Page 88 of Bourbon Deceit
“Did you hire a decorator to help you out with all of this?” I asked, wondering how he was able to put everything together.
“No, did everything on my own. I’ve done a lot of research and made sure to take my time when designing each room. I wanted them to have a hint of the vintage-circus feel, without being too cheesy.”
“Well it’s not cheesy at all. I could see myself squirting a few orgasms out in here.”
“You are quite the lady.” Diego laughed and shook his head.
“Why circus?”
He took a deep breath and said, “My life has always been kind of a circus, never knowing what the next act is going to be, juggling the good and the bad, so I thought, what better way to express myself than by finally becoming the ringmaster and taking control. The key, Goldie, is having control. It’s what makes me move, what pushes me. Without that control, I’m lost.”
“I know how you feel. When I first lost my parents, all I wanted was a bit of control because it felt like everything was out of my grasp. After a while, I just became tired, like I wanted to just give up, and that was when Jett walked into my life. He saved me,” I whispered.
“Is that why you love him?”
“Love him?” I sat up and looked at Diego as if he was crazy. “I don’t love him.”
“Ha!” Diego shrieked loudly. “Who are you fooling? It reads all over your face when he calls you or when you talk about him. You love the man.”
I bit my bottom lip and lay back down, thinking about Diego’s assessment of me. Okay, yeah, I probably loved the man, but there was no way in hell I was going to tell him that. That was asking for my heart to get broken. He was slow when it came to our relationship and using the big L word would be relationship suicide.
How nice would it be to express my feelings though? The minute I heard Jett’s voice at Kitten’s Castle, I was pretty sure I started to fall for him. Then he took me into his world, introduced me to some of the best girls I’d ever met, and gave me a chance to better myself, all the while protecting me with the utmost care. How could I not fall in love with the man? He wasn’t giving me much of an option.
“Told you,” Diego teased as there was a knock on the back door. “Pizza! I’ll go pay, you set up the drinks and plates in the kitchen.”
He took off and I scrambled to my feet, feeling slightly light-headed from the fumes. My phone chimed in my hands as I walked to the kitchen. I looked down and smiled to myself.
Jett: Little one, did I tell you that I had a dream last night that you were spread across my desk, arms and legs strapped down so you couldn’t move, and I had that delectable pussy of yours for dinner?
I gulped as my lady bits started to tingle with need. It’d been two days and I felt like I was going to crumble into dust from the strong yearning I had for him.
Goldie: Hungry? Maybe have yourself a little sandwich to put a dent in that appetite of yours.
Jett: I’ll always be ravenous for you.
Goldie: If I didn’t know any better, I would say you’re trying to flirt with me.
Jett: I don’t need to try, little one.
God, a couple of text messages and I was heated up to the point that I was about to head off to my bedroom to take care of things.
Goldie: Do you know how horny I am? It’s kind of ridiculous the need for you that is running through me.
Jett: Patience, little one. I promise the wait will be worth it.
Goldie: I’m not a very patient person. When I have something in my head, I want it right then and there, and all I can think about is that beautiful cock of yours running up and down my slick pussy.
“I thought I told you to get us drinks,” Diego said as he walked into the kitchen, making me jump three feet in the air and drop my phone.
“Jesus Christ!” Holding my heart I looked down at my phone, which now had a cracked face. “Great!” I said with sarcasm. “Look at what you made me do. My phone is broken.”
“It’s not broken, it’s cracked. It just looks ugly now and it’s not my fault. Stop sexting your little boy toy and pour us some drinks.”
“I wasn’t sexting him!” I lied while I grabbed cups.
“Yes you were. I can tell by the way your upper lip is sweating.”
Wiping frantically, I said, “It is not.”
