The This Man Trilogy by Jodi Ellen Malpas was one series that completely swept us off our feet.
We fell in love (no ish about it!) with one Mr Jesse Ward
We love getting inside this mans head and thanks to Jodi, we get another little insight.
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from Beneath This Man (Book #2)
THIS MAN SERIES
JODI ELLEN MALPAS
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JESSE POV – THE AGE REVEAL…
I think I’m dreaming. I have to be. This feeling of contentment and belonging could have no other explanation. But as my mind slowly begins to come around, I mentally replay every second of my dream and the warm serenity travelling through my relaxed body tells me it’s all very real – that and my heart beating steady and strong.
I’ve slept like a baby, snuggled up close to my angel, breathing her into me all night. Nothing will beat it, not ever. I can feel her against me, and my eyes start to open, keen to drink in the sight of her close to me, exactly where I need her to be.
But something doesn’t feel right.
My lids slowly flicker open and I spot her, right in my field of vision. Just.Fucking.Perfect.
‘Hey, baby.’ My eyes battle through the harsh assault of morning light and soon focus, loving the sight of her looking down at my chest, clearly liking what she sees. I don’t mind what I’m looking at either. And it’s adorned in lace. I start to firm up.
She smiles, making my cock twitch more and my heart explode with love. ‘Hey,’ she sounds perfect too, and in a desperate attempt to get my hands all over her, I shift my arms.
But they go nowhere.
And I hear clanging above my head.
And my fucking wrists hurt.
My eyes are fully open now, all wide and wary, and my sleepy face feels wrinkled in confusion as I look above my head. I jiggle my arms again, like the sound might confirm what I think I’m looking at. It does.
‘What the fuck?’ I quickly search her out again, finding that stunning face laced with… power. What the hell’s going on? ‘Ava, why the fuck am I handcuffed to the bed?’
‘I’m introducing a new kind of fuck to our relationship, Jesse.’ Her tone is oozing confidence and evenness, but being greeted by her beautiful mouth releasing such vulgar language, especially the moment I wake, instantly heats my blood. Or is it because my hard-on is pushing between her thighs? It could be both.
‘Mouth!’ I lash out, throwing my arms around as I look up to the headboard, my eyes nearly popping out of my head. ‘These are not my handcuffs.’
‘No, and there are two pairs. I’m sure you’ve noticed. So, like I was saying, I’ve invented a new fuck. And guess what?’
She sounds too cocky. It doesn’t sit well. ‘What?’
‘I thought of it just for you.’ She rotates her tiny hips, making me pull in a deep, worried breath. ‘I love you.’ she says softly.
‘Oh, fucking hell,’ I’m being played at my own game, except she’s got a motive. I can see it in the determined edge of her deep chocolate eyes. What’s she up to? I don’t know, but I have a feeling I’m not going to like it. Shit, I already don’t.
The delicate flats of her palms plant in my chest, and I watch as her exquisite face nears. I’m fighting to maintain steady breaths. Fuck, I’m struggling to breathe at all! ‘How old are you?’ She skims her lips on mine, and even though that question has just told me all I need to know and I’m shocked by it, I can’t help being distracted from the clarity of my situation by the feel of her lips on mine. The little fucking minx. But then she pulls away and I feel irritation brewing inside. Oh, this could get extremely ugly. I know how stubborn she can be.
With my hands bound, I try to lift my head to secure her lips to mine, knowing that if I can pay some special attention to her mouth, I might stand a chance of getting out of this little situation on top. I throw her an evil look when she denies me.
‘Thirty three.’ I nearly choke on a groan when she rubs into me. I’m in trouble, more so when she comes in close and starts biting and sucking at me.
‘Tell me the truth.’
‘Holy shit! Ava, I am not telling you how old I am.’
Her slender body lifts and she looks down at me, slightly perplexed ‘Why?’
I have no fucking clue what to say. I know I look good, I know she can’t control herself around me, and I know I send her dizzy with lust. But eleven years is like a whole fucking decade, plus one! When I was twenty-one, she was ten. It just doesn’t sound right. I’m knocking on forty, although I never plan on acting or looking it. ‘Undo the cuffs, I want to touch you.’ I don’t like the delight she displays at my order. She knows she’s got me.
‘No.’ The little fucking temptress grinds down hard, sending me wild with want.
‘Fuck!’ I throw my body around a bit, for absolutely no purpose at all. I’m fucked. ‘Remove the fucking cuffs, Ava!’
‘For fuck’s sake! Don’t play games with me, lady!’ I’m a hypocritical bastard, but I seriously do not like where this is heading. Fuck, I need to touch her!
‘I don’t think you’re in a position to tell me what to do.’ She’s so calm. It makes me freeze…and worry more. ‘Are you going to stop being unreasonable and tell me?’
