32. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Tuesday…
No Jillian
Wednesday…
No Jillian
Other than watching her in her condo, which is getting pretty fucking boring, compared to the real thing. I miss smelling her skin, and getting hard as she bites her lip when I talk dirty to her.
By Thursday I’m a ravenous lunatic.
I spent the past two days paying visits to casino bosses to smooth over my brother’s violations by paying them off. Any O’Rourke on a ban list is bad for our image.
The state-of-the-art gym in Darragh’s building sees the punishing side of me, and I push my limits to sweat and burn muscle.
The way Jillian looks at me, her eyes moving over every ridged ab and curve feels like I’m getting blown.
I’ve not had her mouth on me yet, and that needs to happen soon.
My phone buzzes and growls swirl in my chest, pulling me from my thoughts. It’s a message to the City Sinners App.
Gemma7: Free tonight? Ten p.m.
I’m fucking giddy. What the hell is happening to me? I feel like a thirteen-year-old boy finding out from his friends that his girlfriend is going to let him feel her up. The scorching electricity seizes my soul.
Teasing her and yes, punishing her, I wait to answer until I get into the villa.
Sweat drips from my face, as well as every other inch of me.
Gemma7: Johnny?
Smiling, I take a shower, torturing her the way she tortures me.
Before answering, I peek at the camera. My heart aches. She’s sitting on her bed with her head in those dainty hands, staring at the phone.
“Oh, no sparkles. I’m sorry.” I immediately sign into the app and respond.
Me: Fucking on a Thursday night? Cool. Can’t wait… Just tell me where.