Chapter Twelve
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“We’re here,” I heard Jameson whisper as he pulled my hair away from my face.
“I fell asleep?”
The plane had apparently landed, and I didn’t even feel it.
“Out like a light,” he chuckled. “Let’s head out.”
A car was already waiting as our bags were being loaded into the trunk. I trusted Jameson with everything I had, and flying was actually a breeze as he kept my mind off of it.
The car door was opened and ready for us to get in. Jameson motioned with his hand for me to go ahead inside. The car smelled like fresh leather, and I inhaled the scent.
“What are you doing?” Jameson asked.
“I love the smell of leather.”
“Oh yes. I love the smell as well.”
“Makes cars smell new. How long until we get there?”
“It’s only ten miles from here.”
“How long did I sleep?”
“A couple hours.”
“Sorry about that.”
“Don’t apologize for sleeping. It was fine. I got to do some work on the laptop.”
I reared my head back. “You? Work?”
He cocked his head at me. “Very funny.”
Ten miles passed by in a blur because the car turned off onto a private road.
“We’re here,” Jameson said. Once the car stopped, Jameson exited the car and took my hand in his.
“Where?”
“Lake Tahoe. Ever been?”
“No.”
That’s when I saw it. “Holy shit. Is this yours?” I asked about the mansion sized house before me.
“It’s a friend’s, he is letting me borrow it.”
“You sure know how to impress a girl.” I smirked and the grand door was opened by a dark-haired woman.
“Merinda,” Jameson greeted her while he still held my hand.
I leaned into Jameson. “There’s staff here too?”
“Yes. Your friend must be really really rich.”
“I am.” I heard a man’s voice say as he came over to greet us. “Jameson, it’s so good to see you again.” They did a one-shoulder hug. “Who’s this?”
“Ah. This is Brielle Delaney.”
“I’m Chris.” He reached out to shake mine.
“It’s nice to meet you.” I looked to Jameson. “How do you two know each other?”
“I was an intern at Titan Enterprises when I was just eighteen years old,” Chris told me.
“Oh, okay. Well, you have a lovely home here. I’m in awe of it.”
He smiled. “Come on, I’ll show you around.”
Jameson reached over and clasped my hand in his, this gesture made me feel safe. When I looked up at him, he winked at me.
As we walked around, I looked around in astonishment. Loving the high ceiling and the large wall-height windows. Granted, I was no stranger to working with rich and famous people, but this house was a statement for sure.
“This house is over sixteen thousand square feet, on a little over five acres of land. If you look out, I have five hundred and twenty-five feet of the lakefront.”
“I’ve seen my share of huge houses, but this, wow. I’ve been in one this big. I just can’t fathom it. But I guess when you’re rich, you can afford just about anything.” I grinned, looking up at him. Chris was poised and very handsome. Chris’s beard and mustache was short, closer to the skin, resembling a three-day-old beard. He had sandy blonde hair and green eyes, and he was in shape. It was noticeable he took care of himself. But I didn’t see a woman around, I didn’t know if he was married or not.
We entered the bathroom, and I was in awe. The jacuzzi tub had large pillars on each side of it. “I could live in here.”
“Come on, there’s more.”
We walked back to the living space, and I watched as Chris retracted the doors revealing a large deck that had a fireplace, and a huge bar area, with outdoor furniture. When I looked over the edge, I was looking at the lake below.
“I’m going to stay in the guest house,” Chris mentioned.
“Guest house?”
Chris laughed and motioned for me to follow him. “That’s the cable lift that takes you all the way to the guest house.”
“You have a cable lift?”
“Yeah.” He chuckled at my amazement. “I’d like to extend a dinner invitation this tomorrow evening if you both are up to it.”
I looked at Jameson for him to answer, and when he looked at me, he told Chris, “We’d love to.”
“Great. I’ll let you both get settled in. And see you at eight tomorrow night. I’ll have my chefs cook something here. Have a good night.”
“Night. It was nice meeting you.”
“You too, Brielle. Jameson.” He smiled and walked toward the kitchen.
“How about we shower and get into something comfortable?” he asked, breaking the silence.
“Sounds great. I’m dying to get out of this dress.”
“Is Chris married?”
Jameson laughed. “You know how you think I’m a man whore?” He didn’t wait for my answer when he said, “Chris is three times worse than me. Honestly, I’m surprised he doesn’t have three women here.”
“Damn.”
“I’m not like that anymore though.”
I followed as he led the way back to the bathroom because there was no way I could memorize where everything was, that would take a couple of times of walking around.
Inside the bathroom, Jameson’s fingertips grazed the straps of my dress, and they fell to my elbows. Unzipping the side, I let it fall in a heap. I helped Jameson out of his dress clothes. It was funny we were still dressed for the gala.
Jameson moved to get the shower going. When he turned a knob, the color changed to a reddish hue, and I noticed the etching on the glass windows were glow in the dark which was crazy looking. Guess you will never need a nightlight to find your way around.
The fancy shower head rained down on us. And before I knew what was happening, Jameson was on his knees, pulling one of my legs over his shoulder as he began to devour my pussy. With the lighting and him on his knees, this was the most erotic thing I have ever experienced. My back pressed into the tiled wall, and my hand rested on Jameson’s head while I got in a perfect balance.
His mouth covered my pussy, and his tongue sucked on my clit, and then he was licking. He pushed a finger inside me, then another. “Oh my god.”
He pressed hard on my clit and I was about to combust once again. “I’m gonna come.”
I buckled my hips to the rhythm of his tongue as he lapped at my clit.
“Oh god. Jameson!” I shouted, not caring who could hear.
Smiling, he raised up and planted his lips on mine before he pulled back. “Just returning the favor.”
“Thank you.”
We washed up, and once we were nice and clean, Jameson took my hand. “Hungry?”
I nodded. I was wearing a cropped sweatshirt, and my sweatpants hung low on my hips. “What time is it?” I asked.
Jameson looked at his watch. “Two thirty a.m.”
“Damn.”
He pulled some food out of the industrial fridge and put a pan on the stove. He had eggs and bacon out, and he pulled a loaf of bread out of the bread box.
“Can I help?”
“Nope. Drink?”
“Sure. Whatever you’re having.”
“Want to sit out on the deck?”
“Yes.” I smiled.
He went over and adjusted the door as it retreated back giving the living room additional space. He lit the fire, and I sat on the one of the chairs, looking over at the lake. Even this late at night, this was serene.