Chapter 14
Mia
HE DIDN’T JUST EAT me out. He ravaged and savored me in a way I’d never experienced. From him humming against my folds, to him murmuring sweet nothings between thrusting his tongue deep into me.
He told me how good I tasted, how much he thought about me, how he didn’t think he’d ever get enough of me. I reminded myself that the words were empty and hollow, ones I knew he probably didn’t mean.
But I was only human, and my body listened and responded like I was a prized possession. I clung to his hair for dear life, wanting it to never end but also not sure how much sensation I could endure.
No man had made me feel fear and excitement so quickly.
I was on the edge of death with his threats but more alive than I’d ever been.
The roller coaster of emotions was fast, dangerous, and addicting.
No person should have been exposed to that type of thrill, because I was sure afterward I’d struggle to come back from it.
Closing my legs and leaving wasn’t an option though.
Jameson Knight would get what he wanted from me because my body was ready to give him everything.
The way his tongue swept through me built a pressure that needed to be relieved, that twisted a desire so powerful that I was ready to scream for the orgasm I so desperately needed.
“Please,” I whispered, pulling at his dark hair.
He brushed his fingers over me so he could pull back and stare at me with those cool, blue eyes. “What are you begging for now, Darling? Am I not giving you exactly what you need?”
I bit my lip, because asking him for his cock wasn’t something I was used to. Asking for anything, really, wasn’t something I did.
When I hesitated, he stopped touching me, as if it were punishment for not answering. “If you need something, you say it.”
“I need it all. You,” I blurted as I rolled my hips down on his fingers. He met my movements perfectly with his own, like a damn reward. “Please. Just screw me, Jameson. I’m not used to playing games in the bedroom.”
His stare became inquisitive as he worked me at a steady pace. Round and round his fingers went on my clit, with just enough pressure to excite me but not make me lose my mind. “Has no one played with your pussy like me, Mia?”
I gasped when he thrust a finger in and curled it against a sensitive part. The sensation left me with no filter. “No one. Oh my God. That feels good.”
“How good? Ride my hand and show me how you like it.” Those blue eyes swept down my body like an ocean rolling over the sand and moved me to listen.
I was malleable under his touch and wanted to obey his every command, because I was rewarded when I did.
I rolled my hips, and he licked his lips like he was hungry for me.
I rode his fingers harder, and his gaze darkened while his jawline clenched.
I was affecting him the way he affected me, and the sheer idea of it had me on the brink.
“Look at how wet you get for me, Mia. These pretty thighs against my counter glistening and getting the metal all wet. You told me it was impossible. What else are you lying about? Did the men you’ve been with really actually play with your pussy? You leading me on?”
“They didn’t,” I reassured him as I panted, my hands gripping my thighs now as I rode him faster and faster. “Honestly, the men I get with just get what they want before ever worrying about me getting mine.”
He hummed, pulling his hand back a little, but my hips chased his fingers best they could. I was so close, but he wanted to drag this out. “They were selfish and stupid men then.”
“I don’t know,” I whined, frustrated he wasn’t unbuttoning his slacks, but then he slid another finger in me, and I whimpered. “Just give me more. I don’t care about the others. I want this right now. I’ll turn around. You can take me from behind, do what you want, anything.”
I’d lost control and said the last bit as a bargaining chip. He didn’t know I knew that’s the way he liked it, that that was the way he did it with Valerie.
Something shifted in his stance and his gaze, even in the way his hand moved in me.
Those blue eyes pierced sharper, that touch felt predatory, and his muscles bulked as his hand stilled.
“You intend to not look at me when I fuck you?” His tone was dark, flattening into a voice that was almost primal. “Do you want to forget it’s me?”
“No.” I shook my head fast, realizing that’s what he must have been doing with Valerie. “Of course not. I just want to get off. What are you waiting for?”
He chuckled, but there was an edge to it. “Mia, I’m meticulous if nothing else. Your body needs to be ready.”
“I am ready. If you’re not capable of finishing the job, then let’s just stop.” The snark flew out of my mouth.
