Chapter 3
Aubrey
He’s entirely too beautiful to be real. While I initially went downstairs to find this gorgeous man, I never thought I’d actually find him, and definitely didn’t expect him on the other side of the bar.
I figured I’d run into some traveling investment banker dining solo who I could bring back up to my room for a quickie.
Instead, a man who is a decade younger than me, and whose touch sets my entire body on fire, is standing here in my suite, letting me take advantage of him.
As he gently holds my chin with his thumb and forefinger, I slide my hands up his sides and pull him closer until his lips brush mine.
It isn’t like the greedy first kiss we shared; it’s sweet, romantic even…
dangerous. I can’t have soft boyfriend-like kisses from this stranger.
This is just a little fling, a night of letting loose, nothing more.
I nip at his bottom lip as I pull back, and a little growl gets stuck in his throat.
His eyes are dark and the energy from him is scorching.
I spent years in a loveless marriage, and even with all of the men I dated, not a single one of them looked at me like this, with such hunger that I ached for them to touch me.
They were all uninspired, mediocre. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so desired, sexy even.
Shifting my hands higher, I trace my fingers along the collar of his shirt, outlining the little tattoos peeking out.
I joked yesterday with Olivia on the way to the airport, “So help me if I find myself a man who calls me a good girl with an accent and a slutty little mustache or goatee, I’m toast.” Jamie does indeed have a slutty little mustache, so there’s only one box checked, but if he dares call me a good girl, I may as well book the next flight to Vegas with him.
I’m just glad he doesn’t have an accent, or my panties may melt right off me.
“What’s so funny?”
I brush away the thought, but there’s also no harm in being honest. “I warned Livy that she should keep me away from hot men with accents and mustaches. I guess that explains why she hasn’t come barging in yet.”
His brows pinch. “I’m not following.”
“You don’t have an accent—not even some stereotypical Canadian one you hear in movies. If you were in California, I’d just assume you were born and raised there. So, from the looks of it, I’m in the clear.”
A dark chuckle rumbles in his chest. Pressing a soft kiss just below my ear, he whispers, “No estés tan segura, abayarde. Mi papá es puertorriqueno, así que mi mamá insistió que yo aprendiera espanol.”
I’ve been using a language app for a while to learn Spanish, but can only make out some of what he said—something about how his dad is Puerto Rican. I couldn’t focus on the words because it came out like a damn purr, sending a shiver down my limbs.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathe, a little dizzy from whatever the hell he said.
Jamie pulls back, a devilish grin splitting his face. “I guess Olivia should be beating down the door to come save you now.”
I bite my lip to hide my smile, then grip his tie, tugging him to me until his lips crash into mine. I’m so royally fucked. It’s as if I manifested this man into existence.
Gripping my ass, he pulls me flush with him, his hard length pressing against my center.
I wasn’t lying earlier—that thing won’t fit anywhere.
How am I going to sit through panels and roundtable discussions with Olivia tomorrow if I’m sore from my pussy being ruined by that baseball bat in his pants?
“Any hard limits?” he asks into my mouth. The question takes me by surprise, and I still. “Anything you’re not up for?”
Between kisses, I manage, “I’ll try anything once, but we need to use protection.”
“Then we’ll need a safe word, just in case.”
I shift back to ask, “What the hell do you have planned that would require a safe word?”
Wrapping my legs around his waist, he carries me over to one of the queen beds.
The bounce of his stride only makes the ache worse.
I haven’t claimed a bed as my own yet, so the one he’s dropped me on will officially be mine.
Olivia’s room is on the opposite wall, so I’m not worried about headboards knocking, but if one of us accidentally calls out the other’s name, or if I cry out a little too loudly, it’ll give us away.
I guess if she asks in the morning why she heard someone moaning, I can play it off as me enjoying a little self-care before Tracy and I are sharing a room.
Or I can simply tell the truth—that I met a sexy-as-fuck man downstairs—and just leave out his name. It wouldn’t be the first time.
His eyes don’t leave mine as he loosens his tie but doesn’t remove it.
As wicked smirk tilts his lips, my entire core clenches.
The rest of the week is going to be absolute torture if he dares smile at me like this again during the conference.
