Chapter Four
Jonas opened the passenger door to his 2016 Aston Martin, stepping to the side to allow Samiyah entrance. The blood red exterior was so clean it sparkled in the sunlight. As Samiyah walked up, she caught a glimpse of herself in the luxury sports car’s reflection.
“What happened to the car you dropped me off in earlier?” she asked.
“It’s being serviced. I have it on a bi-weekly schedule.”
Intrigued, Samiyah slid into her seat. Jonas closed the door and strode around to the driver side. The interior of the sport’s car was just as stylish and supremely refined.
“How long is your lunch?”
“I’m taking the rest of the day off,” Samiyah said.
“In that case, do you have time to enjoy a meal with me?”
Samiyah wondered how this man made everything sound so sexual. Or maybe it was her. Either way, she couldn’t seem to turn him down.
“I do,” she said.
A grin frolicked around his lips, “Fasten your seatbelt.”
Samiyah did as she was told. At the start of the ignition, the car hummed and Bryson Tillers hit song Don’t began to play. Jonas pulled off, making a left on Singapore. The luxury sports car merged onto the highway with ease as Bryson’s soft melody serenaded them.
Jonas’ eyes left the road long enough to notice Samiyah sitting tensely with one hand gripping the door handle and the other in a tight fist in her lap.
“Are you okay,” he asked.
“I’ve never gone this fast in a car before. Could you please slow down.”
Her voice was ambivalent yet anxious. Jonas reached over and grabbed her hand interlacing their fingers. “Do you trust me,” he asked.
Samiyah wavered, “Yes.”
“Are you sure?” he tightened his grip.
The warmth from his hand tingled her palm sending a buzz crawling up her arm that enveloped her. There was a throb between her thighs and her heart raced.
“Didn’t I tell you, you’re safe with me? I wouldn’t put you in harm’s way; you should know that by now.”
Jonas spoke while watching the road. When his hazel eyes looked back at Samiyah, she bit down on her lip.
“Relax, I’ve got you.”
He turned back to the road and switched lanes driving around two cars. The Aston Martin moved with the grace of a panther and the speed of a cheetah. Samiyah didn’t know how much more of this sexual interaction she could take. They were interrupted earlier, but she was ready to finish what they started.
“Pull over,” she said.
“Okay, I’ll slow down, we’re almost there.”
Jonas exited the freeway and made a right onto one financial place. “Is that better?” He glanced at her.
Samiyah was coming out of her clothes. “I don’t think you understand; I said pull over.”
She was feeling downright naughty and wild, but she would blame that on the speed of the sports car. Jonas’ gaze faltered, and he whipped the luxury car into the parking garage into the first spot he could find.
“Do you have a condom?” she asked. Jonas hit a button on the glove compartment, it dropped open, and he reached in and grabbed a magnum. Samiyah pulled her panties off but left her bra clasped. She reached for his pants, and he grabbed her wrists.
“Slow down…”
Jonas pulled Samiyah into his lap and let the seat all the way back. She moved her hips in circles grinding against him. There was evidence of his arousal almost instantly. Jonas dug his hands into her hips, lifting her with ease, mounting her on his face. Her thighs hung on the side of his head making Samiyah completely vulnerable to his magnificent mouth; when his lips moved Samiyah gasped and let out a sharp cry. Her vanilla fragrance drowned him, and his heart thundered. Jonas’ nostrils flared at the uninhibited hunger attacking his senses. He turned his head slightly and bit the inside of her thigh like a beast about to pull his prey off for slaughter. The heat from his mouth mixed with the animalistic mark sent a shrill down Samiyah’s back. Her head fell, and her mouth parted on a fleeting moan. Jonas covered her peach with his entire mouth sucking on her lips. With his tongue he invaded the wettest part of her, massaging her softness. He played around her clitoris determined to drive her insane. His lips closed around her as he sucked, sending a vibration with his tongue that rendered her useless.
Samiyah twitched and turned, rotating her hips. “Sssss…aaaah…Jonas…” she moaned. His name became music to his ears, and Jonas fiddled her lips as if her folds were a playing instrument. Samiyah tried to move, but Jonas grabbed her ample bottom holding her in place.
A vibration trembled from her body, informing Jonas that she was close to her release.
“Oh my God, Jonas, Jonas, Jonas…”
Samiyah continued to call out his name and beg for mercy. He reached behind her and unclasped her bra and it fell loose.
“Jonas…” she called breathlessly trying to warn him of her impending eruption.
His long solid arms crept up her spine circling to her breasts. He fondled her areolas with his fingers and lapped on her clitoris like only she could provide the water that would quench his thirst. There was no more pleading with Samiyah now. All she could do was moan and scream; her body jerking going into convulsions as she rode his face. Samiyah quivered uncontrollably and felt out of her mind.
