She had to stop thinking about Jonah in a cassock. First of all, they probably didn’t even make them in his size. Any of the factory-issued collars would snap right off his massive neck.
No, it would be better—or at least more realistic—to envision him naked. Thinking of him lying on the bed down the hall, his cock resting on his belly, had her hand creeping into her panties.
If there were a contest for the world’s most efficient masturbator, she would have won the title during her second year with Geoff, about six months after he’d stopped being interested in sexing her up. At the time, she’d thought it was a temporary lull. Still, she’d thrown herself into the project of self-pleasure just as she’d thrown herself into interior decorating, and mortuary science before that, and party planning even before that.
And now she was good at it. Her skill and the fact that, despite his plethora of faults, Jonah turned her libido into hyperdrive made sure she was wet and on the verge of coming before she’d even gotten her tongue on him in her fantasy. That wouldn’t do.
She wondered if he liked boys, too. Maybe just a little. She’d love to see him kissing that bartender she’d dated for a week right before she’d met Geoff. She’d never had a threesome before, but the idea of Jonah’s huge, hard body against Toby’s lean, blond surfer’s physique worked for her.
The idea really worked because all she needed was a lick of Jonah’s cock before settling in to watch. Toby had been all talk about getting her the kind of threesome she’d actually be interested in, but now that dirty talk was paying off. In her fantasy Toby swallowed Jonah’s cock while Carla fingered herself. One would think that, in her fantasy, she’d want to be right between them. But she liked Jonah looking at her as if she was an interloper. She liked the idea that he would scowl at her while Toby deep-throated him.
She came when, in her mind, Jonah threw back his head in pleasure. The only time he stopped staring at her through the whole thing.
Chapter 4
“This is not a date.” Carla needed to be sure he knew that she didn’t like like him. She was merely accompanying him to the rooftop bar at the Hotel Saratoga because she wanted to catch the view of the old and new parts of the city. That, and Lola had given Jonah the look when he’d said he was going out. One that brooked no objection to Carla tagging along.
Carla had gone along with it because she liked architecture, so sue her. And she wanted to see how they had restored the eighty-five-year-old building. The outside of the hotel was painted mint green, with a colonnade on the bottom floor and balustrades around the two upper floors. The corner of the building was gently curved, like the Flatiron building in New York.
“Of course it isn’t, princess.” His sarcastic tone said that he saw right through her excuses for going with him.
With a twist of his mouth, he annihilated her justifications. She was definitely out and about with Jonah because she liked looking at him way too much, and she was also kind of curious about his friend. For some reason, it was hard to picture him having buddies. Was he as taciturn and self-righteous with them as he was with her? Was it a female friend? Was she cramping his style—cock blocking him—by coming with?
Given her activities the night before and how much she still wanted to climb all over Jonah, she would definitely be cock blocking him if his buddy was a woman.
They walked into the beautifully restored lobby, and Carla gasped. Though Lola’s house wasn’t nearly as big, the architects and designers who had restored and updated the interior did exactly what she wanted to do in her great aunt’s house.
“Close your mouth,” he said. “You’ll catch flies.”
Carla smiled up at him. “I do that with honey.”
“Sure, whatever.”
He gestured for her to go up the stairs ahead of him, so she put a wiggle in her step as she ascended toward the rooftop.
“Hurry up.”
Carla sniffed at him. “Seen enough?”
* * * *
Jonah would never see enough of Carla’s firm, little ass. But he wasn’t about to tell her that. He wasn’t about to give her any indication that she was anything but an annoyance to him.
Her little gasp when they’d entered the lobby was enough to make him half hard. Any more of her cuteness, anything resembling a sex sound might send him over the fucking edge.
And Charlie was going to eat this shit up with a spoon. If Charlie hadn’t kicked in half the seed money for this book project, he wouldn’t have agreed to meet the guy for drinks, much less brought Carla along with him. But he didn’t like the idea of Carla traipsing the streets of Havana all by her lonesome.
So, he’d just have to grit his teeth and try not to tear his erstwhile friend into tiny pieces while he flirted with Carla. And he’d flirt his rich, smug ass off. Charlie reminded Jonah way too much of his former best friend from college, and there were a lot of good reasons for the “former.”
Sure enough, as soon as they got to the roof, Jonah noticed Charlie noticing Carla.
“You brought me a treat?” Charlie’s question made Jonah grind his teeth and suppress a growl.
Instead of clocking the guy, Jonah lifted his chin. “More like a white elephant gift.” He only said it because he thought Carla was too busy looking at the city to hear his words.
He realized that he was wrong when she punched him in the arm. “Never liken a woman to an elephant. It’s bad for your health. If anyone around here is a crappy gift, it’s you.”
Charlie laughed, and Carla extended her hand. “Carla Hernandez.”
Jonah rolled his eyes at both of them. Until Charlie kissed Carla on both cheeks, and his shoulders tensed. He had no right to be upset. She wasn’t his girlfriend; she wasn’t even his lover. But he hated Charlie’s lips on her.
“Charlie Laughlin.”
“How do you know Little Mary Sunshine over here?” Charlie’s eyes got big when Carla asked that question, and he laughed again. So hard he doubled over.
“It’s not that funny.” Jonah narrowed his eyes at his soon-to-be former friend.
When Charlie caught his breath, he said, “Of course it’s funny. No one gives you shit like this. I fucking love it.”
Carla sat down in one of the orange chairs bordering the pool. “I’d hardly believe that. He’s so easy to give a hard time to.” She patted Jonah on the arm, and goose bumps rose on his skin. Carla had him on a leash and she didn’t even know it. “You can practically see the steam coming out of his ears.”
“Most people are afraid he’ll step on them if they piss him off.” Charlie had stayed standing. “A mojito? I owe you a drink for the best laugh I’ve had in ages.”
Carla nodded. “I’ll let you buy me two. That laugh was worth at least two.”
Jonah scowled at Charlie. “Beer.”
Charlie winked at both of them. “Maybe I’ll see if they have anything on the menu that will pull that stick out of your ass.”
When Charlie walked away, Jonah sat in the chair next to Carla’s and leaned over into her space. “Stop flirting with him.”
“You can’t tell me what to do.” Something defiant flashed in her eyes, and it made his jeans tighten over his cock. “Why don’t you want me flirting with him, huh? Jealous?”
“Why would I be jealous? I’m trying to save him from another messy divorce.” Jonah didn’t know for a fact that Charlie’s divorce was messy, but still.
“Maybe we’d be very happy together. He seems like a nice guy. Unlike some of my recent acquaintances.” Carla smiled, but her words