“Well, there’s nothing but decadence beyond those doors, Madam.”
The way he says it makes me tingle.
I head toward the door, but Jason pulls me back to him. He crushes his lips to mine. I taste tequila and lime on his tongue when he slides it in my mouth to taste me and toy with my tongue. He grips my ponytail forcing my head back as he deepens the kiss. I whimper in response to Jason’s hand taking a hearty squeeze of my ass.
He stops the kiss just as abruptly as he started. My chest heaves, teasing my hard nipples with each breath, and my core throbs with need. Chloe hides a smirk while pretending to text, as Jason looks at me with lustful intent.
“You are aware you just kissed me publicly. What will that do to your reputation?”
Jason laughs heartily, and I still feel where his beard tickled my skin.
“Being that my reputation is ‘Jason does what the fuck he wants,’ I’m pretty sure it’s still intact but thanks for your concern.”
He turns to lead us inside. Chloe silently does an excited shimmy, while flashing all her teeth.
“Have a seat.” He motions to an empty booth. “I’ll tell your server to put in a sampler appetizer for you two.”
Jason’s big warm hand wraps around mine before I can slide onto the black leather.
“I’m going to borrow Bree for a minute,” he tells Chloe.
“Make it a quickie; I don’t want to have lunch alone.”
Laughing, Jason turns back to look at Chloe.
“I’m not borrowing her for that; I don’t do quickies.”
My arousal spikes. The waiting is killing me.
Chloe raises her eyebrows impressed. “Well, carry on.”
I nibble on my lip when I realize he’s taking me back to his office. Memories of last time still plague me: The way his beard made my nipples tingle, how it felt to have him in my hand. The ecstasy on his face when me came, the way his eyes burned me when I tasted him.
“What are we doing, Jason?”
He pushes open his door to allow me entry.
“I have something to show you.”
“Jason…”
“Not my dick, you’ve already seen him.”
Closing the door, he walks over to his desk and perches on the side.
“Come here,” he commands.
I’ve never known an order to be so damn arousing until I met Jason.
I obey, and he gives me an envelope. Jason turns me and pulls me until my back is resting against his chest. I find that I’m too happy to be in his arms.
“Open it,” he prompts near my ear.
His lips begin a tender assault of my ear and neck as I rip the paper open. I force myself to concentrate when Jason slips his hand under my shirt and up my bare skin to knead my boob and nipple through my bra.
Moisture is pooling in my nethers. I blink a few times to refocus on the paper—his test results. A row of negatives, from what I was able to see, before his other hand snakes under my jeans to cup my wetness over my panties. His erection is poking my ass.
I attempt to breathe normally, but I’m losing the battle.