My clit will probably throb in some fucked-up Pavlovian response.
“Colors are easiest,” I finally offer. “Yellow: slow down. Red: stop.”
“Do you have condoms?”
“I do. In my bag.” I gesture to my suitcase that’s closed but unzipped on top of the luggage rack.
He makes his way over to it. Flicking it open, he spots them, then glances back at me with his adorable boyish grin.
I’m not the least bit embarrassed that I have my vibrator stashed beside the condoms and dental dams. My doctor insisted I be extra careful while going through IVF, but Jamie doesn’t seem like the kind of guy to be harboring a laundry list of STDs.
Still, I blurt my question, “When was the last time you were tested?”
He pulls out the box of dental dams, then muses, “When was the last time you were?”
It’s a fair question. “I’m…” Fuck, he might run if he knows, but I don’t want to lie. “I’m tested regularly because I’m doing IVF, so I need to ensure I’m safe.”
“IVF?” Jamie pauses, just for a moment. “You want to be a mother?”
“Well, that’s kind of the point of shoving a fertilized egg up my snatch,” I deadpan, but it earns me another smile.
“I just meant that it explains why you’re not drinking.”
“Look, you can walk out that door and I won’t hold it against you, but I’m ovulating so I’m horny as fuck right now and really need to come. I had to go in for my treatment the day before Livy and I left. So if you want to go—”
As he braces his hands on either side of my head, I squeak in surprise. Being caged in by a stranger isn’t my favorite pastime, but having him this close has my entire body lighting up like fireworks on Fourth of July.
After huffing a brief sigh, his perpetual grin doesn’t falter as he insists, “Stop. You don’t need to explain.
We’ll be safe. I can show you my most recent blood work if it makes you more comfortable.
Just say the word. I don’t care if you want to use condoms or dental dams, as long as I get to kiss you again. ”
What the hell is happening? I thought for sure he’d bail. In hopes of returning the light and fun mood, I taunt, “It isn’t as if that thick cock of yours would fit anywhere, so face sitting is all that’ll be happening tonight.”
“Oh, I’m sure it’ll fit. Do you trust me?”
I shouldn’t, but nod my head with a half-shrug. “Sort of. We don’t really know each other.”
As he leans in, his body becomes nearly flush with mine as he nips at my earlobe.
The little bite forces a moan from me as he asks, “If I can prove I’m safe, can I taste you without protection?
” I’m brought back to reality. The thought of his tongue on my clit with nothing between us has my entire core aching for it.
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours. ”
In an instant, he pushes off the bed and retrieves my purse, handing it to me expectantly.
I take it, then he pulls his phone from his pocket.
I watch him tap and swipe for a moment before I search in my bag for my own device.
Once I’ve located it, I toss my purse aside, then begin my search for my latest results, finding them a moment before he does.
We trade phones, examining the tests. I check the date to ensure it’s not some random photoshopped image saved under his photos.
He was tested a week ago, almost around the same time as I was, so I find myself wondering out loud. “Any new partners in the past week?”
“No. You?”
“No. So, condoms if you want to come in my pussy, but anywhere else is fair game.”
“If that’s the case, we’ll definitely make use of that massive stash you brought with you, because if I have any say in it, after you come all over my face, I’ll be coming inside your sweet cunt”—he moves over to the suitcase and checks the box—“forty times. Only forty? You do know there’s a storm coming and I can’t just run out and buy more. ”
“Why don’t we start with one and go from there?” I laugh. He needs to stop with the adorable quips or I’ll be so fucking screwed in the most unliteral sense. I can’t crush on a man who I’ll never see again after this week.
Jamie doesn’t reply, unfastening then tugging off my pants, nearly ripping them at the seams as he drags them and my underwear down my legs.
I should feel self-conscious being this exposed, but I don’t.
He grips the bottom of my shirt, pulling hard enough that the buttons go flying haphazardly throughout the space.
Tracy may find one on her pillow tomorrow and it’ll certainly be a fun story to tell.
While I was concerned about all of this before, there’s no way in hell I’ll retreat now.
Dipping his chin to his chest for a second, Jamie lets out a hearty laugh. “How many layers do you have on?”