were now covered up with brown paper, giving me a sense of privacy. Once the studio was finished and we were open, I’d have a view of the main dance floor from my office. I would also have shades to pull down.
Turing, I faced the window that looked out back to the small courtyard. I smiled, thinking about how fun it would be to take the little ones outside and practice our stretches.
“Waylynn?”
His voice sent tingles through my entire body. Taking in a deep breath, I turned around and faced Jonathon.
“Hey,” I simply said, leaning against the windowsill.
He stepped inside my office. “I need to talk to you.”
I was never one to be nervous or scared around men, but being in the same room with Jonathon Turner scared the living daylights out of me and I wasn’t used to that. It also pissed me off, knowing how much this man held a power over me.
“About?” I asked.
He shut the door and stood there, his cowboy hat in his hand. I tried not to let my eyes scan his perfect body. He was toned beyond belief. Those three miles a day of running kept the man in shape. Not to mention the nightly trips to the gym I knew he took.
“I can’t stop thinking about you.”
My breath stalled in my throat.
“I’ve already told you, Jon, this can’t work.”
He took a few steps closer to me and I stayed as still as I could. My fingers itched to touch him.
“Then why did you seem pissed off that I brought a date to Steed and Mitchell’s birthday party?”
“I wasn’t upset,” I lied.
Jonathon took two long strides and stood in my space. His large, fit body inches from mine. I had to force myself to breathe.
“Can you honestly look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel anything for me?”
Lifting my chin, I kept my face neutral. “I’m too old for you.”
He laughed. “Fuck that, Waylynn. You’re scared and you’re using it as an excuse. Look at me and tell me you didn’t feel anything when we were together.”
My chest rose and fell with each labored breath. Goosebumps broke out across my body as I thought about that afternoon a few months back. My eyes closed as I remembered Jonathon moving deliciously fast and hard as he fucked me on the desk and then against the wall in my dance studio. It was raw. Passionate. Spontaneous, and hot as hell. And, yes…I had felt something. I felt something every time the man was near me. A feeling I’d never experienced with any other man, but I couldn’t admit that to him.
I smiled. “I felt two amazing orgasms.”
He leaned in closer, the smell of his cologne tangling with my libido.
Shit. I needed him to step back before I lost control and begged him to take me right then and there.
He reached up and twirled a piece of my hair between his fingers. “I know that wasn’t all you felt. I see it in your eyes.”
I turned my head. “I’m six years older than you, Jon. I want things you can’t possibly give me.”
He huffed. “How do you know I don’t want the same things?”
With a harsh laugh, I looked back into his eyes. “I want to get married, and I want kids. At least three. Can you honestly look me in the eyes and say you want that, too?”
“Yes!” he said, cupping my face in his strong hands. “Waylynn, I’m not twenty fucking years old, I’m almost twenty-seven and I want those things too. I’m not saying let’s run off and get married tomorrow, but why won’t you even give us a chance? I don’t care that you’re older than me.”
My heart was racing. “You want kids? What, like when you’re thirty-five, or something?”
He closed his eyes and slowly shook his head before opening them and pinning me with his intense stare. “You can’t push me away with that, because I can honestly tell you if it were up to me, I’d already be settled with a wife and kids. But no one has made me want to even think it’s a possibility…until you.”
My body trembled. “It…it could never work.”
“Why? And stop saying because you’re older than me.”
“It just wouldn’t.”
He pressed his body into mine, causing a rush of lust to race through my veins. His lips were inches from mine. The wall I had built was beginning to crumble piece by piece. I needed to be stronger.
When his lips brushed across mine, I gasped.
His hand moved up my dress, slowly pulling it up as he pushed his hard-on into me. I gripped onto his strong arms to keep my legs from going out under me.
Damn it. What is this man doing to me?
“Please don’t push me away. Waylynn, I want you in more ways than just fucking you against a wall. Please give me a chance to show you that we can make this work.”
