"Oh." Crap, I wipe my cheeks, mortified.How long have I been crying?! How drunk am I?
"Another?" the blond man offers, holding up a bottle of vodka. I nod, feeling incredibly numb. For real, how did I not realize I was crying? "Don't worry about it, sweet thing."
Before I can snap at him for calling me by another crappy nickname, a masculine voice I would know anywhere does it for me.
"Don't fucking call her that."
To top off Jamie's declaration, I throw my fourth shot back and relish the slight burn down my throat. The bartender raises a brow at me when Jamie slides him a large bill. I nod and wave my hand before taking a step away from the bar.
"Where are you off to, Violet?"
I mutter something and continue to weave my way through the crowds of people. My head is beginning to feel the effects of the four shots I've downed in the last hour. So when Jamie's warm hand wraps around my waist from behind, I melt willingly.
This, his body wrapped around me while I'm allbuzzy, is what I know best. I can dothis. Hard conversations, emotional connections, no. The hard outline of his cock pressing against my lower back, yes.
Heat engulfs my earlobe, and Jamie's rumbly tone sends shivers down my spine. "Coming home with me?"
I'm nodding before I can really think about it. But that's the best part of Jamie and me, there's no need for me to think about anything. He may have been the one to put me in a mood today, but he's also the one who can help me forget and justbe.
Cassidy has her friend, so I'll send her a text in Jamie's car. I need this. I need Jamie to chase the ickiness in my mind away. At least for a little while because...well...I deserve to feel like a piece of shit.
I grab his hand and step toward the door. "Let's go."
Bang!
Jamie's apartment door slams, indicating it's time to take my corset off. I removed my leather jacket in the elevator. Or, should I say, Jamie did right before he pressed me up against the cold wall of the moving box.
Stumbling slightly, I make my way to his kitchen island and toss my little black purse onto it.
Vaguely, I notice the warm hue of the dimmed lights around his industrial-style kitchen. His apartment ismeantfor sex. Brick accent walls, black furniture, and tall windows—it's sexy.
I fumble with the clasps of my lacy top, but my hands are soon replaced by larger, warmer ones. Humming with pleasure, I rest my palms on the island and allow Jamie full access to undress me.
Unfortunately for my needy nipples, Jamie trails his fingers away from the clasp, and brushes my hair over my left shoulder. My pout shifts into a delighted shiver as he kisses a trail from my bare shoulder to my ear.
"Violet," Jamie murmurs against my neck, sounding pained.
Taking matters into my own hands, or feet, I toe my black booties off and spread my legs apart. Bending so my ass presses against him, I rest my elbows on the chilly marble.
"Touch me," I moan, grinding on him. "Please," I add, because I don't need him demanding manners right now.Damn dominant dick.
A low groan vibrates the air between us as Jamie presses into me. His hands trail down my sides and land on my hips. "Violet?—"
"Jamie!" I cry, drowning out his serious tone. My panties are soaked, I'm bent over his fucking counter, and he hasn't taken my top off.
Shifting my hand down, I unbutton my jeans myself. I push back so I'm standing on my own, and remove my pants. Dressed in nothing but a black lacy thong and a matching corset, I turn around and wait for Jamie to pounce on what I'm offering.
"Fuck."
Hair tussled and eyes hooded, Jamie takes in every inch of my body like he hasn't kissed them a thousand times before. I bite my lip and try to enjoy the way he's looking at me. But as soon as his eyes find mine and soften, I remove my top without a struggle.
Urgency and a dose of fear eliminate the awkward effects of alcohol.
"Violet, listen?—"
I could collapse to my knees right now and give him the best blowjob ever, but that's not the way into Jamie's pants. Wild, right? Here’s a man who would rather be kissed and caressed instead of sucked on like a tasty treat.
So, like I've done many times to this man, I prowl toward him and place my hands on his chest. He takes a shuddering breath as I run them up and over his shoulders then clasp them around his neck.
