Chapter Eight
JAMESON
“Shit. You’re here,” I heard a familiar voice say. “I’m sorry, I’ll leave.”
I was going to let her leave, but instead, I said, “I’ll leave.” I downed my drink without tearing my eyes from hers.
“Don’t. Don’t leave.”
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“I’m sure. We don’t even have to talk. I know I’m the last person you want to talk to.”
My jaw clenched. When I opened my eyes, she was refilling our glasses with the bottle I had on the table. She took her glass and downed the amber liquid.
“How much have you had to drink?”
She giggled. “Two beers with Kali and then two shots here.” She was pouring herself another.
Looking at her, I couldn’t help but think of the kiss we shared. And the fact that it spooked her. But I couldn’t keep living like this, seeing her every day and having feelings for her.
I braced myself for what I was about to tell her. “I’m going to need you to move out of my place.”
“Why? Because the rich prince didn’t get his way?” She laughed, and it pissed me off.
“No. It’s the fact that I have to see you every day, and every day I want to kiss you. And knowing I can’t because you don’t feel the same, it would be better to keep it business-like and only meet at work about work stuff only.
Her face straightened. “You think I don’t think about the kiss we shared? I am attracted to you, Jameson. But I’ve always prided myself on never getting involved with my clients. But you…”
“What Brielle? I what?” My face inched close to hers.
“I hate the fact that you make me feel things I haven’t in a long time.”
“Who cares what people think? We are two consenting adults.”
“We are,” she replied, finally looking at me.
“Hating you couldn’t be farther from the truth.”
She remained silent, and I decided to stand, and offered her my hand. “Let’s get you home before you drink yourself into oblivion.”
“I can hang with the best of them, Jameson.”
I chuckled. “I’m sure you can. Now come on.” I was still holding my hand out to her and she finally took it. Keeping her hand in mine, I led us through the bar, and outside where I could catch us a cab as I threw my arm in the air, flagging one down.
Brielle shivered in the cool air, I took my jacket off, putting it over her shoulders.
“Thanks.” She leaned into me, I put my arm around her shoulders, not understanding what this meant between us.
“What are you doing?” I asked once she lifted her leg so she could straddle me, right in this cab.
“What does it look like? I want you, Jameson.”
“You’re drunk.” Placing my hands on her waist, I moved her to sit next to me.
“I’m not drunk.”
“You’re slurring your words, you are drunk.”
“When has that ever stopped you?”
“That’s the thing, Brielle. I don’t sleep with anyone that isn’t thinking clearly. What kind of man do you think I am?”
When I didn’t get an answer, I looked over, and she was fast asleep. The cab pulled into my apartment building, giving him a hundred-dollar bill, I moved to her side to lift her out and carry her inside.
I managed to get her inside my apartment as I fumbled with my key and the doorknob. Carrying her down the hallway, I turned into the room she stayed in and placed her gently on the bed. I slipped her heels off then pulled a blanket over her. The thought of undressing her came to mind, but I wasn’t sure I could manage without looking at her smooth skin.
Back in the living room, in my pajama pants and no shirt, I sit at the piano and play the few notes I know. Walking to the kitchen, I get the coffee ready, and have Brielle’s green juice ready in the fridge, because she’s going to need it tomorrow to cure the hangover she’s going to have.
Sliding my back door open, the cool breeze wafts over me as I look out into the city, as it glittered with lights from down below from the shops and restaurants that are still open. Inhaling a deep, cool breath, I headed back inside, closing the sliding glass door behind me, then headed to bed.
***
In the morning, a loud bang woke me up. Looking around my room, I scrubbed my hands over my face and weaved them in my hair. I padded to the kitchen.
“How are you feeling?” I asked Brielle, watching her cook breakfast.
“I feel great. I told you I wasn’t drunk last night, and I wasn’t.” She smiled. “Want some juice?”
“Sure.”
She grabbed the orange juice from the fridge, and two glasses from the cupboard, then poured me a glass placing it in front of me. “Thanks for making the coffee and making the green juice. I didn’t think you knew how to make my juice.”
“I pay attention to certain things.”
Brielle almost seemed flirty. Is she flirting with me? I chuckled out loud.
“What?” she asked, still smiling as she leaned on the kitchen island.
I shook my head and took a drink of my juice. “Nothing.”
“Tell me.”
I leaned back against the stool I was sitting on. “You just confuse me is all.”
“Ah. How’s that?”
I shrugged. “Just seems like you are flirting with me, yet you tell me we can’t do anything about it.”
She had her back turned as she plated the eggs, and bacon. Then she placed a plate in front of me with the coffee, how I liked it.
“Maybe I am flirting with you. I don’t see the harm in that.”
That’s when I got off the stool, and she watched me stalk toward her.
“Wha…”
With one arm, I pulled her waist close, and before she could protest, my lips were on hers. “The food can wait, this can’t.”
At first, her body was tense, but she eventually relaxed against me. And she kissed me back, and when her lips parted, my tongue slipped in with hers.
My dick hardened and pressed into her stomach. “Fuck,” I managed to say once I pulled my lips from hers. “Either we stop now, or there is no going back, Brielle.” I was giving her one last chance to pull away, but with her doe-like eyes, she looked at my lips and crashed hers onto mine by standing on her tiptoes.
Pulling her up, her legs wrapped around my waist as I walked us to my bedroom, which wasn’t far. When her legs hit the edge of the bed, she laid back, but reached for the waistband of my pajama pants, freeing my hard cock. She only wore a nightshirt that was now hiked up to her waist.
Taking the nightshirt by the hem, I raised it above her head, and I took a long glance at her, really looking at her. “You’re so gorgeous.” Her tits were palm-sized and perky.
“Jameson,” she whimpered.
I smirked against her lips. “What do you need?”
“I need you inside me, right now.”
“Let me grab a condom.” I leaned over to grab one from my bedside drawer.
“I’m on the pill.”
I paused and looked at her. “Are you sure it’s okay?”
Biting down on her lip, she nodded. I couldn’t remember the last time I was bear with someone, but if I was doing it with anyone, it’d be Brielle.
My cock slid up and down her slit, and I could feel her juices coating the tip of my dick.
Her legs wrapped around my waist as I thrust inside her. “Oh!” she cried out as my cock filled her up.
After a few minutes, sweat began to bead on my forehead, so I rolled us over. “Ride me, I want to watch you.”
She smiled and began riding my cock. Her hands rested on my chest, and my hands explored her deep bronze skin as her hips rocked back and forth. Her pussy was bare and rubbing against me.
“Oh my god.” She rocked faster and harder.
“Yes. Come for me, Brielle.”
“Yes! Oh my god! Jameson!” The orgasm ricocheted through her body. Knowing how close I was, I stood and pulled her legs toward me so she was on the edge of the bed. My cock continued thrusting in and out as I watched her play with her tits which got me even harder, if that’s even possible.
“Fuck! Brielle!” I screamed out as an orgasm took over. I left every last drop of cum inside her.