“You really do like this game, don’t you?” She wasn’t sure if he required a response from her, but it came in the form of deep, rumbling moans of desire and pain that answered his question in the affirmative. “I hope you have booked yourself in first class because those seats in coach are not going to make for a comfortable ride home.” Another laugh left him as his hand now traced a path from her pubic hair back past her warmth, heading back towards her behind. He stopped short of her still tingling cheeks making Tasha think he’d made some kind of mistake, slipped even, as a finger began to stroke the only orifice he hadn’t been in. The one nobody had been in, ever. She felt uncomfortable, embarrassed, a little disgusted, but mostly she felt turned on and then confused once more.
“Have you experienced anal?” He began to massage her tightly puckered entrance, the shock of that made her briefly forget her own mixed feelings about how his current movements made her feel.
“No. Have you?” The question was barely out when she felt her ass cheeks sting again meaning her intention for it to not sound sarcastic and sulky, dismissive and accusatory had failed.
“Never been on the receiving end, not like you mean,” he snapped. “But it can be very pleasurable and I think maybe we should consider it, and I really can be the one to break you in, but not now. Now, I have to go and your ass can’t risk your mouth making it any redder than it already is.” He bent down, kissing each of her cheeks before spreading them to place a delicate kiss on the most intimate of places his fingers had been massaging just moments before.
He stood up and admired his handy work on her ass. “There is a flight to Vegas today, Tasha.”
She rolled over, glad of the cold sheets against her warm bottom and smiled up at him. “But I am going to L.A.”
“Yes, you are, just as I said you would be.” His words, tone and expression were triumphant as he leaned in to deliver another kiss, on her lips this time. A gentle and tender kiss that in no way matched Mr Bossy of a few seconds before.
Chapter 6
Jim stood, fully dressed again while Tasha watched him wearing only the transparent robe from the night before and with a smile, listened to the orders he was barking at her.
“I will see you on the plane. Don’t forget, no sneakers and wear a dress or a skirt. I will get condoms. I’ve arranged for a car to collect you from the hotel this end and from the airport the other end and I’ll see you at my house.”
With an amused smirk curling her lips she nodded, agreeing to everything he was saying, not that she was under any illusion that this was a debate.
“I really have to go and sort this major fuck up or I will miss the flight and you will be stranded, lonely and horny at my house without me,” Jim said as if she’d been the one holding him up.
He leaned in to kiss her gently but before his lips had reached hers she lunged towards him to kiss him first. A deep and passionate kiss.
“Please don’t miss the flight.” Tasha sounded breathless and desperate as she broke their kiss.
“Oh, honey, I will try my best.” Despite his insistence that he needed to go Jim pulled Tasha closer with one hand while he manoeuvred the other beneath her robe where he began to gently caress her delicate folds.
Moving into his touch, she groaned as she pressed against him more firmly, somehow enjoying the discomfort the added pressure brought her.
“Such a warm welcome, but if you don’t go and shower or at least leave the room neither of us will be going anywhere and I really need to go.” His grin broadened at the knowledge that she wanted this, wanted him.
With a small pout she adjusted the kiss she was delivering to a gentler one. “I will miss you.” Her words, although honest were unexpected and possibly more shocking to her than him.
“Good,” he called as he left the suite making them both smile.
****
Tasha sat in the car James had sent for her in gridlocked traffic.
“I will get my flight, won’t I?” she asked the driver with concern.
“Here’s hoping ma’am, but my hands are tied.”
She sat back and smiled to herself as she remembered it had been her hand and feet that had been tied that morning. She quickly grabbed her bag to retrieve her phone and looked for the business card with Jim’s number on it. Unable to find it, she began to skim through her phone’s contacts where her eyes were alerted to four new entries:
J cell
J home
J office
J vineyard
She laughed out loud as she realised that he really did think of everything and took charge of it too. The driver looked at her, but said nothing.
She selected J cell and waited.
