Read Online Learning to Move Forward: Novella #3.5 by Cynthia P. O'Neill - Free Book Online

a doggie style position, whether I’m tied to the headboard of our bed or the spanking bench Jonathan has in his play room. Now I know why I’ve panicked and safe worded on him every time we’ve tried that position. I’ve blocked a portion of that night from my mind; the position I was put in. I’ll need to talk with both him and Jocelyn to try and figure out the best way to overcome this fear so we can try to replace the one bad experience with good ones.
     
    I heard some noise behind me and stopped writing as Jonathan placed a tray with a pot of warm tea, a couple of tea cups, some honey and lemon, and the cannoli from the refrigerator. “This all looks heavenly, thank you.”
    He took a seat near me and I got up to give him a quick peck on the lips. “You have perfect timing. I just finished up my thoughts and realize I need to talk with you and Jocelyn about them.”
    He smiled and nodded, placing his hand on mine and giving it a squeeze. “You can talk to me about anything, any time, and anywhere.”
    I explained what I remembered from that night. He’d known that my boyfriend hadn’t taken no for an answer and what had ultimately happened. I began filling in the holes to my story. I was surprised when his fist came down to punch the arm of the chair he was leaning back in. “I’ll kill the bastard.”
    I believed he would, if needed. Jonathan was definitely my protector. “It’s not necessary, babe. I heard he was picked up on campus for dealing drugs and thrown in jail. While in the slammer, he got a taste of what he did to me from his cell mate.” I watched as a smile crept across his face. “I don’t know what happened to him after that, but I love how karma can be a bitch and come to bite your ass when you least expect it.”
    He lifted me from my chair before returning to his with me on his lap. “No wonder you freak out every time we try that position.” He held me tight to his chest, kissing my forehead, while running his hands up and down my arms. “We can talk with Jocelyn and see if she has any suggestions for working past your issues. If not, then we can just cross that position off our list and try to be creative and find some new ones.”
    I pulled back in time to see his mind processing the idea of new positions and scenes with me. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was on his mind, especially when I felt his hard piece of meat poking me in the ass.
    I reached out to grab the tea pot, but he bent over and poured some for me, adding just the right amount of honey and lemon. The first sip was an explosion of flavor in my mouth as I realized he’d brewed one of my favorite teas, green tea with lemon and ginseng.
    He was smiling at me, but then looked puzzled. “Didn’t you say there were a couple of issues?”
    I nodded. “Yes. I realized I wanted the job as a rep because the industry expects someone who looks perfect and knows what they’re talking about. I wanted to go against the grain. But now I question whether I got the job because Garrett was interested in Laurel or whether I earned it.” I shivered a bit, still not sure I wanted to know the answer.
    Jonathan raised the cup in my hand to his mouth and took a sip. Why did he bother bringing two cups when he’s drinking out of mine? I could tell he was deep in thought. “I’ll give Garrett a call and either I can outright ask him or we could arrange a time for you two to talk.”
    Oh, great. Just what I want, to try and talk with Mr. Control Freak! Would he be honest with me or would he give me a song and dance just to appease me and keep Laurel and I both happy?
    I felt his thumb try to soften the creases in my brow. “You’re thinking too hard about things, babe. Garrett will be honest with you. We’ve both learned that’s the best policy when dealing with you Hart gals.” Damn straight you better!
    “Knowing my brother, he probably got you the interview, but you’re the one who got the job. He defers most