Chapter 16
I need a moment to suck in some air and cool down my body after our hot kiss. I step to the side of the yacht and look out into the night. “It”s so pretty, don”t you think? But it”s a bit cold…”
And before I”ve even finished the sentence, he”s behind me. He wraps his arms around me. I don’t dare fight his warmth. I sink into his hard body. He”s tall and so manly. He covers me perfectly, and yep, I can feel that hardness against my back. He”s aching for me too. With that knowledge, I’m encouraged to wiggle my ass over him.
“Hey,” he whispers darkly into my ear and bites me.
I gasp. “Remy. What are you doing?”
His touch on my skin feels good. When was the last time a man had his hands on me?
A very long time.
I wish I could grab them and place them on my body. Specifically on parts that are aching for him.
“Warning you. Don’t do that again. I know you felt how hard I am for you. You don”t need to drive me nuts. Otherwise, I”ll bend you over right now. And go against what I said earlier and fuck you hard as you hold that railing there.”
“What if I want an audience?” I say.
His mouth is still close to my ear. “I”d give it to you if you really wanted it.”
I shake my head. “No, I don”t want…I don”t want to share. I just want you.”
He cuddles me tighter. “Good. I don’t like to share.”
I sink further into him. Keeping my ass away from him and trying hard not to tempt myself to rock my hips against him.
But I will probably get him off and not myself and you know what… If I”m being tortured, so will he.
We stay silent watching the houses, parks, and other ferries. My mind is no longer just freaking out about his presence and his body so close to mine, but also by the prospect of being with a guy after such a long time. I’m about to ask if he wants to grab another drink when he speaks first.
“I told my grams about you the other day,” he says.
“You did?” I clarify, turning so now I’m in front of him. My back is to the ocean.
“Yeah. She knew something was up and she made me spill.”
I laugh.
“Growing up we visited her and Gramps for Sunday dinners, where we ate chilli and cornbread. She made sure to have a one-on-one conversation with each of us to find out how we were doing at school.”
I smile. Enjoying the fond way he talks about his childhood memories. “She would give us candy during our chat. Mom and Dad never knew.”
His eyes shimmer with mischief and I imagine his face as a child getting candy behind his parents’ back.
“I like her,” I reply.
“She”d love you.”
“Why?”
I wonder what things we would have in common.
“You’re sweet, humble, and funny.”
His words make my cheeks tickle with shyness. I’m sure I’m flushed.
“I wouldn’t call myself funny but thanks.”
“You are, and I’ve never found that trait attractive but with you…” He reaches out, stroking my neck until his hand settles along my throat and his thumb rests on my lips. He touched me like this before. And it makes my legs weak. “It’s captivating. I want more. I can’t get enough of you.”
His eyes take in all of me. It’s like he’s trying to read me. His thumb taps on my lip. I’m glad he’s confused by us too.
I’m bumped into him from behind. A heavy body colliding with my back sends me forward and into Jeremy”s arms. He catches me.
“Watch where you’re going,” he spits.
I try to turn my head, but the way Jeremy is holding me stops me seeing past his arms. I’m snuggled into him. Wrapped in his warmth and delicious masculine scent. My hands on his chest take in the tight pecs underneath the linen shirt, which I wish was on the floor. I want to explore his body. Like where does the hair end? Does it go directly to his pants or stop?
“I’m sorry man,” a guy’s voice slurs. It pulls my mind briefly away from dirty thoughts but not for long.
“You should be,” he fires back with venom. His voice vibrates under my hands.
Heavy feet tap away.
“Are you all right?” Jeremy asks me.
I nod. “Yeah.” I try to step back, but he grips me harder.
I tilt my head and we are inches apart. My mouth parts farther and I lick my lips. He catches it and another grumble or is it a growl leaves his chest.
“Tell me not to do this, Nova.” His voice is thick with desire. His hands roam over my back and down to my ass where he pushes the front of me onto his hard cock. Between my thin panties and dress and his hard erection, I moan.
“Fuck”
“Please.”
“Nova,” he warns.
“Please,” I beg, trying to get him to cave. His eyes snap away as if he’s still trying to respect me and crap, I shouldn’t be doing this. But I can’t stop. I try to think about my job, but he did offer me one. He wouldn’t take it back after we sleep together, would he?
That”s what I want, isn’t it?
Yes.
“How long are we on this stupid thing for then,” I ask.
“Another ten minutes at least. Given where we are on the river and not docked,” he says, his head dropping to the crook of my neck where he nuzzles in.
“I can’t wait that long,” I breathe, tilting my hips on him.
He looks around, swearing as his mind comes up blank.
“Nova. There’s really nowhere here…” he says frustratedly.
“Maybe later.”
“Fuck that. I’ve got an idea.” He rasps, his eyes dark and burning with the same desire swirling inside of me.
“Come.” His gaze sweeps over my face then down over my body before he grabs my hand and pulls me down the stairs and to a room.
“Where are we?” I ask in a shaky breath.
“In Bentley”s office.”
I look around at the dark and boring workplace. Where’s the books? It looks like a spare room. I’m pulled by the hand by Jeremy. He”s leaning on the edge of the desk. A dark smoldering look on his face. I barely have time to think before he grips my hips and pulls my body between his parted thighs.
