CHAPTER FOURTEEN
TIFFANY
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Two years running I’ve walked away with a NetAwards trophy, but not tonight. However, Nadia has just been announced as a winner, and I’m so happy for her.
Alexei looks like he’s just been told his Chinese takeout is ready. He glanced up and watched Nadia walk on stage.
Chicken and Cashew stir fry, coming right up.
I guess he’s not a man who smiles much—ever—so she won’t be offended. That’s all that matters.
Jayden doesn’t either, but occasionally he graces the world with one of his gorgeous smirks. I don’t know if he realizes, but when he’s trying not to smile, his eyes do, anyway.
Such a giveaway.
Nadia runs up on stage after planting a kiss on Alexei’s cheek, and boy, she can move fast in eight-inch heels.
Then again, she is a dancer.
I watch her accept the Most Innovative Community Engagement award.
“Oh wow. Thank you. And thank you for welcoming me into the NetAwards community here in the United States over the past year. Dancing is my life, my passion. My followers and collaborators make each day so much fun. How lucky are we to do this as our jobs?”
The room gives her a big applause.
“I want to thank my partner, Alexei.” He looks irritated as she points to him with a goofy grin. “He’s so supportive.”
Really?
He looks like he’d rather be unloading a dishwasher than sitting here.
“And my lovely neighbor, Tiffany Stallone.”
Crap.
Everyone applauds wildly, twisting in their seats to see me. They know who I am. Sure, I’ve made a name for myself as an influencer, entrepreneur and businesswoman, but my surname will always be the thing that pulls crowds...and applause.
I know that.
I’m Steven Stallone’s daughter.
He might not be on the big screen anymore, but he’s a legend to so many people and will be until long after he’s gone.
Smiling, I give the room a wave, and blink when flashes go off as my picture is taken by a handful of mobile phones.
Ugh.
The last part of the evening is spent networking, congratulating the winners, and talking shop. I told Jayden I’d be about thirty minutes doing this part, so he knows I’ll be finished soon. Every time I glance over, his eyes are on me, as he promised.
His reaction to the car backfiring was a bit of a shock, and I can’t help wondering what it was about.
Liam came flying over, and they exchanged a look.
I feel like I’m missing something.
The crowd confused me.
Yeah, that was a lie.
But despite whatever caused the overreaction, I loved feeling his powerful body covering mine. Does Jayden know he looped his arm around my middle, palming my flat stomach, his thumb brushing my breast?
That’s how large his hands are.
Big hands, big...?
I would really like to find out.
But I’d rather he kept his job. Once all of this is over, I’ve decided I will cancel the private security and then...it will be up to Jayden.
Does he have what it takes to ask a woman like me out? Or does he see us as worlds apart and never would?
I turn to him once more, and he must notice my change of mood. Jayden steps out of the shadows, and we both walk toward one another. Both with questions in our eyes.
I wonder what he really wants.
“Ready?” His voice is rough when he speaks.
“Yes,” I reply, and he taps his comms, speaking into it. Then his hand is on the small of my back and we walk out.
I soak up the feel of his touch like I’m starving, and all the champagne I’ve had tempts me to say something I shouldn’t. To make a move I know isn’t right.
I turn and smile up at him.
Jayden frowns.
I flick my hair and swing my hips a little more, dancing so I’m in front of him.
“Stop,” Jayden growls.
“What?” I giggle, noticing my limo is already here when we reach the sidewalk.
“You know what.”
I do know, but suddenly I don’t care. I just want.
I want him to take me home, strip me out of this dress and fuck me like he craves me the way I do him.
“Ma’am.” Todd joins us, and I turn so he can remove the diamonds.
I wink at Jayden.
He lifts one brow, and I giggle.
“Tiff.” His voice is barely audible.
“Thank you, Ms. Stallone. Enjoy your evening.” Todd says and shakes Jayden’s hand before walking off with two other men.
“Goodbye, diamonds.” I sigh and then drag my eyes back over my sexy bodyguard. “Weren’t they beautiful?”
“Let’s go.” He grumbles and speaks into his comms again as he indicates I should climb into the limo.
I think I should tell him how hot he is and tell him I’ve worked out the size of his cock.
God, how much did I drink?
As I climb in, a man walks over and Jayden remains outside the vehicle talking to him while I tug up my dress a little to prepare for our sexy ride home.
This is it.
We should just have sex all night long and then discuss what’s next in the morning. It will all work out.
I can—
“The BHS team is going to follow your vehicle home. I’m hitting the road.” Jayden announces.
What?
My mouth falls open. “No!”
Jayden stares at me for a long moment. “I have to leave. These guys have substantial military experience between them. They’ll watch you until you go inside. Noah can ride—”
“Jayden. No.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I...” I glance away, then back. “I want you. I am not happy that you didn’t tell me you were finishing early. I don’t like surprises.”
It’s a lie.