“Capable?” He smirked. “I’m going to watch your pussy soak my hand for that. Slowly and surely.”
“I don’t get wet like that, Jameson. I’m telling you, I never have!”
“Let’s see then. I want these nipples puckering for me.
Your body shaking. You moaning. And let’s see if this pussy weeps for me, because when I fuck you, Mia”—his thumb was tracing my clit now, deliberately and possessively, as he bent over me—“I’m going to watch and memorize every inch of you …
of how you look when you scream my name over and over. ”
I moaned, pulling him closer so I could move onto his fingers faster, getting the friction I wanted. I didn’t care what he wanted anymore—I’d do all of it just to hit my orgasm.
“That’s it, pretty darling. Ride it just like that,” he encouraged me. “Tell me who you’re riding.”
“Mr. Knight.”
He smacked my thigh with his other hand and pinched my clit. I gasped at the pain zinging through my body, but he immediately massaged both areas as he commanded, “My whole name, Mia. Who’s going to make you come all over and leave a mess?”
“Jameson Knight.”
“Whose household do you teach within?”
“Jameson Knight’s.”
“Whose rules do you follow?”
I bit my tongue now. The man knew I needed this. I could hear my own arousal from him sliding his finger in and out, and still he slowed the rhythm. “Jameson, I’m going to act more unprofessional than ever if you don’t let me finish.”
“Say it then. Whose rules do you follow, baby?”
I was going to go wild in a second, I was so close. “Yours, you ass.”
He hummed in fucking delight, and then he smiled wide.
“Such a little pretty brat when you could just submit for a second. I’m not an ass.
I’m Jameson Knight, your boss, and you should show me some respect.
Tell me you’ll listen, Mia. Moan it for me out of that snarky mouth.
Then I’ll let you feel it, that high you want so bad. ”
I dug my nails into my thighs. “Jameson Knight, your rules are ridiculous half the time.” He started to take his hand away, and I grabbed for his wrist like a fiend. “But I’ll listen. I’ll listen, okay? Please. I’ll listen, Jameson Knight.”
I was rewarded by his fingers sliding back in and curling right into the sweet spot I needed.
“That’s it. You feel how soaked this pussy is now?
” My eyes drifted shut as the heat built at my center, but he growled, “Eyes on me, Mia. I want your eyes locked on mine with you this wet. I won’t blink, nor do I intend to miss a second of you wild, riding me. ”
He said it with promise rather than condescension, like he was seriously considering getting dry eye just to watch every millisecond.
I didn’t understand it. How could I? He never had Valerie look at him. “I’m just a distraction you’re getting rid of,” I whispered, trying to find my way back to sanity, to this meaning nothing, to this being only for pleasure.
He chewed on the corner of his lip like he was holding back more that he had to say and then knelt again. “Yeah, don’t I wish,” I thought I heard him say, but I probably imagined it.
Not that it mattered. His mouth descended between my legs again, and he sucked hard on my clit this time.
No more games were being played. When I looked down, he was looking up, meeting my gaze with hunger and intensity that fueled my libido, that fed the girl in me who wanted to be desired, that pushed me over the edge.
I bared down on his face, writhing against him as I got lost in the blue ocean of that stare.
I drowned in it and didn’t care about coming up for air because the deep sea of pleasure overtook me, wave after wave.
I hit a high I couldn’t control as I screamed out and rode his face for minutes or hours.
He let me, too. Like he was some sort of gentleman.
The complete opposite of what I’d made him out to be in my head.
And he followed that up with holding me there while he took a napkin from the dispenser near his sink and wet it to gently brush over me. His movements were still meticulous and measured but with care rather than authority.
“Jameson, what are you doing?” I frowned at him. He was holding me open even while I tried to close my legs.
“Cleaning you up,” he said, like it was normal.
“But what about you?” I pointed to the tent in his slacks. “We didn’t even—”
“We’re not going to.” His tone was sharp. “A man doesn’t always need to get his after you, Mia. Sometimes all it takes is for a woman to get there.”
“So, we’re done?”
His blue eyes snapped and clashed with mine. “Are you still distracted?”
