16. Jenny
JENNY
Cole wasn’t as obsessed with the seals as I was, but he still liked them. After about ten minutes, I was ready to go. “You still want to go shopping?” I asked.
“Do you?”
I shrugged. “Shopping bores me. But you don’t,” I admitted. “So if you like it, I betcha I can like it.”
He smiled at me, and it was like the sun coming out. “Why don’t we at least get you dresses for the rehearsal dinner and the wedding, and then we can call it good? I know a place we can go. We can be in and out real quick.”
“Are you talking dirty to me, Coley?” I asked.
“Ha.” He yanked at the collar of his shirt. “It’s automatic, I guess. I can’t help myself.”
“I don’t mind.” I linked my hand with his as we crossed the street, heading to Faneuil Hall. “But for the record, you haven’t been in and out real quick. Which I appreciate!” I laughed—a loud, honking sound that I could never control. A passing woman in a suit looked at me, startled, but Cole laughed. He didn’t seem embarrassed by me. Maybe billionaires were so wealthy they didn’t get embarrassed?
“Sorry.” I coughed. “I always laugh too loud.”
“Don’t be sorry.” He squeezed my hand. “One of the things I like about you is that you’re yourself. So don’t apologize.”
One of the things he liked about me? Maybe Mr. Billions was having as much fun as I was. Coledidseem to be enjoying himself. When I’d done that thing with his balls in the shower, he shouted. Like, a good shout, something he couldn’t control. And then he’d come hard . Hot pride bloomed in my chest when I remembered how he’d held on to me for dear life as the orgasm swept through him.
The orgasm he’d had with me .
I took pride in my work. I aimed to satisfy my clients, and this assignment was no different. But whatwasdifferent was that I genuinely wanted to blow Cole’s mind. I wanted him to remember me long after these two weeks faded away. I wanted it to mean something.
What exactly I wanted it to mean, I had no idea. But I had a feeling that I wouldn’t ever forget about Cole Bryson, and it would be nice if the billionaire rememberedme.
All of this was a fancy way of thinking circles around the fact that I liked my client. I liked holding his hand. I liked his Cayenne Turbo. I liked his glorious penthouse with its view of the Harbor. I also liked his big, long cock.
But underneath that, something was bothering me. It had to do with all the liking going on.
I likedCole. He was a male version of me, but wicked rich, and sophisticated. So maybe he wasn’t that much like me, but whatever! The fact that I genuinely enjoyed my client unnerved me. The fact that I’d had several rocking orgasms with him, which had caused me to scream my head off—for real—troubled me even more. That hadneverhappened to me with a client.
In fact, it had never happened to me ever . So why was that? Why did Billionaire Batman have that effect on me?
I glanced at Cole. He wore his sunglasses, his thick, black, wavy hair glinting in the sunlight. His polo shirt strained against his muscular chest, and his brawny forearms bulged with veins. He reeked of money, of class, and of pure testosterone. Who the fuckwasthis guy? Who the hell did he think he was, stroking my G-spot and making my whole body vibrate like that?
And when could he do it again?
“The store’s in Beacon Hill. Do you mind walking some more?” he asked.
“I love it. It’s such a gorgeous day.” I smiled at the people milling by us, the smell of food wafting out of Faneuil Hall, and the glorious sun shining. Cole and I firmly kept our hands clasped as we navigated through the crowd, past Legal Seafoods, multiple Dunkins, and Downtown Crossing. Holding Cole’s hand was the most natural thing in the world. I wasn’t pretending to enjoy myself. It felt like he was my actual boyfriend and that maybe I was living a real life.
You are living a real life, said the voice in my head, which was true and not true all at the same time.
Stop confusing me, I ordered. Sometimes, I had to shut that voice up.
Finally, we reached Boston Common. The park was so pretty this time of year. The trees were in full pink bloom, and the grass was a rich green. People watched the swan boats, walked their dogs, and scrolled on their phones as they sat on the park benches. It felt like the whole city was outside. We New Englanders knew how precious this weather was.
