8. Jensen
Chapter 8
Jensen
A s the retreat slipped into the third week of June, Jensen knew two things: he wanted more time in paradise, and Daisy had been avoiding him ever since the volleyball game.
The sunscreen move might've been too much for such a public setting. Maybe his vindictive streak went too far in wanting to show Easton and Delaney what they lost.
Maybe it was all speculation, and Daisy avoided him because of whatever she, Kagami, and Sandra whispered about with him a few feet away. His role at the company never kept him out of the room where things happened. He didn't like to be left out.
Without a moment alone to corner Daisy for some much-needed clarity, Jensen waited in the dark, stuck with guessing to fill the uncertainty.
Despite his murky thoughts, Jensen mustered a polite smile for the gaggle of older ladies holding the door to the Bluff Building and grabbed the door from them. “Thank you, ladies. Have a lovely evening.”
“You too, young man.” One of them, old enough to be his grandmother, flashed him a toothy smile and fluttered her dark lashes. Her companions giggled like schoolgirls as they shuffled down the ramp, but their whispers were a little loud. “If I were twenty years younger, I’d make him my fourth husband.”
Jensen swallowed a laugh at the affronted gasps and a lone “Frances behave” from her gaggle of friends. Never change, Frances.
He strolled down the empty hallway toward the suite, comforted by the quiet after spending all day in Hayley and Piper's clutches. Yes, he loved his sisters with all his heart, but not when Hayley suggested that he ask out every cute girl they spotted while in town.
Piper diverted the conversation by letting Hayley pick a few outfits for her. Piper hated trying on clothes. So, Jensen bought the charm bracelet she'd been eyeing at one of the stores afterward, his way of thanking her for throwing herself onto the grenade. He appreciated Hayley's intentions, but jumping into the dating pool would be premature.
Hooking up with a certain blonde, on the other hand, felt different.
As he entered the suite, he paused in the doorway when confronted by the kitchen light. His gaze wandered over to the kitchenette's counter, and there, dressed in a pair of denim shorts and a tank top, Daisy stood.
Daisy’s back faced him, utterly unaware of his presence. While Jensen’s eyes first landed on her ass, awestruck with how the shorts molded to her figure like someone painted the fabric straight onto her skin, his attention moved upward. The tangled cord of her earbuds swayed whenever she shifted her stance, mimicking her high ponytail doing the same. Her hands frantically scribbled something onto a legal notepad, occupied so entirely by it.
Jensen shut the door behind him. Even with the loud click of the lock, Daisy’s focus never wavered.
Jensen took another step forward, testing the waters. Despite each step bringing him closer to her personal space, Daisy hadn’t noticed his arrival. How could she when her music played loud enough to slip from her earbuds?
Jensen strained to look at the legal pad from over her shoulder but found himself at the mercy of Daisy’s shorthand. The gentle slopes of her printed letters jumped out at him. Yet, the meaning of the sentences strung together meant nothing, with symbols tossed between every few words.
So, he hooked a finger around the earbuds, pulling one out. “We need to talk.”
“Fuck!” Daisy yelped. Jensen watched her clear the ground, nearly jumping out of her skin. Her hands flipped the notepad face down and slapped on top of it, shielding what she wrote from view. She yanked out the other earbud, breathing hard. “Don’t sneak up on me like that! You’re lucky I didn’t hit you.”
"Oh, please. You screamed like a little girl," Jensen snorted, craning his neck to look past her. His hand skimmed along her hip, reaching for the tiled counter where the legal pad remained face down. “What’s got you so distracted?”
“None of your business.”
“Mmm, feisty today. Is this 'none of my business' why you've been avoiding me? Or why you, Sandra, and Kagami were gossiping by the pool the other day?"
Jensen's hand splayed across the legal pad, watching Daisy's eyes catch fire under the kitchen lights. She gritted her teeth. "We weren't gossiping."
“Conspiring, then? Regardless, that’s why you’ve been dodging me. Or maybe seeing me win so much at volleyball reminded you too much of what awaits you when we get back to work. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Jensen scrunched his fingers while Daisy tightened her grip on the notepad.
"Scare me?" Daisy scoffed. The harsh sound echoed off their suite's walls, but the venom got Jensen's heart racing. After that afternoon, he craved something bittersweet, and Daisy knew how to give him what he wanted. “You don’t scare me.”