I stuttered, not sure how to answer. “No. That was great, but—”
“Then you’ll be able to finish your work duties for the day and give Franny your full attention.”
He walked over to the trash can and stepped on a lever to open the lid. He threw the napkin and what felt like our whole connection away in that bin. I jumped with the sound of the can snapping closed.
The tension in the room was back. The darkness, the authority he held over me as my boss.
Jameson didn’t want complications, and I was one, that was obvious.
So, I moved quickly to snatch up my clothes and slid my panties and skirt on.
“I would have been able to finish my duties just fine before all this had I simply been informed of every aspect of this job.”
“You were informed enough,” he said gruffly, looking the other way.
I walked right into his line of sight though. “Oh really?” I wrapped my blouse back around my waist. “Seems you left out a few things, like you being an elusive ass of the Diamond Syndicate while moonlighting as a surgeon for criminals downstairs half the time.”
Shock flickered over his features followed by amusement, which pissed me off more. He crossed his arms. “And the other half?”
Oh, he wanted me to continue. Fine. “The other half of the time I might get a bonus of you sticking your fingers between my legs, it seems. Or was that a one-off and I’ll have to go find help with that elsewhere the rest of the summer?”
The growl he let out was low, and it sent shivers over my skin. But he worked his jaw up and down a few times before he announced, “Well, like I promised, you’re free to go anywhere in Paradise Grove from now on if you need help elsewhere, although I don’t recommend it.”
“Why not?”
“Because they’ll have to deal with me after, Mia,” he said, and he held my gaze, making sure I knew exactly what that meant. “Anyway, I’d like one of the guys to accompany you if you leave with Franny. I should have taken the well-being of you two exploring outside into consideration earlier.”
What could I say to that? Now, not only was he a member of the syndicate, but he was being considerate too.
It left us in unknown territory where I couldn’t argue with him about professionalism but didn’t have my legs wrapped around his head either. I worked my hands in consternation. “I’ll keep you updated on Franny’s progress with exploration. I should get back to her and—”
“I’ll walk you upstairs.” He pointed to a back door, and I hesitated. “It’s the other staircase.”
“I haven’t seen that part of the estate.”
He nodded, and his voice cooled slightly. “It’s my wing.”
I wasn’t sure if that was a boundary he was putting up or an offer for a future invitation.
The hall to the stairs was dim as we moved through it.
Gone was the clean smell of the house, and in its place was that leather and clove that reminded me of him.
Jameson motioned me to take the stairs, and he walked behind me.
The staircase curved up, narrow but elegant.
Each step creaked like he took these more than others, like whoever had lived here utilized this path regularly.
We made it to the ground level, and he pointed to double doors. “My room is there, and if you turn here, we’ll be back at the study.”
Yet, my eyes weren’t looking down the hall that led to the bright normalcy I was used to at his estate now. They were on the door that was next to his, that had a handle that shined with gold elegancy and a keyhole that was shaped like something from a storybook.
This door was substantial, and I was sure it would be heavier. Carved with wood vines and ivy, it was unlike all the others.
“What’s in there?” I murmured almost to myself. “It looks like it belongs in another time.”
“It does,” he grumbled. “That door is completely off-limits. Some parts of this house don’t need to be explored by my daughter’s teacher, and some doors are better left closed.
Do you understand, Ms. Darling?” His whole demeanor shut down, his tone shifted.
The barrier was back up between us. I was Ms. Darling again.
Not the woman he’d just had relations with.
Not someone he cared to trust his secrets with.
Just a woman he’d removed as a distraction. Just an elementary school teacher he’d lusted over, but now he’d cut the cord between us.
I felt the knife to my gut as he said it, as he shuttered closed the window into his thoughts.
He’d put me back in my place, and I had to push myself to remember it. I took a step back from him and nodded. “Understood, Mr. Knight. I’m a professional, after all. As the nanny, I know exactly where I should and should not go now.”
With that, I turned and went back to the study all on my own.
He didn’t come after me.
Why would he? After all, we were just boss and employee.