I’m probably just being difficult now, but if I give in on this, she’ll use it against me for the rest of my fucking life. The first thing I’m doing when I get free, after I’ve fucked some sense into her, is buying a bed that has no scope for attaching things to it. ‘No!’
‘Fine.’ She flops down onto my chest, her lace covered, soft breasts pushing into my hard muscle, and she takes my cheeks in her palms, studying me for a few moments. Then she lowers her lips. I could cry, more so when she releases that low hum of pleasure that never fails to make me smile inside…and my cock harden to exploding point. My tongue leaves my mouth to search her out, but she pulls away. I growl. She should know better than to do this to me.
My unease doesn’t improve when she moves from my hips and places her tongue on my aching cock. ‘Ohhhh, fucking hell,’ I can’t deal with this. ‘Ava!’
Just when I think she may be taking some notice, she drops me and moves, but then holds something up. I nearly choke on my tongue. I recognise it immediately.
‘Oh, no! Ava, I swear to God!’ My head falls back in total despair, my mind frantically thinking of ways to stop this. The easiest thing would be to just fucking tell her, but what if she really does stop and think for a moment? I’ll be fifty when she’s just thirty-nine. And what about kids? She might think I’m too old to be a dad. Bollocks! ‘You can’t do this to me. Fuck!’
I hear the low humming of the vibrator, my head rocking stupidly fast from side-to-side, trying to dull it out.
She’s really going to do this. Damn it, that’s my fucking job. That thing can’t make her feel like I do. I keep my eyes shut. I can’t look.
‘This is one powerful machine.’
‘Ava, remove the fucking cuffs!’
The machine stops, and I ease up on the tension I’ve injected into my jaw through gritting my teeth. Everything hurts. My wrists, my muscles…my fucking cock. I slowly peel my eyes open, wondering whether it’s a bad idea. It is. The look in those deep browns that I love tells me she’s not giving up. ‘Are you going to tell me how old you are?’
I have the power, I think to myself, like a fucking twat of a control freak. ‘No, I’m not.’
‘Why are you being such a stubborn arse?’
Her sweet question makes me smile a little. I’m annoying her. Good! ‘Am I not your stubborn god?’
I soon stop grinning like an idiot when I see her start to draw the lace knickers down her legs, revealing her soft curls at the apex of her thighs. My heart rate increases further, my body clamming up with sweat as she rises to her knees. ‘Wouldn’t you like to help me out here?’
I should shut my eyes, not give her the satisfaction that she’s driving me fucking nuts, but I can’t drag my greedy stare away from the beauty before me, oozing fucking power. ‘Ava, undo these cuffs now so I can fuck you until you’re seeing stars.’
She ignores my demand, using my vulnerable condition to her advantage, killing me further by touching herself and gasping quietly.
Oh, fuck, fuck fuck!
‘Tell me.’ she whispers.
‘No!’ Fuck it, she can piss right off! ‘Remove the cuffs.’
I suddenly feel her lips on my stomach, working up my body until she’s at my mouth. I can’t help it. Nothing would stop me from responding to those lips, not even my incensed fury at her nerve. I kiss her, moaning when she teases me with a gentle glide of her body over my throbbing dick. ‘Oh, Jesus, Ava, please.’
I shake my head, but now I think it’s just in desolation, rather than stubbornness. I’m not saying anything that could risk me losing her again. Nothing. I can’t go through it. I can’t be a moment without her.
Fine, have it your way.’ she says, repositioning her body between my legs and collecting the sparkly machine that I’m going to smash into a million pieces once I’m free…after I’ve fucked my angel stupid, just to remind her that…well, to show her that age doesn’t matter.
‘Put it down.’ I sound deadly. I feel it, not that it makes an ounce of difference. My girl is brave. ‘Ava, I swear to God!’ The vibrating rings in my ears as I watch her take it down to that special place – my place. ‘Don’t!’ I can’t take it. Should I tell her? Fuck! I can’t stop her if she runs. She may say it doesn’t matter, and it might not for now, but what about in a few years? What if she decides I’m too old then? I’ll never let myself go, never fall into the realms man-boobs and a saggy arse, not a fucking chance. So what’s the big deal?
‘Fuck! Ava, fucking fuck, fuck, fuck!’
The sound of a gasp disturbs my cursing fit, and I feel her jerk. ‘Ohhhhhhh Goddddd!’
My eyes fly open. I’m sweating, shaking and desperate for her. ‘Ava, all of your pleasure comes from me.’
‘Not today.’ Her beautiful browns close, robbing me of the stunning shimmer.
‘Ava!’ I yell, wriggling some more. ‘Fuck! Ava, you’re pushing it!’
I can’t take any more. This torture at its worst.
