Page 61 of Strictly Against Policy

They were gawking at the dark-red mark across his Adam’s apple, created by yours truly. I added a bite mark to the base of his neck, too, after he had insisted. Demanded, later in the night.

Jonathan looked shocked for a millisecond, probably expecting to find me alone, before he pulled on his usual charming grin. The curve of his lips morphed into that warm, handsome smile, and my friends practically swooned behind me.

“Sorry,” he laughed softly with no hint of awkwardness or surprise in his voice. He sounded like such an easygoing guy that Mary laughed with him. “I’m just dropping this off and will be on my way.”

“No, no! We’re just about to leave!” she said, waving her hand dismissively. Before I could stop her, she was at the doorway already. “I’m Lina’s friend, Mary, by the way.”

Jonathan’s eyes narrowed slightly with a raised brow, stepping aside. The grin on his face was now curious. “You look familiar,” he said slowly. “Mary Cha, right?”

Her eyes grew wide as Jonathan nodded. “I’m Jonathan Lo,” he continued. “We had a ceramics class once in high school.”

Mary’s eyes shimmered bright eyes. “I know who you are. Lina talks about you all the time.”

He looked at me, eyes glittering as bright as Mary’s. The grin on his lips morphed into a devious and triumphant smirk. A hum rumbled from his chest, a tune similar to the one he made as we climaxed together last night. Me, on his fingers for the third time, and him, pleasing himself to the things he did to me.

The memory of his warm release splattering in rivulets across my lower body and over the dark tuft of hair over my sex flashed behind my eyes. My body ignited as I tore my gaze away from his black eyes in an awkward, obvious jerk.

“Anyways! We should get going. Come on, honey!” Mary exclaimed at once. Her voice was far too chirpy and squeaky.

She waved her husband out the door with flushed cheeks. “I’m Eric,” he said as he stepped out and nodded at Jonathan. “It’s nice to meet you, Jonathan.”

I heaved, trying to say something, but Mary and Eric were already walking away. Their faces burned more red by the second. “Enjoy your breakfast after!” she called out.

My brows furrowed. After what?

With my previous inexperience, I never would’ve caught that bit of insinuation. After last night and feeling famished after everything Jonathan and I did in the car, I now understood.

“MARY,” I blurted, embarrassment curdling my blood.

She laughed as Eric immediately pulled her down the walkway, waving goodbye. I slammed the door shut after Jonathan stepped in, my heart pumping.

“Sorry about that,” I muttered, burying my face in my hands.

“I don’t blame them. With the hickeys all over our necks, we do look like a pair of horny teens.” He snickered. “To be honest, your friend and my family will get along well. Especially those damn twins and her.”

I groaned, looking up at him, my skin still prickling hot. His eyes were focused on nothing but me. He took me in slowly. His eyes trailed over every inch of my face slowly—as if he were drinking a warm cup of tea—and he sighed gently at the sight of me. The mischievous sparkle in his gaze from a second ago was gone.

He smiled shyly, cheeks pink, and I smiled back with the same fervor.

The haze of desire and want was no longer fogging our senses like last night, but that didn’t mean I didn’t want to kiss him first thing when I saw him.

“For me?” I asked, glancing at the flowers.

“They’re definitely not for me,” he chuckled, handing them to me. “I didn’t know what your favorite flowers were, so I asked the florist to do his best. I hope you like them.”

I blinked. “How early did the florist open? It’s only nine.”

Jonathan grinned. “I have my ways.”

I scoffed as I fingered the soft petals of a white lily from the assortment of blue and white flowers. “How did you know blue is my favorite color?”

“You told me a few weeks ago.” He shrugged. I looked at him, confused. “When I gave you the taser and pepper spray,” he added.

“You remembered that?”

“Well, yeah. It’s you, Lina. I remember everything about you.”

I felt my heart flutter as I swallowed down that feeling. “I’m assuming you do this often? Remembering women’s favorite colors and all.”