“What was that about?” I ask.
“Taking care of dinner,” he says. “You’re my plus one, so you’re covered under my sponsorship.”
Nuh-uh. I wave my purse at him. “You’re my client, not my date. I pay my own way.”
“Not today, cutie pie.”
“But—”
He stands, and the squeal of chair legs on the floor cuts me off. “Just give me this, Lena. You can pay next time.”
“There’s not going to be a next time,” I mutter, hoping to God his paying for my dinner doesn’t have anything to do with my confession about being broke. I’m no one’s charity project.
“You tell yourself that.” His hand lands in the small of my back as he guides me outside. “Where are you parked?”
I gesture up the street. “Over that way.”
“I’ll walk you.”
“Not necessary.”
He grabs me by the shoulders and spins me to face him. My brain ceases to function. I can’t process even the most basic thought with his hands on me like that.
“Babe, when a man wants to see you safely to your car, you let him. Unless he’s a creep, which I fucking hope I’m not.” His face dips closer to mine, and he’s trying to catch my eyes but I’m having a hard time looking anywhere other than his lips. “I want to show you how much I appreciate you believing in me, so can’t you just let me get you dinner and walk you to your ride?”
He appreciates me? Well, you know what? I appreciate him, too. I appreciate the breadth of his shoulders, and the sexy edge of his jaw, and most of all, the way he smells so wonderfully delicious. With his hands on me, and his face so near to mine, it takes very little for me to close the distance between us and press my lips to his. I’ve had a lot of bad ideas in my life, and this has to be the worst. He’s so wrong for me, and kissing him could jeopardize my job, but with him so intoxicatingly close, I can’t bring myself to care.
His entire body stiffens. I flick my tongue out. Mm, he tastes as good as he smells. A low rumble works its way up his chest, and then he’s grabbing me tightly, his hands dropping to my ass and hauling me into his body, where a very impressive ridge grinds into the V at the top of my legs. I want him closer, so I go onto my toes, letting him take most of my weight, kissing him with everything I have. It’s rough and wild and out of control. I can definitely believe this is a man who hasn’t been with anyone in months. His lips clash, teeth gnash, and then he’s trailing open-mouthed kisses down my neck, stopping to nip at the juncture of my neck and shoulder. I gasp, and sigh, and clutch him.
“Fuck,” he swears. “Lena, cutie pie, you feel so fucking good.”
I rock into him, loving his ragged breaths, and the groan that rips from deep in his throat. He’s big, and hot, and demanding, his hands journeying up my body and touching, squeezing, plumping my breasts, fisting in my hair and pulling my head back so he can latch onto my neck. His stubble is rough against my skin, and his teeth graze over the pulse that’s throbbing furiously. Moaning, I try to yank him closer, impossibly closer.
Then a wolf-whistle pierces the air.
My befuddled mind can hardly comprehend it, but Jase shifts, shielding me from onlookers with his body. After a moment, he draws back, still panting, and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. It’s swollen from my kisses, and I imagine mine looks much the same.
“Stop looking at me like that,” he growls. “It’s unfair.”
Seems perfectly fair to me. He’s distracting me just by existing. Turnabout is fair play.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” he says. “I’m gonna walk you to your car, then you’re going to sit your hot little ass in the driver’s seat and go home. Understood?”
I nod, because he’s right. That’s what needs to happen, for both our sakes. Then, once I’m home, my vibrator is going up to its maximum setting, and I’ll lie back and pretend we didn’t do the sensible thing.
“I’m totally with you.”
9
Jase
My balls have never been so fucking blue in my life. My cock is hard for the entire drive home, and I have to unzip my jeans to give it a little breathing space. It’s only when I’m finally alone in my bedroom that I take it in my hand and stroke. I imagine Lena’s fingers wrapped around me, pumping up and down, ticking the bottom of the shaft. Pre-cum oozes from the tip and I smooth it over the head, picturing Lena dropping to her knees and taking me in her mouth. It’s a tight fit, because I’m big, and despite her fiery attitude, she’s a delicate woman.
“Fuck.” My balls draw up tight as she swallows around me, and my hips jerk, fucking her face. I squeeze my eyes shut, back against the wall, jaw clenched. “Fuck. Lena. Baby.”
I come hard, shuddering with the force of it, spilling all over my goddamn legs. I milk every last drop and flop back, breathing heavily. Minutes later, when my legs are no longer jelly, I clean myself up in the shower. But as I’m soaping, the image of taking Lena against the wall fills my mind, and though I’m raw and sensitive as fuck, I jerk off again, wishing it was her little pussy wrapped around me rather than my own coarse hand.
I remind myself of the rules.No sex before a big fight. But shit, I’d like to make an exception for her. If that dickhead hadn’t wolf-whistled at us tonight, I might have dragged her into the nearest alley. And while I’d have had no problem screwing her anywhere I could, I have a feeling she wouldn’t appreciate alley sex. She’s classier than that. Even if she’s broke.
