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moaned with him in my mouth and he grunted.  One of his hands touched my head, his fingers sliding into my hair as things sped up again. 
    As fast as I moved on him, he moved in me. 
    I envisioned the airplane again, knowing how Jonathan tasted when he climaxed.  Thinking about it made me want it more.  I moved faster, keeping my lips tight, listening to him as he enjoyed it.  My hand held the base of his erection and I stroked him as I sucked, finally being able to use my mouth and hand at the same time. 
    Jonathan increased his grip on my hair and then slowly pulled out of my mouth.
    I shook my head.
    No, no .
    I wanted to have him in my mouth again.
    “Open your legs again,” he said. 
    I slid back down and listened.
    When he came back to my slit, he was deep inside me before I could take a breath.  He was fast and aggressive, thicker than before.  I knew he was so close to his climax already, he just wanted to savor my body for a few more seconds.
    He did.
    He grunted as he thrust and my body accepted him.  I tried to thrust back at him but he was in control of this. 
    So I enjoyed and waited.
    His speed reached a furious pace and then with a hard buck, he lifted my backside off the bed for a few seconds as he started to come.  It was the most intense orgasm I had ever felt from a man.  He was deeper than I could ever remember him.  He held there, moaning in pleasure, offering small pumps but trying to hold in place.  After a few intense seconds, he moved in and out of me, finishing himself with my body.
    I felt his hand reach behind my head and he loosened the blindfold, letting it fall off my face. 
    I could see; see him, see everything.
    I looked to his face, needing to see the sexy man who had me.  Then I moved down, from his sweaty muscles down to our sex as he still thrust me.  He was soft and gentle and then finally pulled out.
    As he climbed off the bed, I remained in place, not sure if I was able to move… or allowed to move on my own.
    “Isabella Grace,” Jonathan said again.  “I’m going to shower.  I have a meeting to tend to…”
    “With your partner?”
    “Oliver Rush is nobody’s partner.  He’s slime.  He’s scum.  And he’s about to find out what happens when you fuck with me.”
    “I’m sorry,” I said.  I had hit a nerve and while most of me wanted to tease that nerve, the look in Jonathan’s eyes was hateful enough to make me look away.
    “Here, look at him,” Jonathan said. 
    He walked to the kitchenette and held out a magazine for me.  I took it and found one of the pages folded.  The headline read:  A NEW GAME FOR AN OLD PLAYER.  A man stood with his arms folded, his lips puckered, and eyes were colored red.  He looked demonic and nothing short of a man that belonged behind bars rather than in a suit and tie.
    “He thinks he’s worth billions,” Jonathan said.  “But it’s all my doing.  And I’m going to undo it.  Today.  I can’t tolerate him anymore.”
    I skimmed the article, not really understanding much of the terminology but it seemed that Oliver Rush was leveraging his name – and Jonathan Black’s name – into deals that I could only assume Jonathan didn’t like nor approve. 
    “I’m pulling my shares out of our venture and walking away,” Jonathan said.  “He can stand in the fire alone then and face all he created.  I’m the muscle.  I’m the equity.  I have the power.”  Jonathan tore the magazine from my hand and threw it across the room.  “Not him.”
    I just listened.  Jonathan repeated “Not him” three more times and then disappeared into the bathroom.  His booming voice was replaced by the soft sounds of running water.  I placed my head back to one of the pillows and in a matter of seconds, I was asleep.

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    I woke to the sound of Jonathan .  His large hands ran up my legs and I woke without opening my eyes.  I fought to keep my eyes shut, trying to pretend to be asleep.  I wanted to see