Chapter 1
Chapter One
Jamieson
I sat at the bar with a scotch in my hand and thought about the flight back to Los Angeles tomorrow morning.
I had a million and one things to do when I got back, including a craniotomy on a sixteen-year-old girl with a Glioblastoma.
The bar was pretty crowded for a Wednesday night.
On one side of me sat a man who had just had a fight with his wife.
Unfortunately, I had to hear all about it.
On the other side of me sat a woman who was just fired from her job.
I had to hear all about that as well since she was so inebriated.
I tried to tune both people out by listening to the soft and subtle blues music that played throughout the place.
“Can I get one more?” I asked the bartender as I held my glass up.
One more drink, and then I’d head to my hotel, get some much-needed sleep, and head home in the morning.
Finally, the man sitting next to me got up and left, and the woman on the other side of me laid her head down on the bar and pretty much passed out.
I sighed as I got up from the bar stool, helped her up, and put her into a cab.
When I walked back in, I noticed a woman with long blonde hair sitting in my seat.
“Excuse me. I was sitting here,” I spoke.
“Oh. I’m sorry. I saw you leaving with that woman,” she spoke as her baby-blue eyes stared into mine.
“I was helping her into a cab. She had one too many.”
The attractive woman went to get up, and I stopped her.
“It’s fine. I’ll sit here,” I spoke as I took the stool next to her.
“So, you didn’t know that woman?” she asked.
“No.” I reached over and grabbed my scotch.
“That was very saintly of you to help her.” She grinned.
“Trust me. I’m far from being a saint.” I threw back my drink. “What are you drinking?”
“Gin and Tonic,” she spoke.
“May I buy you another one?”
“Sure.” She smiled. “If you’re buying me a drink, I should introduce myself. “I’m Grace.” She held out her slender hand.
“Nice to meet you, Grace. I’m Jamieson.” I lightly shook her hand. “Bartender, another Gin and Tonic for Grace here.”
“Coming right up.”
“I’m curious as to why a beautiful woman like you is sitting in a bar all by herself.” I smirked.
“It’s my last hoorah. Tomorrow, I’m starting a new life.”
“New life? Interesting. What’s wrong with your old life?”
“A lot.” She picked up her drink and took a sip. “How about you? Why is a handsome man like yourself sitting in a bar all alone?”
“This is my last night in New York. I’m here on business.”
She was beautiful, and my cock was starting to rise to the occasion. I’d had a bit of a dry spell lately and hadn’t had sex in about six weeks. Six weeks too long as far as I was concerned.
“If you’ll excuse me. I need to use the ladies' room. Will you save my seat?” she asked.
“Of course.”
I watched her walk across the bar and over to the hallway where the restrooms were located Short black dress, black heels, an hourglass figure, and long, lean legs.
My imagination ran wild with images of what was underneath that sexy dress.
With any luck, I’d find out soon enough.
A few moments later, she returned and sat beside me with a smile.
“Thanks for saving my seat.”
“I told you I would. You’re much better company than the last two people here.” I smirked.
“Thank you.” She held up her glass. “Here’s to your last night in New York.”
“And here’s to the last night of your old life.” I tipped my glass to hers.
I studied her. Her look, her body movement, and I hesitated for a moment.
“Want to get out of here?” I asked.
“And go where?” The corners of her mouth curved upwards.
“My hotel is right around the corner.”
“Are you married?” she asked.
“No.”
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
“Nope.” I shook my head.
“Then sure. Lead the way.”
I threw some cash on the bar, and we headed to my hotel.
Grace
Why the hell not? He was incredibly sexy with his short brown hair, a strong masculine jawline that sported the sexiest five o’clock shadow, and eyes that were gray with a hint of blue swirled within.
Not to mention his six-foot-three muscular body.
This was my last night in New York before I ventured off tomorrow to a new city and leave my old life behind.
Might as well have one last New York fling.
We walked around the block to the Mandarin Hotel.
“Impressive,” I spoke as we walked through the lobby to the elevators.
“Wait until you see the room.” He winked.
When the elevator doors shut, Jamieson placed his hand on my cheek and brought his lips to mine.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” he spoke.
“I’ve been wanting you to.” I grinned.
The elevator stopped on the thirty-eighth floor. We stepped out into the prestigious hallway where Jamieson held my hand and led me to his suite.
“What exactly do you do for a living?” I asked as we entered the room.
“Does it matter? It’s not like we’ll ever see each other again after tonight. I’m flying home, you’re starting a new life, so let’s just leave it at that,” he spoke as he placed his hands on each side of my face.
“Fine with me.”
Our lips collided, and our tongues met for the first time.
I was overly turned on by this man and my already soaked panties proved it.
He reached around and unzipped my dress, letting it fall to the ground, exposing my bare breasts.
My nipples hardened at his stare as his fingers lightly brushed against them.
