She hastened to finish. “But while it was all quite wonderful I really need to head home. Jonathon has turned out to be one of the least forward-thinking men I know, and a cowardly one to boot.”
She pushed to her feet and picked up the pace, heading anywhere but here. She just poked the bear. It was the right thing to do, but a sense of astonishment at her temerity, fuelled by a delicious sense of fear, made her sex clench and draw up. She’d thrown the gauntlet down and needed no weapons to defend herself. She instinctively knew not to try to reassure Jonathon, convince him she could manage without children if only she had him. He was stubborn and being stupid about it. All that high-minded drivel about not giving her what she needed…She wondered if she should run or just walk quickly. Graham’s admonishment about respect and ass paddling came back to her. She walked quickly and kept her ears open, ready to adjust her gait. It wouldn’t do to take this out onto the street.
Chapter Nine
Jon had been beat on by lots of guys over the years, punks figuring they could make a name for themselves by taking him down. He’d survived SEAL training and a couple of wars. He felt kind of invincible when one got down to it, arrogant and proud. His only weakness, and he’d never considered it to be a weakness until now, was his sterility. It was a tasteless joke about teenage boys catching the mumps and their balls swelling bigger than their necks. It’d been an awful time, painful and embarrassing, uncomfortable, but he’d survived. In his carefree, careless youth afterward, going bareback without worrying about knocking up his girlfriends was a bonus. He’d smartened up, been safe when his dad explained the concept of STDs to him with his clenched fist. His momma talked about pride going before a fall, and he’d just gone off the precipice. He knew Lois wanted kids. He knew before he asked, but he’d had her first because he couldn’t deny himself. And now he’d hurt her by presuming, making an assumption. He’d been sure it was true, that he was doing the right thing by her until the little wench called him out. Leveled him in front of his boss. Holy shit. Fuck.
Patrick looked incredulous. Silence reigned. He stared at Jon and burst into laughter. Jordan and Emily looked up in shock. Jon was grateful Lois had kept her voice down. Patrick would keep his mouth shut and trot the event out only when he wanted to knock Jon down a peg or two. He stood and glared at his boss. “Excuse me. I have a sub to deal with.”
“No medical, Jon.”
“Fuck the medical, Patrick. You know she doesn’t need a medical. She’ll need a cushion to sit on for the next week or so, but she won’t need a doctor.”
Patrick shrugged and didn’t bother to hide his smirk. Jon went after Lois. And if Maurice was anywhere in the vicinity he’d deal with him, too.
He pounded through the halls and down the stairs, catching her twenty feet from the front door. She shrieked when he whirled her around and threw her over his shoulder. Her purse fell to the floor, the contents spraying every which way. She wouldn’t need her purse. She wouldn’t need anything but him for the next while.
He ignored her protests and feeble attempts to escape, bearing her slight weight to his quarters. He shouldered his way in, kicked the door closed and dumped his furious package on the bed. It was a simple task to strip her. She wriggled like an eel when he pinned her with one hand on her belly and used his superior strength to yank her clothes off. He put her into a kneeling position on the floor and shoved her head onto his boots. She crouched there, passive and silent. Her attitude soothed him, and his outrage calmed. He was still too angry with himself to punish her and his cock made a sly alternative suggestion.
Jon fisted his left hand in her hair and drew her upright on her knees. She didn’t look repentant. Not at all. She looked a little
She pushed to her feet and picked up the pace, heading anywhere but here. She just poked the bear. It was the right thing to do, but a sense of astonishment at her temerity, fuelled by a delicious sense of fear, made her sex clench and draw up. She’d thrown the gauntlet down and needed no weapons to defend herself. She instinctively knew not to try to reassure Jonathon, convince him she could manage without children if only she had him. He was stubborn and being stupid about it. All that high-minded drivel about not giving her what she needed…She wondered if she should run or just walk quickly. Graham’s admonishment about respect and ass paddling came back to her. She walked quickly and kept her ears open, ready to adjust her gait. It wouldn’t do to take this out onto the street.
Chapter Nine
Jon had been beat on by lots of guys over the years, punks figuring they could make a name for themselves by taking him down. He’d survived SEAL training and a couple of wars. He felt kind of invincible when one got down to it, arrogant and proud. His only weakness, and he’d never considered it to be a weakness until now, was his sterility. It was a tasteless joke about teenage boys catching the mumps and their balls swelling bigger than their necks. It’d been an awful time, painful and embarrassing, uncomfortable, but he’d survived. In his carefree, careless youth afterward, going bareback without worrying about knocking up his girlfriends was a bonus. He’d smartened up, been safe when his dad explained the concept of STDs to him with his clenched fist. His momma talked about pride going before a fall, and he’d just gone off the precipice. He knew Lois wanted kids. He knew before he asked, but he’d had her first because he couldn’t deny himself. And now he’d hurt her by presuming, making an assumption. He’d been sure it was true, that he was doing the right thing by her until the little wench called him out. Leveled him in front of his boss. Holy shit. Fuck.
Patrick looked incredulous. Silence reigned. He stared at Jon and burst into laughter. Jordan and Emily looked up in shock. Jon was grateful Lois had kept her voice down. Patrick would keep his mouth shut and trot the event out only when he wanted to knock Jon down a peg or two. He stood and glared at his boss. “Excuse me. I have a sub to deal with.”
“No medical, Jon.”
“Fuck the medical, Patrick. You know she doesn’t need a medical. She’ll need a cushion to sit on for the next week or so, but she won’t need a doctor.”
Patrick shrugged and didn’t bother to hide his smirk. Jon went after Lois. And if Maurice was anywhere in the vicinity he’d deal with him, too.
He pounded through the halls and down the stairs, catching her twenty feet from the front door. She shrieked when he whirled her around and threw her over his shoulder. Her purse fell to the floor, the contents spraying every which way. She wouldn’t need her purse. She wouldn’t need anything but him for the next while.
He ignored her protests and feeble attempts to escape, bearing her slight weight to his quarters. He shouldered his way in, kicked the door closed and dumped his furious package on the bed. It was a simple task to strip her. She wriggled like an eel when he pinned her with one hand on her belly and used his superior strength to yank her clothes off. He put her into a kneeling position on the floor and shoved her head onto his boots. She crouched there, passive and silent. Her attitude soothed him, and his outrage calmed. He was still too angry with himself to punish her and his cock made a sly alternative suggestion.
Jon fisted his left hand in her hair and drew her upright on her knees. She didn’t look repentant. Not at all. She looked a little
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