“Is that so?” Jensen clicked his tongue, falling into a smirk. “Then, what’s this?”
Without giving her a second to breathe, Jensen jerked his hand back. Daisy’s grip on the legal pad slackened. With enough pull, Jensen snatched the notepad into his hands. He angled away from her and tried to read.
Daisy gasped right before she lunged for the notepad in his hands. "Give it back, you asshole! You wouldn't be able to read it anyway."
“Tell me what it is, then.” Jensen hardly moved out of Daisy’s way while she tried to grab the paper, holding her back with a forearm settled against her chest. He turned his head away to read, confronted by more shorthand. “It’s that simple.”
“In your dreams. Give it.”
“Aww, you're cute when you're pissed off.”
“Jensen,” Daisy snarled.
“Daisy,” Jensen echoed. “See, I can play the name game too.”
By then, Jensen angled his arm backward to hold the legal pad above their heads. Jensen stood barely two inches taller than her, but he intended to use those two inches to his advantage.
He attempted to read her notes a few more times, constantly interrupted by the flash of her hands over the paper. Jensen's head turned toward Daisy's with a grin, finding himself on the receiving end of her razor-sharp glare. If looks could kill. . .
However, something dark and almost sinister flashed across Daisy’s eyes, turning them into that tempting shade of whiskey. Jensen kept the legal pad over his head, but the rest of him froze under her gaze.
It made it all too easy for Daisy to cross into his personal space and crash her lips to his, bringing all his thoughts to a grinding halt. Her hands slithered up his chest, agonizingly slow compared to the heated rush from last time.
When Daisy broke the kiss, Jensen's throat bobbed hard, finding himself at a loss for everything. Her hand snatched the legal pad from him. Her once-angry face brightened as victory crowned her triumphant.
She slapped the legal pad onto the counter, face down again. She laid her hand on top of it, breathing hard as she laughed. “I haven’t used that trick since I was fourteen. Aren’t you special?”
Daisy’s eyes flicked over him with a newfound curiosity swirling in those rich, whiskey-colored irises. Her tongue darted over her lower lip to swipe over the newly smudged lipstick, a dark berry shade instead of her trademark red.
That cracked Jensen’s resolve.
One of Jensen’s hands curled around Daisy’s throat, pulling her back into him until their mouths met. Her kiss danced along a playful edge and caught him off-guard, intended to confuse. His kiss strove to bring the room down around them, filled with every curious thought haunting him since they last touched. He sought clarity in her.
His tongue swiped along her lower lip, begging for entrance. Daisy’s mouth parted wider for him, but the pathetic, pleading moan following it electrified Jensen’s ego. His fingers didn’t let her go too far when his mouth broke the embrace.
“God, you’re insufferable,” he murmured into her mouth, beginning and ending the exasperated statement with a searing, hungry kiss. Oh, how badly she made him crave her.
"You say that," Daisy half-laughed, half-panted against Jensen's lips, but her voice trembled when Jensen's free hand dipped into the waistband of her shorts. "But I knew you'd come back for more."
“Oh yeah?”
“Everyone does. I’m irresistible.”
“You could’ve asked me if you wanted me so bad.”
“Please. I don’t beg men for their attention. That’s beneath me.”
Jensen would’ve rolled his eyes if Daisy’s mouth hadn’t tucked into the crook of his neck, leaving a feisty little bite against his pulse point. He was in for a world of trouble if she kept at it, but his hands forgot everything except how to hold Daisy.
They finally reached their breaking point.
Jensen’s hands kept Daisy unbearably close, restraining himself from kissing every snarky comment off her tongue while his fingers slid the button to her shorts open. A quiet moan of his name slid out from her.
“How about we forget about the paper for the rest of the night? We can fight about it in the morning,” Jensen murmured. When he glanced down, he found Daisy’s darkened gaze peering up at him.
“You drive a hard bargain,” Daisy replied, but the tremble of her voice told Jensen where she stood. Without sparing a glance, Daisy shoved the legal pad across the kitchenette’s counter before Jensen settled her in its place. “I’ll give you hell in the morning.”
“Deal.” Jensen’s mouth collided with hers; his hands found ways to stay busy while Daisy kissed him back. The hem of her tank top rode up, exposing a flash of Daisy’s toned midriff and giving Jensen all the flashbacks to the bikini that haunted his waking moments.
