I leaned forward and reached for his hand, pulling him out of his seat until he reluctantly climbed into my lap again.
Then I continued. “I am not embarrassed by my attraction to you, Jett. Only surprised by it.”
I moved my hands inside the denim shirt that perfectly matched his eyes. My hands cupped his rounded shoulders and then moved down over his chest.
Jett still seemed unsure. His eyes watched me with a thread of suspicion and disbelief.
“You’ve been very dismissive,” he said carefully.
“How so?”
Instead of answering me, he stared at my lips before leaning forward and kissing me. He approached me slowly enough that I could have dumped him on his ass, but then I wouldn’t have been able to surprise him again by accepting the gesture.
I cupped his cheek and kissed him back slowly. More slowly than he apparently wanted. He let out a grunt of annoyance that only made me smile and pull back a little.
“Patience, Jethro,” I whispered.
“It’s Jett,” he grumbled before kissing me again.
I pulled back, just enough to smirk but not enough to risk ending the kiss. “Is it?”
He had to know I had his legal name now, and it was Jethro Benjamin Davis. I’d seen it on his passport myself.
His fingers tightened on the collar of my shirt, pulling me closer so he could deepen the kiss. My heart skipped along in my chest like I’d shotgunned a can of Red Bull instead of enjoying a nice glass of Pinot Grigio.
I could understand how this man made big money as an escort. He was sex incarnate. All I wanted to do was put my hands and mouth on him.
My fingers moved under his shirt and up the warm expanse of his back. Jett arched into me, grinding his ass on my dick. I barely kept myself from moving my hands down the back of his jeans.
The noises he made were definitely not appropriate for the dining room.
“Let’s go,” I said, pulling away and nudging him off me.
He made a cute sound of petulant disappointment before grinning at me. “Last one there is a rotten egg…Jason.”
Then he took off running.
By the time I sauntered into the suite, he was completely naked in the center of my pristine bed.
Just the sight of him like that stole my breath.
“My first name’s not Jason. And who said I wanted you naked in my bed?” I asked.
Jett’s grin made his eyes dance. “Who said I cared what you wanted?”
I entered the room and closed the door behind me before leaning against it and lifting my chin. “Go on, then. Don’t let me stop your fun.”
He pulled on his cock with his fingers before tugging his sac with his other hand. His eyes remained on me. “I think you should see if you like sucking cock.”
I didn’t allow him the reward of my smirk. “I think you’re pushing your luck.”
He closed his eyes and let out a sound as his fingers teased the sensitive spot under the tip of his cock.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out, primarily to toy with him, but then noticed the message from the office was urgent.
“I’m sorry. I need to deal with this.”
I turned around and made my way out of the room, ignoring the look of surprised disappointment on his face. A cyclone had strengthened a few hours ago, impacting two Maris vessels traveling between Brisbane and Nouméa. The ships were being forced into evasive maneuvers, with one of them carrying particularly high-value cargo for one of our largest clients.