We crossed the park into Beacon Hill, a ritzy neighborhood filled with beautiful townhomes and luxury stores. Cole stopped before a boutique with tiny, expensive-looking dresses in the window. I peered inside—the store was sparse and immaculate, and they only sold high-end dresses. It was the kind of place I would never venture into for fear of being so ill-bred and poor I might set off some sort of alarm.
“Here we are.” Without a preamble, Cole pulled me inside. It smelled like expensive perfume. A pretty woman stood behind the counter. She had long, raven hair and wore a simple white dress shirt unbuttoned dangerously low.
She smiled at Cole, obviously pleased. “Mr. Bryson, it’s always a pleasure,” she purred in a sultry, foreign accent. “It’s been so long since we’ve seen you. I’ve been looking forward to your next visit.”
“Hello, Camille.” Cole smiled back. “This is my girlfriend, Jenny. She needs dresses for a couple of upcoming events, including a formal wedding.”
“Sounds wonderful, Mr. Bryson. Bonjour, Jenny . ” She eyed me up and down. Apparently, Camille didn’t like what she saw because she raised an eyebrow disapprovingly. “C’est un plaisir.”
“Huh?”
“I said,it’s a pleasure.” But Camille didn’t sound like it was a pleasure. She sounded as if she were talking to a small, very dumb, and annoying child. “It’s French. You know, the language?”
“Oh yeah! French the language .” I nodded as if this was the most profound thing I’d ever heard.
So Camille was French. And I didn’t have to speak it to know that (a) she had a thing for Coley and (b) she thought I was a bimbo.
I stuck my chest out at that French bitch and smiled. “Does that gold dress in the window come in a size six?”
“Je suis vraiment désolé.” She pursed her lips. “We don’t carry anything larger than a four, I’m afraid.”
“I’ll try the four, then.” I tossed my hair over my shoulder. “Sometimes I fluctuate between sizes, and I’ve been getting plenty of exercise lately.” I smacked Cole on the ass for emphasis.
He laughed. She frowned.
I checked my nails while I waited for that bitch to get me the dress.
“Camille, can you actually pull a couple of looks?” Cole asked politely. “We need something for that wedding, too.”
“Of course, Mr. Bryson.” She still had the sultry accent, but at least she didn’t purr at him.
“Like I said, size four should do nicely,” I called, sounding anything but nicely. “Working here, being French and speaking French the language and all, I’m sure you can find a couple of ‘looks’ that work!”
“Jenny,” Cole said, keeping his voice low while Camille fetched me things to try on, “did Camille offend you?”
“No,” I said innocently, “but she was eye-fucking you.”
Cole shrugged good-naturedly. “I only have eyes for you if that helps.”
“It helps,” I said. “But also, I think it’s rude that they don’t carry any sizes bigger than a four. Most girls can’t fit their asses into a four, and that’s because girls gotta eat. Maybe Camille only eats a croissant once in a full moon, and that’s why she’s such a bitch. But that’s her problem, not mine.”
Cole nodded slowly, taking my words in. “Words to live by, Jenny. Words to live by.”
I perched my sunglasses on top of my head. “Right? I can’t be worrying about everybody else out there. Just trying to keep my side of the street clean, you know what I’m saying?”
Cole kept nodding as Camille hustled back from the changing rooms. “Everything is ready for you, Miss Jenny.”
“Thanks a bunch, Camille.” I tossed my hair and sashayed past her.
“I’m going to help you screen dresses,” Cole offered and followed me back.
He ducked into the changing room behind me and locked the door. “You can’t leave me out there with her alone. She looks tres pissed .”
“Yeah, well, maybe it’ll give old Camille a chance to button her shirt. And take the stick out of her ass.”
Cole chuckled as he took a seat on a nearby stool. For such a tiny store, it had a mammoth dressing room. I was still pissed that the salesperson had been judge-y and rude, so I huffed as I stripped out of my clothes and roughly grabbed the first dress. It was pink and ruffled, totally not my style. “Ick, I hate this. Help me zip it.”
Cole obeyed, zipping me into the micro mini. He whistled appreciatively. “You might not like that, but you look gorgeous.”