Jensen broke away from the kiss first. Although Daisy’s lips chased after his for a split second, she relaxed as his mouth peppered sloppy kisses along her neck and the tiny sliver of her collarbone.
Jensen had been tangled in Daisy's embrace once before and in her presence numerous times, swearing he knew every piece of her. However, that evening, her body smelled of her favorite perfume, stronger than he could ever remember. He caught small whiffs of the scent before, but nothing like how it radiated off her.
Basking in the dark and seductive aroma, Daisy smelled of black cherries on a heady spice and floral base, too good not to taste. The image of Daisy laid across his sheets, naked and legs spread wide for him, flashed across his head, threatening to get him drunk faster than knocking back several shots.
Jensen’s hands roamed down her back with a mission, but as he dipped right below her waist, where the hemline of her tank top rode up, insistent knocking against the front door interrupted the heated moment.
He glanced toward the door but stayed silent, not calling out to whoever stood on the other side. Daisy's hands sliding along his shoulders almost pulled his attention back to her, and he chalked the knocking up to a mistaken room or something.
“Were you expecting someone?” Jensen asked.
“No. Were you?” Daisy cleared her throat. She tried to slide off the counter, but Jensen’s hands held her firm, waiting for the knocking to either stop or the knocker to identify themselves.
“Jensen? Are you in there?” Delaney’s voice shouted from the other side of the door, followed by several loud slams of her fist. In not his proudest moment, Jensen froze like a teenager caught red-handed while the knocking continued. “Look, I know you’re mad at me. But I need to talk with you!”
A gentle hand tipped his face away from the door, dragging his focus away from Delaney outside. Jensen peered up at Daisy, whose face flickered between warring emotions. Her eyes darkened from anger’s looming shadow, but her mouth pulled into a taut, teasing smirk.
"Ignore her," Daisy commanded.
Jensen nodded; he shuffled closer to the counter, fully prepared to dive back into Daisy. Yet, the third round of knocking from Delaney interrupted him each time he leaned closer.
His jaw clenched. “Go to my room. I’ll be there as soon as I handle Delaney."
Daisy sighed, sounding as exasperated as he felt, but she slid from the counter. She snatched her phone and raced across the suite in a blur of sandy blonde hair. Jensen waited for the sliding door to his bedroom to close with Daisy hidden inside before heading toward the door.
Jensen yanked the front door open, leaning in the frame to Delaney’s startled expression. His scowl must’ve been evident from how she shrunk away from him, smart enough to look sheepish.
“What do you want, Del?”
“No ‘hello, How’ve you been’?”
“Where’s your boyfriend? Heard you and Easton have been joined at the hip since the start of the month.”
Delaney’s brows knit at his hardened tone, shuffling in her spot. “Jensen, come on. This is already really hard for me.”
“Then say what you came to say and leave me alone,” Jensen snapped. Delaney winced at his harshness, but Jensen refused to feel guilty. Why should he?
"I'm here to say sorry for cheating and for how you found out. I didn't give you a good explanation, and I—" Delaney said, but Jensen couldn't bring himself to let her finish.
“Oh, now you want to explain yourself and apologize?” Jensen scoffed, pushing himself off the door frame. “Wasn’t the time for that over a month ago? You know, when I caught you screwing some other guy. If I remember correctly, you used your chance to say that you loved him, and the cheating was essentially my fault.”
As his voice carried down the hallway, loud enough for the neighbors to hear, Delaney’s ‘apologetic’ expression faded under a red flush. She shushed him. “Hear me out, please. I’m begging here.”
"Fine. Talk," Jensen barked, but his phone buzzing inside his pocket diverted his attention. At first, one chime seemed like a message he could attend to once he cooled off.
But then, two more followed in rapid succession.
"I'm so sorry that I hurt you. I'm so sorry that I cheated on you, especially with someone at the company. That reflects badly on you as much as me, and that was messed up," Delaney said. Somehow, every word sounded like a poorly written Notes app apology or the kind of reluctant statement a guilty elementary schooler would write as a punishment.
Instead of a response, Jensen grunted for her to continue. He pulled out his phone and opened his messages, finding several from Daisy. He clicked their chat, not sure what to expect.
DAISY: Let’s play a game.
