Chapter 10 #2
Shannon’s rejection somehow stuck harder than any yes. Her smart mouth. Her bright eyes. That fire she pretended to ignore.
He wasn’t in the habit of chasing, and he sure as hell didn’t beg.
But damned if he didn’t still want to catch her, anyway.
“You look like you could use an outlet tonight,” Blondie whispered, fingernails tracing over his chest. “I have first-class skills.”
His phone buzzed in his pocket.
He ignored it.
His eyes locked on hers, lips curving into that slow, knowing smirk that made women lean in without thinking twice.
“You’re right, love,” he said, voice a deep rumble between them. “I could use a release.”
He stepped into her space, letting tension pull tight between them like wire. “What sort of skills are we talking about?”
Her pupils flared. “Let’s go somewhere private and I’ll show you.”
Jamie didn’t blink. Didn’t rush. Instead, he let the moment stretch, his power settling over her as he skimmed a hand around her waist and tugged her close enough to bump into the shape of him.
“Be a good girl and follow me.”
But even as she followed, heels clicking beside him, his mind wasn’t on the woman pressing against his side.
He led her across the room, his hand never leaving the curve of her back, guiding her toward the suite’s private bathroom.
The soft click of the door shutting behind them echoed in the stillness.
His body was on fire, need pulsing through him like a constant ache. Since meeting Shannon, he hadn’t been able to shake the raw, primal urge clawing beneath his skin, eating him alive.
The hunger hadn’t eased; rather, it burned hotter by the hour. And Blondie? She’d be the lucky one to take the edge off. Nothing more.
By the time he turned around, she stood before him, her dress pooling at her heels, no underwear in sight.
He leaned back against the vanity, his voice low and filled with dark approval.
“Look at you…knowing what I like without having to ask for it.”
The flick of his zipper was unhurried. He didn’t have to utter a command when she pranced toward him, her nipples pointed like bullets.
She was quick, efficient, and when her hands made contact, the sensation shot all the way through him.
Her gaze locked with his as she pulled out his dick and spat on the satiny head of it, making his pulse spike.
“Get on your knees,” he ordered, voice thick with hunger.
She didn’t hesitate, dropping before him. “It’s bigger than I expected.”
Her warm mouth took him in, and his hands gripped her hair, guiding her deeper. She gagged as he hit the back of her throat.
He pulled her back, watching her mouth move with a hungry, methodical rhythm.
“Hmm,” he grunted. “My dick looks good stretching your mouth.”
She hummed, intensifying the sensation, but her average mouth barely kept him on edge until his mind wandered to the face of his lunch date from the day before.
The blonde woman sat back, fluttering her false lashes. “I love how you take control of my mouth like it’s yours.”
His eyes snapped open, masking the flash of disappointment when he saw the wrong face.
“I didn’t tell you to stop,” he growled.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he guided his dick back in, thrusting down her throat, his thoughts muddled with the image of Shannon’s smile.
Warm, wet lips pulled him closer to the edge, the pressure mounting. His balls tightened, and his breath held as he fought to stay in the moment.
When a release washed over him, he grunted, spurting cum into her mouth, his thoughts a haze of Shannon’s raspy laughter and the memory of their kiss.
The woman held him in her mouth until he finished, then stood, turned to the sink and spat out the remnants, wiping him away with an air of casual dismissal.
This was just a meaningless mechanical act. Normally, Jamie would be fired up, eager to fuck her until she forgot her name. But now, he just wanted to zip up and walk away.
What the hell was that about?
As he tucked himself back into his trousers, Blondie sidled over, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
She tweaked his nipples through the tight fabric of his shirt. “I want more, Jamie.”
He wasn’t that into her, though.
If this was going to work, he had to get his head in the game. He pressed his mouth to hers, his hands roaming to her breasts as she ground herself against his thigh.
Her arousal flared, the heat between her legs burning against him.
His dick hardened. Of course it did; he was a man, and she was a naked woman grinding on him.
She slid his trousers past his hips, and he gripped her waist, lifting her onto the counter. She nodded toward her sparkly clutch at their feet.
“In there. A condom.” She pointed.
Jamie dropped to grab it just as his phone rang.
“No way, Jamie. Don’t get that, please,” she whined, desperation in her voice.
The sound of Blondie’s needy whimper only made him harder. Jamie ripped the bag open, tore the condom with his teeth, and started to roll it on until his phone rang.
He stilled mid-motion, eyes flicking to the phone buzzing beside her bag.
One missed call from Shannon.
And a text lighting up the screen.
Hey, I’m back early from my event. On my way to Belfast, if your invitation is still open?
His pulse shifted.
That was all it took, the sight of her name and his dick, already hard, pulsed hotter, thickening at the thought of Shannon. Whereas the woman beside him faded into static.
She made him wired and on edge. One text from her, and he was locked in. So he straightened, peeled the condom from his full dick, and shoved it in the bin.
“I have to go.”
“What the hell?” Blondie’s voice was shrill. “You can’t just leave me hanging like this. I let you finish in my mouth, for fuck’s sake!”
Jamie didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. “You were unforgettable. But I’ve got somewhere else to be.”
She stepped toward him, arching her back, tits out. “Maybe later?”
He didn’t respond, just tilted his chin and turned on his heel, leaving the bathroom and walking straight out of the suite.
The moment he reached the corridor, a security guy closed the door behind him. He scrolled through his contacts, hovering over Shannon’s name.
His thumb paused, unsettled for some reason.
She answered on the second ring. “Hi, Jamie.”
That silky voice of hers rasped through the line, sending a pulse straight to his groin. He wanted her. Fucking craved her. But he’d just sabotaged any chance of that tonight.
Shannon came across as innocent, not the usual needy, greedy type.
He’d rather take his time with her, savouring every moment, and, most importantly, doing it alone.
Bringing her into a room full of vipers after a shitty blow job? That would only ruin everything.
“Sorry, love. I was tied up with my brother and our business partner,” he said, his voice rough, hating himself for manipulating the truth. “Another time?”
“Oh, right…yeah. No worries.”
He heard the hum of clinking glasses and chatter in the background.
“Where are you right now?”
“The Fitz lobby.”
Jamie sucked in a breath, his veins buzzing. “I’ll be right down.”
“No…no…it’s okay, honestly. I’ll just head home. I’ve got an early start in the morning.” Her voice held a mix of disappointment and embarrassment.
“Do not move, love. I’m coming for you.”