38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Jillian has to be talking about me, and not some dickwad in her office. If she wanted to bang a guy at the D.A.’s office, she would have done so by now.
I’m the one who’s off-limits.
This app game was a way to fuck her so she wouldn’t fuck someone else.
Spying on how she feels about me feels off. If I wanted to know what she thinks of my looks I’d just ask her.
I bet she’d lie to my face, but to Johnny she opens up.
This twist is brilliant, though. Get her to sleep with the real me, to enrage Johnny, so he—I—get to throat fuck her. I’m hard just thinking about it.
These fantasies are hers, but I sense she’s skittish to act on them. I can help her.
Me: Do it. Fuck him.
Gemma7: I have to think about it. I don’t want to screw up this project we’re working on. We have to meet regularly.
So it is me.
The only project I’m working on is getting into this woman’s cunt. As me. Let her lose herself with me.
Me: Men are good with boundaries. I’m sure he just wants to fuck you and get it out of his system.
Gemma7: That’s an insult. Why wouldn’t he want something serious with me?
Me: Has he asked you out on a date?
Gemma7: Fine.
I pop over to look at the camera I planted in her apartment. She’s sucking down wine.
Fuck. My heart pinches, and it’s foreign to feel any movement in my body that’s not my cock twitching or spitting rage.
Me: Gemma7…
Gemma7: Yeah?
Me: I’m sure he wants something real with you. How can he not?
Gemma7: He asks to sleep with me whenever we’re together. He says, I’m his.
I guffaw loudly. That’s right bad girl, piss me off and put me in my place.
Me: So why aren’t you his?
Gemma7: I told you, I’m working with him. Plus, I don’t want to mess up my chance for a promotion.
There is no way she’s getting that promotion. Daniel Vance is a sleazeball.
She’s mine. And when this is done, she’s coming back to New York with me.
Me: Where and when will you sleep with him?
Gemma7: I see him tomorrow. He’s got a villa on the strip.
Does she know that if a stranger came here to fuck with me, he’d be leaving in a body bag? But a more troublesome thought takes shape. Would she give my address to a stranger?
I need to test her …
Me: Where?
Gemma7: I’d rather not say.
“Good girl, sparkles.”
Gemma7: What if he and I go to lunch and we get busy in the bathroom? I can video it.
Me: No. I want to see it live.
I can’t bear her coming up with any other ideas I’ll love. Trysts that won’t ever happen.
Me: Do it. I’ll find you.
Gemma7: Have you been…following me?
Me: No comment. If this man wants to fuck you, he won’t care where. He’ll just want to grind against you.
Gemma7: Then what?
Me: I’ll be there. Watching. Anger pulsing through my body.
Gemma7: Are you going to hurt me?
Me: Do you want me to hurt you?
Gemma7: No.
Me: Then I won’t. I will never hurt you, Gemma7.
Gemma7: You made me nervous the other night.
She fucking finally brings it up.
Me: That was my plan. I was role playing with you. Did you enjoy it?
Gemma7: Until you left me naked on the side of the road.
Me: Cuddles and aftercare isn’t my thing.
For once I see a clear delineation between Johnny and the real me. I want to aftercare her to death.
Gemma7: What about you?
Me: What about me?
Gemma7: Can I hurt you? I mean, beyond sleeping with…you know.
Me: As far as real pain?
Gemma7: Yeah.
Me: Like sadism?
Gemma7: Would a dildo in your ass count?
I drop my fucking phone.
Pacing my bedroom, I let out a roar. “Where in the hell is she getting this from?”
Her book club.
Against my will, a visual of something I heard months ago about Priscilla pegging Riordan screams back into my brain, but I shake that image away.
Me: That’s not happening. I’d rather use it on you. How is your vibrator?
Gemma7: Dead.
Me: You fucked it so hard you killed the poor thing?
Gemma7: LOL. You’re funny.
Me: I try. Why is your vibrator dead?
Gemma7: The batteries are missing.
Odd how she doesn’t find that suspicious.
Me: And?
Gemma7: I assume my forbidden man stole them.
I freeze. Does she really know it was me? Fuck, she’s on to me.
Yet she has no idea I’ve fucked with her app.
Okay, down this wormhole we go…
Me: The guy you’re working with, who you’re going to fuck to get me jealous? You think he broke into your apartment to steal your vibrator batteries?
Gemma7: He’s a little…stalkerish.
She is strangely calm about this.
Me: That doesn’t bother you?
Gemma7: He’s not going to hurt me. He’s being a jerk. Thinking if I can’t get off with my vibrator, I’ll beg him to fuck me.
Damn, she’s got me pegged.
Shite, no pun, Riordan. I make a note to gently ask him how that felt when I see him again.
Me: Without the batteries, you couldn’t get off?
Gemma7: No. I made use of my hands, and OMG…
My trick backfired.
Me: Good?
Gemma7: Your hands and cock were way better (heart emoji)
Was I better with her as Johnny? I was trying to be rough and teach her a lesson about taking risks.
Fuck, I can see how this will get complicated.
Me: Fuck, Gemma, I’m all hot and bothered now. Sadly, I’ll have to take care of it by myself.
But unbeknownst to her, I’ll beat off watching her beat off, which I know she’ll do as soon as we get off this fucking app.
Me: Let me know when you and your mystery man plan to get busy.
Closing out of the app, I feel more power over this situation. And fuck, this cat and mouse game with Jillian will make the sex so much fucking hotter. She wants to fuck me, to get Johnny—also me—to throat fuck her.
I couldn’t ask for a better string of events in my future.