Chapter 2 #2
“Say it,” I demand, needing confirmation that this isn’t all in my head.
She pulls back and lightly swipes her tongue along her lips before she replies, “I want to use your face as a chair, Jamie.”
My cock thickens at the thought of devouring her sweet cunt.
I never expected any of this tonight; I don’t fuck hotel guests.
But Aubrey isn’t just some drunk woman at a bar hitting on me.
While she’s undeniably gorgeous, she’s also fucking captivating, and someone I’ll want more than one night or even a week with.
This is entirely unfair.
Anything more than a hook-up with Aubrey is nearly impossible since she’ll be back in California in a matter of days.
If I’m right about her, and we spend the night together, she’ll have me salivating at the thought of her for the foreseeable future with no way of satiating my hunger.
Except with her citrus perfume enveloping me, I find myself not caring about who she works for or how I’ll absolutely be fired if Isaac finds out about this…
I want her. She knows I work for Isaac and is willing to risk negative press if any of this ever got out.
Maybe this isn’t the worst idea after all.
Wanting to keep things as light as possible, I finally add, “Why don’t we play a game of how hard can I make you come before Olivia hears you?”
“Definitely more exciting than a game of checkers or gin rummy.”
“I’d win those too.” As she finally releases my shirt, it’s as if a tether has been broken. Sliding my hand to her lower back, I pull her to me, needing her close. “Other than my mouth being your seat for the night, what else do you want?”
“Well…” Aubrey shamelessly shifts her hand lower until she’s gripping my cock through my pants. Her eyes widen as she gasps, “Oh, shit! I don’t think I can even wrap my hand around it.”
“You must have tiny hands,” I chuckle but still appreciate the praise.
“No, you just have a huge dick. Fuck, how is that supposed to fit anywhere?”
“Just like the pasta, I’m confident you can take it.”
A sly smirk tilts her lips as she gently squeezes, slowly sliding her hand up and down my length.
“Smart, hot, and funny—a lethal combination,” she purrs, and it takes everything in me to not blow my load in my slacks.
“It’s a shame you’re too young for me, I’d bring you home like a souvenir.
" She stops her movement, making my balls tighten. “Crap, how old are you really? Please tell me this isn’t like a ‘I’m 6’1” but really 5’10”’ lie in a dating profile situation.
Are you actually twenty-six? Please tell me you’re at least legal.
You have to be over twenty-one because you work at a bar, right?
Wait… what’s the drinking age in Canada? I don’t know, I—”
I shut up her ramblings with my mouth on hers. It takes less than a second for the shock to wear off, moaning into my mouth as if I’m the best thing she’s ever tasted. I’ll admit, I’ve kissed dozens of women, but it’s never been like this. This is hungry, eager, and I can’t get enough.
She’s wrong that I’m too young for her. Sure, she’s ten years my senior, but it’s just a number; I truly don’t give a fuck how old she is.
From the moment I saw her tonight, I’ve needed to taste her more than the oxygen in my lungs.
It’s completely irrational, and I may as well throw my career away right now, but until one of us wises up to the consequences, she’ll be mine—hopefully not only for one night.
“I’m twenty-six,” I mutter against her lips, hoping to give her peace of mind. “And before you try to use our jobs as an excuse, I know who you are, but I came here anyway.”
Aubrey drags me farther into the suite, bumping into the table. She doesn’t falter, instead sitting on top of it, spreading her legs wide, and I instinctually step between them.
“Sleeping with the Governor’s Chief of Staff isn’t going to land you a promotion, Jamie.” While her tone is teasing, her insinuation never occurred to me. It isn’t as if Aubrey has any sway in Canadian politics. “One night of fun. That’s all I can promise.”
“And what if I want more?”
She cups my cheek. “To be clear, this is just sex, okay? You live in an entirely different country, and I’ll be gone in a week. So, take it or leave it.”
Since I’m the product of a one-night stand, hooking up with someone like this has always been a hard limit for me; I’m hesitant to agree to her proposal. But how the hell am I going to walk away now that I’ve felt her lips on mine and know how she tastes?
I’ve had plans to move to California for the past few years.
She can believe this will be casual, live in her little delusion for now, but she’ll need to prepare for more once I eventually follow her back to the Golden State.
You don’t give up on women like Aubrey—you earn them.
And I have every intention of doing just that.
I let her question hang between us, tilting her chin, and bringing our lips a breath apart. Her eyes search mine, seeking an answer I refuse to give. If she thinks I’m going to sink myself inside her and let it be one time, she’s sorely mistaken.
I only make promises I intend to keep.