His hand wrapped around my back and held me in place while his other hand dipped down the front of my panties, navigating its way to my wet and sensitive area.
“I love the fact that you’re so wet,” he whispered as his tongue stroked my neck.
“You turn me on. What can I say? My body is naturally reacting.”
“I know something else that will turn you on even more.”
He dipped his finger inside me, and I gasped.
The pleasure this man gave was intoxicating and erased the pain I’d felt over the past month.
My nails dug into the cotton of his shirt as he explored me, hitting my G-spot and sending me over the edge to a full-blown orgasm.
Arching my back with the tight grip he had around me, I threw my head back and felt like I’d died and gone to Heaven.
Shit. I’d never felt anything like it before. What the hell just happened?
“Damn, that was amazing.” He smiled.
My heart was pounding out of my chest as he lightly pushed me back on the bed.
Taking a step back, he quickly unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the floor.
I felt the vibrations below as I stared at his muscular arms, chest, and beautifully sculpted six-pack.
I waited in anticipation as he took down his pants that revealed his black boxer briefs.
“Come here,” I spoke.
He walked toward me as I sat on the edge of the bed. Hooking my fingers around the waistband of his briefs, I slowly took them down, releasing his large hard cock. I gulped at the perfection in front of me.
“Thank you,” I silently whispered.
Wrapping my fingers around his shaft, I moved it up and down. Moans of pleasure erupted from him as he tangled his fingers in my hair. I took him inside my mouth and sucked him like a lollipop. His grip on my hair tightened as he pushed my head down so I could take almost all of him in.
“Fuck,” he moaned. “Oh, God.”
He lifted my head and removed himself from me.
“I don’t want to come yet.” He panted as he pushed me on my back.
He bent down, his tongue made its way up my inner thigh, and he easily removed my panties. The wetness poured from me as excitement raged throughout my body. Not only did this man have magical hands, but he had a magical tongue that sent my body into another orgasm.
He stood up, grabbed his pants from the floor, and took a condom out of his wallet.
Tearing the package open with his mouth, he rolled the condom over his hard cock.
This was it. He was going in, and I was more than ready.
Hovering over me, his lips met mine, and he thrust inside me quickly but with ease.
Jamieson
The heat inside her was overwhelming as my cock was buried between her fiery walls.
The pleasure, the power, and the freedom I felt were indescribable.
There was something different about her than the other women I’d fucked, and I couldn’t explain it.
This total stranger. This beautiful stranger held me captive in her hold as I thrust in and out of her.
Her sexual moans graced the room and turned me on even more, which I thought was impossible.
Her body was perfect, just like I imagined back at the bar.
I gave a few more thrusts and then pulled out and flipped her on her stomach.
Entering her from behind, I sat up and grabbed hold of her tight ass while my cock took pleasure.
Between both of our moans, I was sure the people in the next room could hear, but I didn’t care.
This was the best sex I’d had in a very long time, and I didn’t want it to end.
I pulled out and flipped her on her back, taking her perfect C-cup natural breasts in my mouth while I thrust in and out of her again with long smooth strokes.
I sat her up and wrapped my arms around her as her legs wrapped tightly around my waist. We both moved simultaneously, slowly and with ease.
She wanted to make this last as much as I did.
“Come with me,” I whispered as I pulled out of her.
“Where?”
I gave her a smile as I grabbed her hand, helped her from the bed, and led her over to the large window that overlooked the brightly lit city.
“Jamieson.”
“Don’t worry. Nobody can see us up here.”
I pushed her up against the glass and held her hands with mine against it.
My body pressed into hers as my cock found its way inside her.
I stared at the reflection of us through the window while I fucked her.
My fingers interlaced with hers as I felt her tighten around me, and the rush of warmth coated me.
I moved in and out of her like an animal as the pressure increased, and my cock exploded, leaving me breathless with an out-of-control heart rate.
I dropped my head to her shoulder as I tried to regain my breath.
She unhooked one of our hands and brought it around to the back of my neck, softly stroking it with her delicate fingers.
I pulled out and went straight to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
“Are you sure nobody saw us?” she asked as she put on her panties.
“And so what if they did?” I smirked.
She picked up her dress and slipped it on, asking me to zip it up for her.
“You don’t have to leave,” I spoke.
“Actually, I do. It’s eleven forty-five. It’ll be tomorrow and the start of my new life in fifteen minutes. I can’t start it in a hotel room with a stranger.”
“I guess not,” I spoke with disappointment, hoping we could have sex again one more time before I left. “Good luck with your new life.”
“Thank you.” She smiled as she kissed my cheek. “Have a safe flight home.” She placed her hand on my bare chest.
“Thanks.”
She grabbed her purse from the table and headed toward the door.
“Hey, for what it’s worth, I kind of get that whole saint vibe from you.”
I chuckled as she opened the door and walked out.