DAISY: *1 attachment*
DAISY: Each minute you entertain her pathetic sob story, I lose a piece of clothing. Maybe the fun will be over by the time she finishes.
The picture of Daisy showed her reflection in his bedroom mirror, but she held her newly discarded tank top above her head. A thin, strappy bra with barely enough fabric to hide her hardened nipples, and her shorts remained on.
Jensen’s throat swelled from the lump of desire pressing down on him. He heard Delaney sniffle behind his phone, so he glanced up enough to see her eyes watering, lips trembling and all.
He held back a grimace while Delaney wrapped her arms around herself, performing for an imaginary audience. Meanwhile, Jensen swore his hands clenched into fists so hard when his phone buzzed again. A minute already?
DAISY: *1 attachment*
As Daisy promised, her second picture showed those damn shorts puddled on the floor with the tank top, leaving her progressively more naked. She posed for the camera in her bra and panties, bending over his bed with her back arched.
JENSEN: You’re killing me.
Despite his phone in his hand and his attention clearly elsewhere, Delaney continued to blubber in circles. Jensen swore he heard “I’m sorry” at least three times in a single breath, but maybe it was more after tuning out the rest.
The old him would feel bad, but at that moment, fighting the insatiable urge to pounce on Daisy in the other room, shoved any guilt far away from him.
Jensen dropped the phone enough while Delaney dabbed at her eyes, still light on the waterworks despite the cry in her voice. He tried to inch back, but when Delaney moved closer, he stopped.
“I know you deserved to be broken up with first, but I felt so trapped. The way Daisy managed to invade every aspect of our lives pushed me too far. Still, I messed up.” Delaney paused, looking at him expectantly. Jensen stammered, but any reply died when his phone buzzed again.
He abandoned any illusion of decorum to check the chat, finding himself at the mercy of another Daisy image. That time, however, he saw her loosened bra falling just short of flashing him.
DAISY: *1 attachment*
DAISY: If you’re busy, I can look for someone else to pay undivided attention to me.
God, her mouth would be the death of his patience.
“I don’t want your apology anymore, Del. You should move on and leave me alone. I already have,” Jensen said, grabbing the door in his hands. Before Delaney could protest or stop him, he shut the door and switched over the lock.
Like fire nipped at his heels, Jensen sprinted for his bedroom. Along the way, he yanked his shirt over his head and discarded it somewhere as he threw the doors open, finding Daisy waiting for him.
Her bra, tank top, and short shorts sat in a pile by the mirror while she lounged in front of it. Her fingers toyed with the elastic band of her dark blue panties, even as she caught Jensen’s eyes in the glass’ reflection.
“What took you so long?” she teased, striking a seductive pop of her hip while peeling the panties away from her body. Daisy’s fingers didn’t discard them, waiting for him. Jensen dragged the door closed, chest heaving.
“Bed. Now,” Jensen demanded, but Daisy stayed in her spot. Still smirking like the devil of his dreams, her posture and the gleam in her eyes screamed for him to give her one good reason to obey.
"Aw, that's cute," Daisy laughed, which didn't help the throb in his pants. If he popped an erection every time she mouthed off to him, he would be in some serious trouble when they returned to work. “Make me.”
Jensen strode toward her, grabbing her face between his hands. He backed her into the mirror until her bare skin pressed against the cold glass, eliciting a gasp out of her right before he cut her off with his mouth.
His kiss devoured any resistance from Daisy. His touch made her body malleable, but Jensen refused to ease up.
She wanted to be mouthy with him? He’d turn that snarky commentary into begging for him to pound her into the mattress.
Daisy kissed him back. Yet, unlike their first time, she didn't wrestle for control; Jensen had her wrapped around his finger. His hands slid down her neck, caressing her breasts, and traveled to her hips.
He lifted her off the ground, and Daisy's legs wrapped around his waist; she caught the memo he whispered when his tongue brushed against her lower lip. The two ambled toward his bed, where Jensen laid her flat out.
Daisy propped up on her elbows, wiping her mouth and panting hard. She ran her eyes over his bare chest when Jensen approached, hands running up her thighs.
He hummed, hooking his fingers into her panties. “Hips up,” Jensen rasped. Daisy’s hips arched off the bed, helping ease her panties off her body. Jensen tossed the panties to the side. “So, you can follow instructions.”