“I can’t…I can’t…” she repeated trying her best to get away from him, but Jonas was punishing her. A beautiful punishment no doubt. Samiyah wanted this, and he sucked and licked on her until there was nothing left. “What are you trying to do to me,” she cried. He lifted her and eased her back down to his lap.
“Ruining you for all others,” he responded.
Samiyah smirked and reached for the condom that sat in the passenger seat but was interrupted by a knock on the window.
“Excuse me,” the valet attended said. “You have to have a ticket to park. He tried peeking through the tinted window of the Aston Martin. Samiyah scrambled to the back seat while Jonas re-adjusted his and cracked the window.
“We’re on our way out.”
“Thank you, sir.” The man walked away.
“Maybe we should resume this later,” Jonas said. “Let me feed you.”
There it was again, his words making her heart race once more. As Samiyah adjusted her bra and put her clothes back on, she wondered why this man stirred her soul so much. What was it about him that made it easy for Samiyah to say yes? She’d been married to David for six years and not once felt the passion and craving for his love that Jonas pulled out of her.
He got out of the car, and she adjusted her heels checking her reflection in the rearview mirror briefly. Jonas opened her door and held out his hand. She accepted it, and they walked to the valet station. He offered the key to the valet attendant and received a ticket.
“I’ll guide you to the elevators,” the valet said.
“There’s no need, I’ve been here before,” Jonas responded.
“Enjoy your lunch.”
Upon entering the elevators, Jonas checked his Rolex then his phone. Samiyah wondered if he had a wife and kids at home. It wouldn’t surprise her; men these days were reckless.
“Waiting on a phone call,” she asked.
“As a matter of fact, I am.”
“I’m sure she’ll call any minute.”
Jonas gave her a side eye, “Why Miss Manhattan, is that a hint of jealousy I hear?”
Samiyah guffawed, “Please, why would I be jealous. You would never belong to me.”
“And why is that?”
“You’re not the type.”
Jonas took a second before responding. “Since you know everything, tell me, what type am I, Samiyah?”
The pronunciation of her name sounded like butter melting off his hot tongue. Focus Samiyah, she silently scolded herself.
“The type that goes from woman to woman leaving a trail of broken hearts. You’re a celebrity, apparently wealthy, attractive, and flirtatious. It’s your lifestyle, and I’m fine with it. Has nothing to do with me. Actually, I barely know you. I must be out of my mind with everything I’ve done with you within the last twenty-four hours; I must be really losing it.” She continued to ramble, and Jonas appeared amused.
The elevator doors opened, and they entered the lobby, they walked to another set of elevators that took them up the high rise to Everest Restaurant. The host found the reservation Jonas prematurely made in the hopes that he could get her there, and they were escorted to their dining table. After ordering, Jonas rechecked his Iphone again.
“Why don’t you just call her? If you need me to, I’ll excuse myself to the bathroom.”
He leveled his eyes on her for a long moment. “I’m waiting for the call that my Bentley is ready. It doesn’t usually take this long to be serviced unless there’s a problem.”
“Oh,” was all she said.
He smirked, “You say you barely know me, but it seems you’ve done some homework. This morning you didn’t act as if you knew who I was.”
“I didn’t,” Samiyah confirmed. “I saw a magazine with you and six other men on the front. She left out the fact that they were drop dead gorgeous. “I didn’t get to read it, but that’s when I realized you were thee, Jonas Alexander Rose.”
“And you didn’t know that when you saw my belts?”
“I didn’t connect the dots, remember I met you last night when I had too much to drink.”
“Right…” he said.
“By the way, I’m a financial advisor; I’d love to help you with any future planning. Vacations, retirement, marriage, divorce, alimony. I’ll even throw in a free consultation.”
Jonas folded his hands. “Thank you for your services. I may take you up on your offer, although I’m not married, I don’t have any prospects, and when I am married, divorce and alimony will not be an option. I don’t make decisions like that lightly. When I take my vows, they will be honored, and only a significant woman will share those vows. And for the record, I don’t leave a trail of broken hearts because I’m straightforward. I don’t play games. If you’re a date, you’re a date, if you’re a fling, you’re a fling, and if you’re my wife, then you’re the love of my life.”
He never took his eyes off of her. His message was well received. Samiyah shifted in her seat under his intense gaze. The server appeared with their food, and they ate. Samiyah’s phone rang. Taking a look at the screen, she saw the one number she loathed to see. She glanced at Jonas.
“Don’t mind me, please take your call.”
She answered, “Yes?”
“Samiyah, I’m trying to get into the house and grab the rest of my belongings, but my key isn’t working.”
Samiyah was annoyed. “That’s because I changed the locks as soon as you left.”
David sighed, “Can we not do this song and dance please? I need to get in.”
Much to her displeasure she knew he needed to get in. “I’ll be there in an hour.” She hung up.