“I look like a cheerleading poodle.” I frowned at my reflection. “It’s a no, Coley. Sorry to disappoint.”
“You are anything but disappointing.” He chivalrously unzipped the dress and hung it back on the hanger. “How about this one?”
The next dress was a deep purple, pretty but not my style. “Nah.”
“This one?” He held up a long, deep-teal, mermaid-looking dress. “This could be nice for the wedding,” he encouraged.
“Yeah, all right. I’ll try it.” I shimmied into the gown while Cole watched. Was I imagining it, or were his eyes getting hooded?
“Zip me, baby, okay?” I cooed in case his arousal wasn’t all in my head. I shouldn’t let stupid Camille ruin a great day. I was used to women being rude to me—it happened all the time. Either they were jealous, threatened, or snobby. Whatever the reason, they used it to look down on me. Little did they know it wasn’t all fun and games being so young and hot. I mean, itcouldhave been, in an alternate universe, but that was not the universe I was living in.
“Ooh, I like this one.” I smiled at myself in the mirror. The formal dress clung to me but was so expensive it still looked classy. “I might wear my hair up with this.” I pulled my curls up into a messy bun and made a kissy face at Cole in the mirror.
“You look stunning.” Before I knew what hit me, he was off the stool and behind me. But after a second, I knew exactly what was hitting me!
“Mmm, you’re so beautiful, Jenny. Andfeisty. I love it when you show your claws a little.” He ran his mouth down my neck, causing goose bumps everywhere.
“Cole, what are you doing?”
“This.” He unzipped the mermaid gown and gently hung it up.
Then he pressed his screaming erection against my ass, and it was game on!
“You’re so naughty, baby.” I rubbed up against him, and he moaned. “But wecan’t do it in public.”
“We’re not in public.” Cole stripped out of his shirt and unbuttoned his pants so they fell down around his ankles. “We’re in a dressing room—totally different, babe. And I can’t wait. Ineed you.”
“Well, when you put it that way…” I pushed down his boxer briefs, and his glorious cock sprang out at me, fully erect and at attention. My insides got all squirmy. We didn’t have long—Camille could come back and check on us any second.
I hitched my thong to the side and rubbed my already wet slit against him.
“Oh fuck, babe,” he panted. “You’re so wet.”
He thrust against my slit, hitting my swollen clit, and I cried out.
“I need to be inside you. I’m not going to last long.”
“S’okay, Coley,” I cooed. “I like it when you give it to me hard.”
He picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him, laughing, as he pinned me against the wall.
But then he entered me, hard and deep, and I wasn’t laughing anymore.
I was flying.
Cole thrust his muscular hips, driving into me. I didn’t know if his penis had some sort of a curve or was just magic, but it stroked that spot deep inside me that no one had ever reached. “Oh yeah. That’s it, babe. Just like that.” The words flew out of my mouth, loud and uninhibited, before I could stop them.
“Fuck, yeah. I’m gonna give it to you, Jenny. Oh my fucking God, you’re unbelievable.” His thrusts became rougher, a look of pure ecstasy on his face. I reached down and stroked his balls like I’d done in the shower, and he cried out. Loud .
I slapped one hand over his mouth but didn’t stop stroking with the other. His balls tightened underneath my touch, and pure female satisfaction surged through me. He was going to come. He was going to come for me .
I bounced up and down on his long, hard cock, my climax building deep inside me.
“Fuck!” Cole screamed against my palm as he came. Feeling his hot seed inside me pushed my orgasm over the edge. My eyes rolled back in my head as I flew higher and higher, my body vibrating with magic Cole-Bryson penis delight.
Cole slapped his hand over my mouth as I cried out, but I didn’t even notice.
When I returned to earth, I realized we had our hands over each other’s mouths.
We both burst out laughing, but you couldn’t really hear it.
“Mr. Bryson? Ms. Jenny? Do you need another gown?” Camille sniffed from outside the dressing room.
I took my hand off Cole’s mouth. “Nah, we’re good,” he called. “We’ll take all of these!”
And then we burst out laughing again.