‘I’m thirty seven! For fuck’s sake woman, I’m thirty fucking seven!’ The number flies from my mouth, and I’m instantly worried, and even more furious that I didn’t just lie. Why didn’t I say thirty- two, or even thirty? I look good. I could pass. Shit, what if she runs?
I watch as the vibrator falls to the bed, making a mental note of where it lands so I can destroy the impostor once I’m free.
‘Take…the…fucking…cuffs…off.’ I glare at her, not relishing the worried look that drifts across her face. I don’t want her to be wary of me, but, good god, I feel stupidly dangerous.
The warmth of her palms meets my thighs and I watch as she slowly crawls up my body, resting her lips on mine and threading her hands through my hair. It feels so good, but I can’t shake the bubbling anger. What the hell is wrong with me? ‘I still love you.’ Her words ease my trepidation slightly, but not enough.
‘Good, now take the cuffs off.’
‘Are you mad at me?’
‘Fucking crazy mad, Ava!’
She sits up on my lap, assessing me, and then forces a cheeky smile. ‘Can’t you be crazy in love?’
‘I’m that too. Remove the cuffs.’
She goes to move and relief floods me, but then I feel the ready warmth of her entrance brush over me. It sends me over the edge. ‘Damn it, Ava! Take the fucking cuffs off!’
Fuck! I need to calm the fuck down!
‘What are you going to do?’
I hate myself for filling her with obvious panic, but I’m pretty certain she’s not as scared as me right now. I’m pissed with her for being so crafty, and even more pissed with myself for letting her win this.
‘Take them off.’
‘Not until you tell me what you’re going to do.’
‘I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop, and then you’re going to run fourteen miles,’ I raise my head a little. ‘And we won’t be stopping for a muscle rub or a coffee break!’ I don’t know why I’ve said those things; I’m doing myself no favours. Now I’m crazy and old.
‘I don’t want to go for a run.’ She says coolly, but there’s no denying the anxiety in her tone. ‘You can’t make me.’
‘Ava, you need to remember who holds the power in this relationship.’ I’m surprised by her front, and even more surprised by my continued arrogance. I’m in no position to be throwing such statements around, and her horrified face confirms it.
‘I’m sorry, who has the power?’
Oh, the cheeky little temptress! ‘Ava, I’m warning you!’
‘I can’t believe you’re being so cranky over this. It was okay for you to handcuff me!’
‘I was in control!’ My words shock me.
‘You’re a power freak!’ she yells, and I wriggle a little more, just for something to do, other than say stupid shit. ‘I’m going to get a shower.’
‘I’m only a power freak with you! Ava!’
The bathroom door slams, and I’m alone, simmering with anger and uncertainty. I can hear the shower start, a small whimper escaping me at the mental image of her rubbing soap all over her perfectly formed body. I’m being tortured at every turn. I have issues. Big fucking issues. She loves me, I know for sure, but there’s so much that can make her change her mind on that – more important shit than my fucking age.
After laying on the bed for what seems like forever, restrained and my mind racing, I finally hear the door open, and I look up to see her wander into the room in only a towel.
‘Baby, come and free me, please.’ I’m a deluded twat if I think this will work.
She ignores me, settling to dry her hair, leaving me watching my beautiful girl pottering around the bedroom, readying herself for work. I resent being denied helping her – to button her blouse, to fasten her trousers, to place her shoes at her feet. I’ve no one to blame but myself.
When she’s done and looking even more stunning, if that’s possible, she wanders over and I sigh, accepting her kiss and jerking when I feel her lovely palm grasp my still aching arousal. The contact reverts me back to a madman. ‘Ava. I love you so fucking much, but if you don’t undo these cuffs, I’m going to fucking strangle you!’
My words have no effect. She even smiles and kisses me down to my cock and takes me deep. Oh, Jesus!
I’m dropped in an instant, and she’s walking away, my spirits lifting when I see her pick up something off the chest of drawers. The key?
Hope fills me, my whole form relaxing when she unlocks a hand, the blood completely drained, leaving it limp and weak…and fucking painful. I won’t be able to do sod all because my fucking hands won’t work. She puts the key on the table next to the bed, and I look to the small piece of silver on a frown, then to my defiant little temptress, who has never been so worthy of her title. ‘What are you doing?’
‘Where’s your phone?’
My phone? Why the fuck does she want that? ‘Why?’
‘You’ll need it. Where is it?’
‘It’s in my suit jacket. Ava, just give me the key.’ She’s not leaving me here, surely.
I’m watching in stunned silence as she retrieves my phone, places it just out of reach, and then walks right out on me.
I’m silent for a few moments, my cock set to explode. And then I roar, putting the king of the fucking jungle to shame. She’s ran out, just like I knew she would.
I can already feel my heart rate slowing.
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