6. Naomi
Chapter six
Naomi
" Y ou’re incredible, and that disgusting waste of humanity doesn't deserve to lick your boots."
I'm shocked speechless by Jameson's words. His jaw is clenched hard, his eyes furious as he actively stops himself from going after Dave, the creepy groom.
My desperation to distract him from this moment mixes with my intense attraction to this growly teddy bear, and I tug him to me, capturing his lips with an intensity I've only ever read about.
Jameson freezes for a second. I'm worried he's going to shove me away, but then he wraps his arms around my back, and the entire world falls away.
His tongue slides against mine, teasing me as he sucks on my bottom lip.
I don't know how long we kiss, but I am aware this is rather inappropriate since we're both on the clock.
I pull away, staring at him as my chest heaves. I need to get back to my clients.
"Wait for me in the suite," I finally manage to whisper. "I'll be there in three minutes."
Jameson narrows his eyes, his jaw clenched.
I know he's debating.
"Check on Fred. He might need to go out," I lie, giving him a little push toward the annex. Fred could go twelve hours without a break, but it seems to do the trick because after a long moment, Jameson shakes his head and walks down the hallway in the direction of the suite.
I take a deep breath and readjust my clothes, smoothing down my hair. Then I head back out to my clients.
Marie and her mother stand at the doorway, their eyes glued to the tablet screen as they swipe through the images in the brochure and chatter excitedly.
Dave leans against the wall behind them, scrolling through his phone with unveiled boredom.
When I join the group again, his eyes lock with mine, and he raises his lip in a smug little smile that I'd like to smack off his face.
I focus on Marie and her mother, trying to ignore Dave's existence entirely. "All right, I think I have all the details. I'll send you a proposal with a few different options, and you can get back to me with your preferences. We'll go from there."
Marie hands me the tablet and grins at Dave. "Fantastic. The girls are going to be so jelly."
Dave flashes her a megawatt smile, and I realize he's not going to make a scene in front of the ladies.
"I'll pay extra to buy something that isn't on the menu and keep it exclusive to my daughter's event for one year," Mrs. Smith says. She leans forward as if she’s imparting a secret. "Marie's father is sparing no expense."
I nod as the women gather their things. Irritation flashes across Dave's face when Marie wraps her arms around his waist with giddy excitement, but it’s quickly replaced with a look of practiced devotion. He offers his mother-in-law his arm as he walks them both out. What a gentleman.
I watch them walk away, a smile plastered on my face that doesn't reach my eyes, trying not to throw up in my mouth. As soon as they're gone, I turn and race toward the studio.
Please be there. Please be there. Please be there.
When I open the door, I find Jameson sitting on the floor, petting Fred, who gazes up at him with stars in his eyes.
You and me both, brother.
I decide there’s no point in playing shy and demure. I want this man with all my heart, and if that kiss was anything to go by, he wants me too.
"I should have kicked that guy's ass." Jameson stands, pacing back and forth like a caged lion.
I walk toward him, push him into the chair, and hike my skirt up to straddle him, locking him down with my body. His eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn't stop me.
Placing my hands on his shoulders, I wait. I'm not going to kiss him again. I sit on his lap, waiting to see if he's going to choose me or his anger. After a moment, he leans forward, resting his forehead on my shoulder. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him into my chest.
"Jameson, I've dealt with guys like him my entire life. They're a dime a dozen. Not worth the energy it takes to get mad."
Jameson’s face is pressed into me, so I can't hear his mumbled words. I make a soothing sound, petting the back of his head as I wait for him to calm down. After a moment, his entire body relaxes, and he wraps his arms around me.
"This is a big account for Violet, and I won’t ruin it because some guy is playing fast and loose with his upcoming marriage vows. Besides, the bride knows what she's getting into. She doesn't really want him. She just wants to be married."
Jameson pulls back, looking disgusted. "How do you know?"
I swallow hard. "Know what?"
"That she doesn't love him?" He looks so vulnerable, like a boy trying to understand how people work.
Because I know what love looks and feels like. I know because my heart burns for this man. I'm in love with Jameson. I've never been more sure of anything in my life.