He studies me for a long second, and as I hold his gaze, I see that his defenses are faltering. The heat in his eyes, the hunger, the fact that he doesn’t think he can stop himself.
My half-drunk flirting crossed the line, but I’m not sorry. Unless he leaves, and then I think I’ll be way more upset than I care to admit.
He needs this job.
I should let him leave.
“You sure you want this?” Jayden asks, and we both know he’s not referring to him escorting me home.
My heart stutters.
“Yes,” I whisper.
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AFTER WHAT FEELS like a thousand hours, Jayden straightens, has a conversation I can’t make out, then climbs in beside me.
Neither of us says a word for about a block.
I’m barely breathing.
“Tonight will be my last day working your security,” Jayden says.
I gasp; I can’t help it.
Why? Have I completely misread this and crossed a line? Oh God. Perhaps I have.
But when our eyes lock and see his pained gaze is also full of fire, I am more confused than ever.
Then he turns his enormous body and shocks the hell out of me by cupping my face.
Holy hell.
“Tiffany, unless you say no really damn loud, when I get you home, I’m tearing that dress off and I’m going to fuck you against your front door.”
Whoa.
My mouth parts as my sex bursts into flames. I’m still searching for a response when his mouth crashes down on mine.
Jesus.
I grab his thick biceps and hold on for dear life while this man kisses me. Not just kisses me, he’s consuming me. His hand slides up my thigh and pauses near the top, waiting for me to respond.
I moan.
He moans back, and then his fingers are underneath my tiny panties and gliding through my bare pussy.
“Fuck me,” Jayden groans. “Smooth and wet.”
I moan again his mouth. “Jay, I can’t wait until we get home. I need more.”
“Jesus.” He lifts me onto his lap, his mouth still lapping at mine, and somehow unzips his cock. Both of us must realize we don’t have a condom at the same time.
“I’m clean.”
“Me too.”
Jayden tugs my dress around my waist and cups my face. “Stop me now, Tiffany, or you’re about to ride my fat cock.”
Hell no.
I take hold of his jacket and tug it off. “I’m not stopping.”
“Good answer,” he reaches down and palms his cock, directing it towards my entrance. “Slide down me.”
Holy Mother of Christ.
Gripping his shoulder, I do as he tells me, my eyes on his face, while Jayden watches our bodies connect.
“Fuck, fuck, yes.” He grinds out as the head of his cock slips in, then he thrusts up. “Tight. So, fucking tight.”
I was right. He is very big. Long and thick.
I press down, taking more of him, but not all. He’s big, long, and thick. I knew he would be. I’d been fantasizing about having him inside since he walked up my driveway.
“Good girl, take every inch.” Jayden’s eyes glow as his thumb rubs over my clit.
“Shit, Jay.” My voice shudders.
“Feel me filling you.” He holds my gaze. “My fucking cock, inside you. Jesus, I couldn’t wait another minute.”
“Yes,” I drop down another inch, then another, and another, and he tips his head back, arching as he squeezes my thighs to the point it's painful.
It will leave bruises.
I like that it will.
When Jayden begins to move, I lift. Together, our movements create a friction that has us both filling the vehicle with moans and cries, curses and groans. It’s filthy and orgasmic in a way I’ve never experienced.
I want to drive all the way to Vegas.
I fight my orgasm, but then he rubs my clit, and that makes it all the more difficult.
Inside me his cock throbs.
“Let me see your breasts,” he growls, tugging my dress down so they fall out. He licks his lips, and I love that I make him so excited.
Leaning down, he cups one, and I scream as he sucks on my nipple. His mouth wraps around it, tongue swirling and biting.
“Jayden, I’m going to come,” I warn.
Thrusting harder, he tugs my hair, tilting my head back. “Look at me. Look me as you take my cock.”
Oh fuck.
My orgasm erupts like a volcano blasting through me as he keeps instructing me.
“As my shaft fucks your wet cunt. That’s it, fuck me like you’re dirty whore.”
Whoa.
That shouldn’t turn me on so much, but I think I just came a second time while the first was still happening.
Jayden shifts my hips, slamming into me harder, faster, his intense stare one of a primal male on a mission. “Grab your breasts. Let me see you touch yourself.”
Jesus.
I do as he tells me.
His thumb going back on my clit. “You like the feel of me slamming into your pussy?”
“Yes.”
“You going to come for me a third time?”
He knew?
This man knows what he’s doing.
“Be a good girl, Tiffany. Squeeze those nipples. And let me feel your wet cunt throttle my cock.”
Like an explosion happening, the both of us lose control.
Jayden’s cock swells inside me, and I feel the heat of his cum filling me. The sensation itself drives us both wild. He moves me faster than should be possible, jackhammering me as I hang on for dear life.
Then I slump onto his chest.
His arm holds me against him, the other a fist pressing into the leather, as he pants. Remaining joined, our bodies throb and pulse as one.
Then I remember what he said...tonight is his last night.
Did he choose me over his job?
Or is he walking away from me?