24. Jason
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L ust heats her whiskey eyes. Her eyebrows lift in shock, and I can feel her body tense in my space, even though there’s still half a foot of air between us.
I lift my hand, cupping her throat, and she gulps. The movement twitches my dick from alive to full-blown ready to charge.
With parted lips, she stares back at me. I can’t wait to shove my shaft between these luscious lips.
I swear, if we weren’t surrounded by all her co-workers, I’d drag her to a dark corner and find out if she’s as wet underneath this skimpy dress as I think she is.
“You wouldn’t,” she dares, barely above a whisper.
I would.
Weeks of pent-up tension know I sure as fuck would.
Her fingertips slip over my abdomen and slowly, teasingly slide up. I snatch them out of the air before she reaches my neck, then fold her palm over the bulge in my pants. She gasps, her eyes hooded.
“Does this feel like I wouldn’t?” My lips are almost touching hers. “Because I’m five seconds away from skipping the room altogether.”
I bet she’d look really good on one of those wooden patio tables on my left. Or pressed against one of those palm trees where the tiles stop and the beach starts.
Her eyes almost pop out, and another deep swallow has me tucking my lip between my teeth to hide my amusement. I can almost hear her heart pounding out of her chest. Or it’s mine, I’m not sure.
“Five,” I start, taking a deep breath. “Four.” God, she smells so good. “Three.”
Her body kicks back into motion, and she darts below my arm and out of my space.
That’s it, baby. Let me chase you.
Chuckling, I glance over my shoulder. She spins to face me, creating distance as she walks backwards.
“I’m working, Jason,” she scolds, but I see the mischief flickering in her gaze.
She’s loving this.
“The presentation is done, you’ve shaken some hands, and everyone is halfway buzzed or fucked.” I smirk, turning to rest my back against the railing. “I think you’re done for tonight. But I’m not.”
“Jason,” she hisses, barely able to hide her grin as she continues backing away.
“Two,” I go on, and she hastily glances around the patio.
“Jason, you can’t go all cavemen on me,” she whispers. “I work with these people.”
Maybe I would’ve listened to her reasons if I didn’t know what she tastes like or if I didn’t remember what it felt like to slide home inside her. But I do.
It’s been fucking with my head since the first time I held her in my arms as mine, and it’s been living rent free in my mind since I found out she moved to LA. After the small teases and stolen kisses of the past couple of weeks?
I don’t care who’s watching or who isn’t.
Before the clock strikes midnight, this Cinderella is mine.
I cross my arms in front of my chest, tilting my head. “I don’t have to go all cavemen if you don’t make me chase you.”
But deep down, I hope she does.
I will fight for her. I will chase her, because it will be the last goddamn time before I make her mine. For good this time.
“Jason,” she warns, but I just laugh.
“One.” I push off the railing, and she yelps, disappearing inside, mingling through the crowd.
The smells of liquor and small canapes linger around the room, but my focus is only on the blonde pushing past people to stay out of my grasp.
Desire fuels my big strides as I follow her, loving the semi panicking glances over her shoulder. Her cheeks widen each time our eyes connect as she weaves past co-workers as fast as she can.
My heart slams against my ribcage with each step. She speed walks out of the main venue, into the lobby that leads to the elevators.
Gotcha.
What is better than pushing her against the wall in our hotel room? Pushing her against the back panel of an elevator, knowing each second someone could enter the cart while I have my fingers inside her wet pussy.
She slides in, frantically pressing the button, and the elevator closes.
“Jules,” I groan, resulting in a sweet smile and a taunting wave before she disappears behind the steel doors.
Dammit.
But deep down, heat flares my entire torso, excitement buzzing through my veins. I love this. I love chasing her. I love the cheeky grin she’s throwing me, and it only heightens how much I want her. How much I fucking crave her.
Impatiently, I push the button a couple of times, then step in the next elevator. When I reach our floor, I saunter around the corner, just in time to hear a door click in the hall. It takes everything I got to not sprint at the door, catching her just in time to tear that dress off her curves.
I stop in front of the thick door of our room.
Damn Ford.
Brownie points for him.
My smile expands, desire fluttering in my stomach, before I press my keycard against the panel and the door opens with a ping.
Glancing around the darkness, I blink, adjusting my eyes under the dim moonlight shining through the room. A soft breeze lets the sheer curtains dance behind the open sliding doors.
Where is she?