I shrug to conceal the clamor of my nerves.
"I have a sense for these things and can read people pretty quickly.
I'd guess they were introduced by wealthy parents trying to pull strings and make a good match. It happens all the time. They’re committed to getting married, but he'll have his girls on the side, and she'll have the social clout, so she’ll look the other way. "
I place my hand on his cheek. "Like you, for instance. The second I laid eyes on you, I knew you were a good apple. Maybe a few bruises, but that's what life does sometimes. Inside"—I put my hand over his heart—"you are sweet and delicious."
Jameson's gaze locks on my mouth. My heart races, ready to beat out of my chest. I don't know who moves first, but it no longer matters as our limbs and lips tangle. His mouth explores every inch of my sensitive neck, and my nipples harden painfully.
I break contact and reach for the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head, along with my bra. As if he knows exactly what I need, Jameson’s mouth latches onto my nipple, sucking the hard bud without hesitation.
I moan with relief as his tongue and teeth graze the tip. "Oh, God, yes."
He glances at me through his lashes before claiming the other breast. My chest heaves, and I grind my core against the hard bulge at the center of his lap.
"Fuck. I need to taste you." Jameson stands abruptly, lifting me in his strong arms as if it's no effort at all.
He strides quickly to the bedroom and sets me on the edge of the bed. I lie back with a sigh, ready for whatever this man decides to give me.
He rids me of my skirt and panties, dropping to his knees and burying his face in my pussy. Okay. No pomp and circumstance. Just action. Good.
I arch on the bed, gripping the back of his head as his tongue finds my clit. "Yes, yes, yes ..."
Jameson pushes against my legs, holding me open to him. He presses his finger inside me, and I cry out, mumbling his name as he thrusts in and out of my soaked core.
"So fucking tasty," Jameson rumbles, watching me as he inserts a second finger.
My eyes roll back in my head as he fills me, his tongue circling my clit. I ride his face and hand, begging for more.
"That's it, gorgeous," he whispers against my sex.
The rhythm of his mouth and tongue as he sucks and releases my clit brings me closer to the edge.
Suck, release. Suck, release. I let out little panting breaths, gasping for air.
He's like my favorite sex toy. My legs shake as his thick fingers find my G-spot, and I sob out my pleasure, begging him to take me over the edge.
His teeth graze my clit… and I shatter, drenching him with my release as my orgasm practically blinds me.
Holy shit. Oh, dear God.
I will never recover if this man doesn't love me.
The thought takes me by surprise. I should be terrified that I've given up my heart so quickly, but nothing about Jameson scares me. I’ll take him exactly as he comes.
Speaking of coming... I'm ready for a meal of my own.
When I open my eyes, Jameson's heated gaze is on me as he undresses by the side of the bed.
I bite my lip, opening my legs to get a better view as he lowers his pants and underwear.
I suck in a sharp breath when his hard cock springs free, thick and veiny.
My avid gaze travels along his hard length.
The tip is red and dripping. I've heard it described as angry before, but I don't think I've ever seen anything more powerful in my life. This man is leaking seed for me.
He fists his cock, pumping it twice as his eyes travel the full length of my body.
I've been tall and relatively slim my entire life, but a year ago, I started a medication that made me gain weight.
I'm all about body positivity, and I would go to the mats to argue that women are more than the number on the scale, but I can't deny that seeing the changes in my body has been unnerving and not entirely pleasant. Until now.
"You are so beautiful, Naomi," Jameson grits out, still stroking his cock, his eyes lingering on my pussy before traveling up the length of my body.
This man looks at me like I'm a goddess and he's been put on this Earth to worship me. It's a heady feeling of power that I'll never get enough of.
When his gaze meets mine, I crook my finger, calling him forward.
"Please me," I whisper.
They must be the magic words because Jameson grips my thighs and pulls me toward him with a growl. I let out a startled yelp, and my chest heaves as I register the heat in his eyes.
"Last chance to back out, love." Jameson notches at my entrance, and my core clenches with excited anticipation. "After this, you're mine."