Daisy pulled a scowl, but it dropped when Jensen nudged her higher on the bed, pressing his stomach onto the edge of the bed. He hooked his arms around her thighs and spread her legs to rest comfortably on his broad shoulders.
His mouth settled at her navel and trailed downward, moving wantonly in a loose pattern. Jensen’s eyes held hers, refusing to break eye contact even as his nose brushed against the soft cropping of hair a shade darker than Daisy’s blonde tresses.
Jensen’s arms tightened around her thighs and bent Daisy’s legs wider, seeing her pretty pussy. His tongue flicked over Daisy’s clit, causing the sharp arch of her back off the bed.
A single taste was all it took for Jensen to be hit by the sweetness of Daisy against his tongue. Part of him wanted to bury his face into her legs until he suffocated; Daisy would probably like that outcome since she'd have an orgasm and the CEO position uncontested.
He swirled around her clit slower than the first time, applying pressure with the flat of his tongue. Jensen couldn’t tear his eyes away from Daisy’s as she watched him lap at her pussy, teasing instead of diving into her.
“Jensen,” Daisy’s voice weakly stammered. Her eyes fought valiantly to stay open while his tongue continued teasing the sensitive nub. Her hand threaded into his hair and gripped hard, tugging a little. “I’m not into edging.”
“Well, then hold on tight, Your Highness,” Jensen chuckled. Then, he wrapped his lips around her pussy. Suckling hard, his mouth went to work. The loud, sloppy noises from eating Daisy out filled his ears, but her moaning eclipsed them and the thundering of his heart.
Jensen’s tongue slid from her clit to her entrance, dripping with her sweet arousal. From agonizingly slow, his pace intensified whenever Daisy’s hands gripped tighter into his hair and pushed his face deeper into her pussy.
Fuck yes.
Jensen’s gaze trailed upward to watch Daisy’s pink cheeks darken while he lapped at her slick-covered folds. He moved his mouth back a little, greeted by a protesting huff. But he waited for Daisy’s eyes to open before he dropped a stream of spit against her clit.
“Jensen.” Daisy’s thighs trembled when Jensen’s spit dripped to mix with her slick, sliding into her entrance.
Jensen leaned in and, with his tongue, he cleaned his spit out of her. He swallowed the taste of them together with a quiet groan before wrapping his mouth around her pussy again. He ate in renewed vigor, losing himself in Daisy’s moans and the quivering of her body.
Time could’ve passed quickly or slowly, yet the gradual tension of Daisy’s body and the shrill edge to her moaning announced the arrival of her orgasm. Jensen cracked one eye open, taking Daisy in.
Her back arched off the bed, and her hands held his face close, but her lips moved in incoherent pleading. She begged for the release, praying at the altar of his mercy. She was on her best behavior when she wanted him to make her come.
Jensen kept his eyes open while he sucked and licked until her climax hit. Daisy's body trembled, racked with her orgasm, but Jensen continued to tend to her. His tongue swirled over her clit, and each lap cleaned Daisy up from her messy arousal.
Finishing once Daisy’s body stilled, Jensen lifted his head from between her legs. He leaned forward, sitting Daisy up. “Ladies’ choice. Want me from behind or face-to-face?”
“What a gentleman.” Daisy rolled onto her stomach, grabbing one of his pillows to tuck underneath her chin. “From behind.”
"I didn't want you getting all impatient with me again," Jensen whistled, discarding his pants and boxers at the foot of the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight as he climbed onto the bed.
He leaned over to the bedside table, grabbing a foil from inside. He tore open the packaging with his teeth, rolling the rubber over his throbbing cock to the smear of pre-cum.
As he rubbed himself along her entrance, Daisy’s head popped up. “Impatient? More like I was rescuing you from Delaney before she started with the waterworks. I heard her entire apology. It sucked.”
"Funny." Jensen entered her Daisy to her muffled moan, buried into the pillow she grabbed. He grasped at her hips until he bottomed out, filling her tight pussy with his cock. “I tuned her out after a while because of your little photo stunt. So, should this be a punishment or a reward?”
"Do your worst," Daisy said.
Jensen's hands gently turned her face, tilting her to look at their naked bodies in the mirror instead of letting Daisy hide her face in the pillow. He chuckled and rolled his hips, thrusting hard and rough.
“Then, you should enjoy the mess I’m about to make of you. . . again.”