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him yes, I’d
meet him. I liked the ocean in the moonlight. Not a lie. He didn’t need to know
I was thinking about what I’d already done there, not what we might do.
    After dinner, a messy, BBQ affair, Shannon and Henry
disappeared and I was glad for her. I caught Jonah sometimes watching me, but
most of the time he was engaged in conversation with Eva McCollister, who I
began to hate as soon as she took off her jacket and gave him full access to
her stomach and breasts.
    It was after Shannon disappeared that Mr Silver decided to
regale his family with news that Jonah was leaving the states for Japan for a
year. There was no cheer in his proclamation, only disappointment and disgust.
    Mr. Silver poured more champagne into his glass and into
those glasses around him. “Because my money, my fortune, my legacy isn’t good
enough for Jonah. He’s got to make his own name. Isn’t that right Jonah?”
    I stood on the other side of the fire, but it was impossible
not to see the smoldering humiliation in his dark, handsome face. The muscles
in his jaw flexed and he kept his eyes on his glass. I couldn’t tear my gaze
from him. It felt wrong to leave him to the wolves like this.
    “I had no idea I wasn’t allowed to have my own future. I’d
have made wiser choices if I had known.” His tone was icy and quiet, but
unsettled. No one interfered, most of the tipsy family members pretended to
ignore the display, just like Shannon and Eric did.
    My gaze must have been heavy indeed, because finally he
looked up straight at me and held me still beneath his commanding stare.
    “Here’s to the only Silver to ever abandon the family.
Cheers.”. Mr. Silver raised his glass in the air and none of the family members
clapped.
    Jonah polished off his mixed drink in one swallow and came
at me with determined steps that overtook me in seconds. He wrapped his fist
around my upper arm and dragged me away from the fire and away from the
celebration. If anyone noticed, they didn’t say, but then everyone was trying
to avoid looking at Jonah.
    He dragged me up the beach to the docks where the boats were
kept. Jonah said nothing and I didn’t dare speak until we were out of sight of
the bonfire and he pushed me against the back wall of one of the outbuildings
along the shore.
    “Lift up your dress,” he demanded and pressed his palm
against the metal wall beside my head.
    “W-what?”
    He growled deep in his chest, a rumble of anger I could feel
in the space between us. His mouth fell close to my ear and his voice lowered to
a dangerous level. “Lift. Up. Your. Dress.”
    My hands shook as I obeyed, excited and also a little
scared. I clasped the soft, slippery material in my fists and pulled the hem up
my thighs to my belly.
    Jonah leaned against the wall, his face above mine but
intimately close. He pushed his knee between my legs and forced my feet apart
shoulder width. And then he touched me, pressed his hand between my legs and
rubbed me hard over my panties. My eyes opened wide and I groaned because finally,
finally I could find release where he’d denied me the night before, even if it
was in this humiliating position, spread legged, in the shadows in public where
anyone could walk by and see what he was doing to me.
    “Listen to me,” he instructed and it was difficult to
compose myself enough to turn my eyes up to his hard gaze. He was bathed
entirely in darkness, but the moonlight caught the whites of his eyes just
right so I could see them burning hot into mine. “You are not to orgasm until I
tell you to. Do you understand me?”
    I had no idea what he was saying. The way he was fondling me
between my legs was exquisite and needy, desperate in the way we’d both been
the night before. I needed to feel that release, needed it so badly . Was
he asking me not to? How could I not?
    Jonah suddenly grabbed my whole sex in his hand and held me
tightly against the wall with his body. “Look at me.” That got my attention.