“Don’t bite your lip.”

“I trust you, Jason. Tell me when you’re ready. I’m not going to rush your or force you to tell me something you really don’t want to.” Her hand moved from his cheek down to his heart. “I’m in here, and for me, that’s more than enough right now. I can handle just being here.”

She smiled up at him, and Jason felt like a bastard.

Capturing her wrist, he pressed her against the wall, trapping her in with his body.

“What are you doing?”

“You’ve come into my shower, and you’re all nice and wet. You don’t think I’m going to let you go, do you?” he asked.

He slid a hand between her thighs, moaning as her heat surrounded his fingers. She was wet, warm, and so damn inviting. Sydney made him ache and yearn for her body.

Kneeling before her, he opened up the lips of her pussy and found the sweet little bud he was looking for. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he moaned as her juice slid into his mouth. He lapped up her juice.

“Yes, Jason,” she said, sinking her fingers into his hair. She tugged on the length of his hair, and he relished the bite as he brought her closer to orgasm.

Plunging three fingers inside her pussy, he stared up the length of her full body, watching her come apart. Her cunt tightened around his fingers, and only when she came down from her release did he stand, sliding between her legs. Jason pressed the tip of his cock against her entrance and slid inside her. Lifting her up in his arms, he pumped his dick inside her, relishing her warm, wet heat gliding over me.

“Do you feel how deep I am, baby?”

“Yes, please, Jason, fuck me.”

He fucked into her, over, and over again, staring into her eyes. This was what he loved, being inside her, and with Sydney looking at him as if he was the only fucking man in the world. Everything else would eventually fall into place.

It had to.

****

Sydney twirled her fork in the spaghetti and turned to look at Jason. He was a handsome man, but he was keeping something from her. She didn’t like that he couldn’t bring himself to tell her whatever it was that was bothering him, but she also didn’t want to end what was happening between them. Her pussy was still tender from their lovemaking hours before.

Jason couldn’t seem to get enough of her, and she loved that he was so insatiable. He was the first man who’d not been able to keep his hands off her. The whole experience had been rather refreshing.

“I’ve enjoyed our weekend away,” Sydney said.

“I have as well. We need to do this more often,” Jason said.

“How is Richard holding up without you? Is he still able to work?” She would hate to think anything was ruining Jason’s career.

“No. He’s fine. He can handle himself without me being there. What about Tricia?”

“She was the one who gave me the weekend off. Erm, I was wondering if you’d invite Richard around to my place next Friday night?” she asked.

“Sure. Why?”

“Dawn’s coming home, and I was thinking of making it a double date. You and me, Richard and Dawn. They danced at the club a few weeks back. I didn’t know if they’d like the chance to get to know each other again?” She took a bite of her spaghetti, watching as he tensed.

“I’ll let him know. He loves your food and been talking about it for a long time.”

She smiled. “I’m glad. It’s always great to know good food is appreciated.” She twirled her fork in the spaghetti once again. “Are you regretting telling me that you loved me?”

“What?”

“It’s just that ever since you said it, you’ve been acting really strangely. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought it up.” She placed her fork down, and reached for some water.

Jason caught her hand, kissing the inside of her wrist.

“No, I do not regret telling you that I love you. I meant every word I said, Sydney. I love you. I’m not going to suddenly change. There’s just a lot going on.”

“A problem shared is a problem halved.”

“You can’t help me, baby.”

Sydney gritted her teeth. He wasn’t even giving her the chance.

The waiter came to the table, asking if there was anything else they’d like. Sydney declined any food, and was finished with her meal. “I’m ready to go back to the hotel,” she said.

“Is there a problem with the food?” the waiter asked.

“No, the food is delicious. I’m not hungry.”

She wiped her lips on the napkin, getting to her feet. Sydney wasn’t in the mood to listen to Jason. This was supposed to be their weekend together, yet he’d been distant from her. Sure, he’d told her that he loved her, but since then, he’d been incredibly distant. The museum had been a complete bust, and the only time she’d felt in any way close to him had been the shower.

Stepping out of the restaurant, she didn’t wait for a cab, and started walking. Jason had driven them to the restaurant, but she wasn’t going to wait around for him.

“Sydney?” He started to shout her name.

Wrapping her arms around her body, she ignored him, walking down the street. She didn’t know where she was going but in that moment, she really didn’t care.

“Damn it, Syd, stop,” he said, grabbing her arm, and stopping her.

She pulled out of his arms. “Let me go.”

“Where are you going?”

“Back to the hotel.”

“You’re going in the wrong direction.”

“I don’t care. It’ll give me time to think.”

“What’s going on with you?” he asked, opening his arms, and glaring at her.

“Nothing is going on with me. I’m fine. I’m just dealing with the fact that the guy who is supposed to be in love with me, is in fact, cutting me out of part of his life.” She stopped walking away, to turn on him. Sydney pressed a finger against his chest, glaring at him. “I’m tired of this, Jason. You’re making everything complicated. You love me, and yet you won’t share a part of your life with me. I don’t get it. What have I done?”

“Nothing, baby. You’ve done nothing,” he said, tugging her close.

The hand she’d been pointing at his chest was now trapped between them.

“Then what’s going on? This was supposed to be a fun weekend, and yet, we’ve not had fun. We have argued more than anything. I don’t understand it. What’s going on?” she asked.

He let out a sigh. “Nothing is going on. I’m just thinking about coming away from being Richard’s PA. I don’t know why it’s bothering me so much.”

She stared into his eyes, and knew she had to believe him. “You don’t have to give up what you’re doing.”

“I’m getting older.”

“Jason, do what makes you happy. Don’t think about anyone else. If you’re not happy, then you’ll make other people miserable.” She quickly kissed him on the slips.

“Come on, I’m going to take you back to my car.” He took her hand, leading her back toward the parking lot where his car was waiting for them.

“I’m sorry for overreacting,” she said.

“You didn’t overreact. I was being a complete asshole, and you didn’t deserve that.”

He helped her into the car, and she kicked off the heels. The shoes were beautiful, but she wasn’t used to wearing such luxury high heeled shoes. Jason had given them to her when he’d picked her up Friday night.

They drove toward the hotel, and Jason made small talk about the museum, and he kept apologizing for his lack of interest.

“I’ll make it up to you. I promise. I won’t let you down again.”

“You better not.”

When they had the car parked for them at the hotel, Jason pressed his hand on her back, as they made their way up to their room. He closed the door, while she grabbed a soda out of the fridge, moving toward the floor to ceiling window, overlooking the city.

Jason came up behind her, banding his arm around her waist.

Some things were not adding up to her. They were in an expensive hotel that a PA shouldn’t be able to afford. He had expensive cars, a studio apartment, and he rarely showed any expertise of being a PA. She didn’t want to question him further.