Electricity ripped through my body. I was about to break—give in to what I knew my heart truly wanted.
Maybe we could be together one more time and that would satisfy the itch I had for Jonathon Turner. His fingers brushed across my panties and I squeezed his arms.
One. More. Time.
No. This feeling was more than an itch. It was an aching desire to have more from this man. So. Much. More.
My mouth opened to tell him to take me, when the perfect moment came to an immediate halt with a knock on my office door.
I pushed Jonathon away and dragged in a deep breath as I fixed my dress.
Jonathon walked around to the other side of my desk, his hat positioned in front of his jeans to hide the bulge in his pants.
“Come…come in.”
Shit. My voice was shaky.
The door open and Cord walked into my office. He smiled when he saw me, which made my heart drop. I was still leaning against the windowsill, trying like hell to act like I wasn’t turned on or that my panties weren’t soaking wet.
“What’s up, big sis? I saw your car parked out front and thought maybe you’d like to go to lunch?”
My eyes darted over to Jonathon.
Cord turned to see Jonathon. “Hey! I was hoping I’d see you here. Was I interrupting anything?”
“No,” I said.
“Yes,” Jonathon said.
Cord bounced his gaze between the two of us.
Jonathon grinned. “I mean, no, it’s fine. I needed to find out if Waylynn had picked out which flooring she wanted.”
My head was spinning. I thought I had already told him.
“Birch is fine,” I softly said. Jonathon nodded.
“Listen, I know this is last minute, but a few of us are heading to Vegas tonight for the weekend. I’m taking a few days off from the bar. We’re each renting our own room just in case there hook-up potential in the making.” Cord wiggled his brows while I looked away and I rolled my eyes.
Jonathon looked at me. “I can’t, I’ve got to handle installing the light fixtures in the ballet room.”
Our eyes met, and I knew what he was doing.
“You can’t take the weekend off, dude? I mean, it’s Vegas. Flights are wide open so getting a ticket won’t be a problem.”
Jonathon continued to stare at me. I regretted my next set of words before they even came out of my mouth.
“It’s fine, the lights can wait and Cord’s right. It’s the weekend.”
Jonathon narrowed his eyes at me.
Cord clapped his hands. “Awesome. Then you’re free to go. What do you say?”
The look in Jonathon’s eyes about killed me. He looked so hurt and it gutted me that I was the person who’d made him feel that way.
Placing his hat back on his head, Jonathon faced Cord. He plastered on a fake smile and nodded. “Yeah, sounds like a plan. I could use a little bit of fun, it’s been awhile since I’ve had any. Count me in.”
My heart dropped to my stomach and I had to grip the windowsill to keep myself upright. It took everything out of me not to show any physical reaction to Jonathon’s words. They hurt me more than he could ever know.
Making his way toward the door, Jonathon cleared his throat. “I’ve got to run if I’m heading out with y’all.”
Cord gave him a light slap on the back as he walked by. “You won’t regret it.” He leaned in more and said, “I promise.”
Before leaving my office, Jonathon looked back at me, tipped his hat and said, “Waylynn.” It was meant to sound like a goodbye, but I knew what he was doing. He was giving me one more chance to stop him.
My heart was fighting with my head. I swallowed hard, trying to convince myself I was about to do the right thing by letting him go. “Enjoy Vegas, Jonathon,” I replied, trying to keep my voice even.
I thought I was pulling it off until his next set of words fell like a knife straight into my chest.
“I will.” Jonathon looked at Cord and said, “Maybe I’ll even get lucky this weekend. Hell, maybe I’ll even find myself a girlfriend, someone to marry and have three kids with.”
Cord laughed and said, “Jesus dude, we’re going to Vegas, not church. Hey, let me walk you out, I’ll fill you in a bit more on the plans.”
Glancing over his shoulder at me, Cord called out, “Be right back, Waylynn.”
Look for LOVE AGAIN coming April 2018