Mutt is lying on the couch, and he sleepily perches his head up, a question in his big eyes. Quickly, I scoop him into my arms, spreading out a couple of towels into the bathtub before settling him back down in his bed for the night, then close the door behind me. The furball is growing on me, though I will never admit it, but I don’t need an audience for this.
Slowly, I amble through the room, pushing the fabric to the side so I can step onto the patio. Waves crash against the beach in the background, the sound calming and soothing.
“Hey.”
I spin at the sweet voice. Julie’s dress is gone. I breathe in through my nose.
Her blonde hair touches the swell of her breasts, her brown eyes acting as a lighthouse underneath the California moonlight.
I can’t wait to take off that white lace bra and have those firm breasts in the palms of my hands. I can’t wait to smell her arousal when I push my nose against the net fabric hiding her pussy.
For a second, it’s as if all is right in the world.
As if things are aligning.
Things are aligning with her, and it’s everything I’ve wanted for years.
“Come here,” I command.
Her eyes are hooded as she steps forward, gliding through the room like she’s a goddamn goddess. The closer she gets, the more I want to claim her. Devour her. Ruin her. Mark her for everyone to see.
I’ve let her slip out of my grasp too many times, but it’s not happening again.
She stops right before me, her warm palms feverish as they press against my dress shirt.
“I’m here. What are you gonna do to me?” she dares.
I tuck my lip between my teeth, pushing my hand into her hair. She leans into my touch and closes her eyes. The light of the moon highlights her cheekbones.
She’s beautiful.
She’s mine.
Before I can give in, our lips collide. Every molecule releases our excitement, and I let the tension rush through our kiss. She moans into my mouth, eagerly pushing her tongue against mine.
My hands move, her hands move, gripping and groping as if our lives depend on it. It does. She’s fused with the air that I breathe, without her, nothing to live for.
She still tastes like peaches, but the hint of the flashy cocktail she drank all night still lingers on her lips. It’s sweet, it’s savory, it’s poison for my soul, and I can’t wait to die. I pull her deeper against my chest, her back arching to melt into me.
“I’ve been waiting for this all day,” she muses, barely leaving any space between our mouths.
I guide her to the four feet brick wall that separates the patio from the beach, tropical bushes acting like a natural barrier.
“All day? Baby, I’ve been waiting for this since I had my first taste.” I spin us around, and she squeals, her breath stolen when I sit her down on the cold stone.
“Did you enjoy dinner?” I ask, bending to kiss her while my hands slide the fabric of her bra down.
Taking my face in her hands, she chuckles with a little confusion. I lock my eyes with hers, loving the frown she’s giving me.
“Did you?” I reach behind her back, unclasping the flimsy lace that’s still between me and her breast.
“Hmm, sure? You?”
I take both boobs into my palms, testing their firmness and softness to my touch. She moans, and I grunt when my dick tests my patience as it tries to break free all on its own.
“It didn’t satisfy my appetite.” Big brown eyes stare back at me, desire pooling in the corners when she suddenly hears what I’m saying.
She plays coy, fluttering her lashes. “I think I can help with that.”
“Yeah?”
She gets up, taking my shirt with her as she lifts it over my head and throws it somewhere behind me. Her palm crashes against my chest with a taunting gaze when I’m pushed back a step.
Goddamn, this is so sexy.
“I think so, yeah.” She seductively moves delicate fingers to the hem of her thong, teasing the fabric over her skin.
She’s gonna kill me.
Her tongue darts out when she moves the lace down, slowly but gradually revealing her gorgeous pussy. A sliver of wetness tempts me, dying to find out how much slickness I’m gonna find when I push her open.
I gulp.
She steps out of the thong, and I remind myself to buy her more heels when they click against the tiles, accentuating her long legs. I want to lick my way up her calf, toward her thigh before I hit home, but when she sits back down, spreading her legs wide, I’m hanging by a thread.
I’ve never had a heart attack, and I pray I never will. But if I would’ve had to describe what I think it would feel like? This is it. The tight feeling in my chest, as if the most important organ in my torso forgets to do its job. As if it’s stuck in traffic without any sign of movement miles ahead.
The world fucking stops, and she’s my light at the end of the tunnel.
But it’s her next move that has me on my knees begging for mercy.
“Eat, Jason.”
It’s not a question. It’s not a plea. It’s a command.
And it’s all I need to lose control, and dive into my dessert like it’s my last supper.