“Make yourself come,” he orders.
My core hits his erection, my breath leaves in a whoosh. “Huh?”
“Rub your wet, hungry pussy on my cock until you come.”
I shake my head at his request. “Don’t be crazy. I’m not dry humping you here.” But my voice is weak, giving away just how much I’m struggling to fight him. I should be worried that I’m in my boss”s office, but my desire for Jeremy takes over.
“Nova. Do it.”
A thrill powers through me at his tone. “We don’t have time,” I say in a wobbly voice.
“You have ten minutes.”
We stare unblinking at each other. As he really looks at me, I can tell he actually wants this. And so do I. But I’ve never done this before. This is so out of character for me yet exactly what I want.
Fuck it. I need to live. For five minutes, I’ll forget about the consequences of my job and solely focus on Jeremy.
Keeping my hands on his strong shoulders I tilt my hips and feel his large erection jerk against me. His body responds so easily to my touch.
His hands sit above my ass, and he leans over as if he’s hugging me. But he slowly leans his ass farther against the desk for more stability and it helps keep him still on the next roll of my hips.
“Yes-s-s,” he stutters.
I breathe loudly as I continue to chase the orgasm. Trying to keep the same pace. I can feel myself getting more wet. Being in Bentley”s office adds to the thrill.
Jeremy’s mouth trails warm air up and down the side of my neck. Never kissing me, just simply tickling me. It drives me wild. I want him to lay those lips on me. I don’t know how much longer until I start begging. For now, I swallow a whine and continue. He’s grinding his cock against me as I rock down. It hits my clit perfectly, causing my back to arch, and I moan.
He already knows how to read me. Imagine how he could control me if I let him in the bedroom. No clothes. I clench as I imagine his strong body controlling me.
My breaths quicken as my body tightens in response.
“Remy,” I mumble.
“You’re so beautiful,” he rasps, and it takes me over the edge. Unable to scream like I want to, I bite down hard on his shoulder and ride the orgasm out. His fingers grip me tighter.
When I peel myself back, his eyes are feral. And crap, I want him to fuck me right now.
“I’ll take you home.”
“Is there anything you won”t do for me?” I ask in a daze as I come down from an intense orgasm.
“No.” He inches closer, dragging his hand along my jaw to the front of my neck, his thumb resting on my chin as he leans forward. Those fingers on my neck sink in harder and my heart beats wildly in response. But he doesn’t kiss me.
He pulls away. “Calm down, star. Let me get you alone in my bed, so I can rip this sexy dress off your body. I want to see all of you.”
“But—” I’m about to argue and say, “I should say goodbye to Bentley.”
He shakes his head, and it silences me.
“He’s been in the cabin for hours. I doubt he’ll be back.”
“If I get fired because of you, that job offer of yours better be real.”
“Everything I say to you is real.”
I swallow the lump in my throat and nod.
With that piece of information, I relax.
“Let’s go,” he gruffs out then grabs my hand and storms us back upstairs. I look ahead and see we’ve docked. I bite the corner of my lip with excitement. Finally.
I keep up with his steps. We’re silent as he texts on his phone like a madman with one hand. We stop next to a private car.
I’m sad it’s not a limo––what I would give to get him alone in the back of one of those. Because if we had a privacy screen, I’d be on his lap like a cat in heat.
He opens the door and I slide in. He then closes it and climbs in from the other side. He orders the driver home. We sit in the back quietly. I feel his presence and my gaze drops to the space between us. His knee touches mine, and it’s like he’s done that on purpose. The anticipation of sitting beside him and not having him is going to kill me. But it will only increase the upcoming passion.
I stare out the window as we drive. Until his voice cuts in.
“It’ll be a thirty-minute drive.”
My head turns to face him. “Okay.” I don’t really know what else to say.
His hand taps on his leg. “Come here,” he says.
I frown.
“Lie down and relax.”
I curl up and lay my head on his muscular thigh. My heart is in my throat when he immediately runs his hand through my hair. My eyes flutter as he repeats the action. It’s unusually sweet and pleasurable.
“You do a lot for me. What about you?” I say quietly, my eyes checking to see if the driver heard. He doesn’t move, so I’m going to hope he doesn’t. The radio is playing so maybe it will drown out our conversation.
“Pleasing you gives me pleasure,” Jeremy whispers.
I try to move, but he holds me to him.
“Stay. Let me do this.”
Why does he make me so responsive? My body naturally relaxes as if it was made to listen to him.
His hands still stroke my hair. He seems to like it.
I’m tired and my eyes struggle to stay open. He must be watching me because his next words are more orders.
“Close your eyes for ten minutes, but before that, tell me what you feel like eating.”
“Nothing. To be honest.” My stomach is rolling with nerves about what’s to come. I can’t think about food.
“You need to eat. We aren’t coming up for air tonight. So you need to be well-fed, rested, and hydrated.”
“McDonalds,” I answer without thinking. It’s something I love, and I feel satisfied once I’ve eaten it.
“Rest your eyes. I’ll wake you when it’s here.” His hand stroking my hair makes it too hard to fight.
So I don’t. Instead, I snuggle up to his thigh and enjoy the attention. I’ve never had it before and it’s becoming addictive. He’s becoming addicting.