Page 92 of Bourbon Deceit
“It’s very different.”
“How so?”
“First of all, that girl was naked. Jett Girls are never naked. Second of all, Diego was about to get naked in about two seconds . . .”
“Was he?” I spun around to look over Kace’s shoulder, but he pushed me to my bedroom and continued his speech.
“Third, they were about to have sex up on stage, something Jett would never allow in his club.”
“All right, so they’re different. I still don’t get what the big deal is. It’s just sex.”
“Jett doesn’t want you to be pulled in that direction.”
I stared at Kace for a second and then burst into laughter as I walked into my room and flopped on my bed.
“You can’t be fucking serious.” When he didn’t flinch, I laughed some more. “Oh for fuck’s sake, I would never want to be prancing my pussy in front of everyone while some guy does me from behind or hanging from some weird contraption. I don’t need everyone knowing what kind of sounds I make when I’m having sex or the way my body contorts when an orgasm racks through me, that is only for my man’s eyes.” I was looking at my nails as I talked to him but when I glanced up to look at Kace since he wasn’t answering, I saw the heat that glazed over him.
I cleared my throat and said, “Anyways, why are you here?”
“You didn’t answer your phone and neither did Diego so he was concerned.”
I sat up in my bed and said, “Was he concerned that I was fucking Diego or was he just concerned about me?”
“No, he thought that someone found out your location and broke into Diego’s club.”
“Oh, well . . . I was sleeping then woke to this music, so I went to check what was going on. You know how I hate missing out on a good dance party.” I started to “throw my bos” in the air while I danced to the drifted-off beat but Kace didn’t find it amusing, shock alert.
“You need to call him.”
“Can I see him?” I asked, needing his hands more than anything right now. “Will you take me to him, Kace?”
“Lo . . .” Kace warned.
“Listen, you can either take me to him or you can watch me finger myself from the need burning inside me and then you can explain to Jett later why I came without him near me.”
“Jesus.” Kace rubbed his face and shook his head. “Get in the fucking car and lie flat on the seat.” He paused at the door and said, “And keep your damn mouth shut. I don’t need to hear about cat cocks again.”
* * *
Jett hadhis hand fisted through his hair as he leaned over his desk looking at a stack of papers. He was wearing a white button-down shirt with three buttons undone, showing off his gloriously muscular chest and from what I could see underneath the chair, he had a pair of navy blue slacks on. There was a glass of bourbon sitting on his desk next to him, as well as a lavender tie he must have pulled off earlier. I would have loved to see him all business-like and dressed up; he was hot as hell in a suit.
I lightly tapped on the door and stood in the doorway, awaiting his gaze. The minute he looked up at me, he dropped everything and stood out of his chair. He was in front of me in two seconds with his hands gripping my arms, looking down at me. The stubble on his face made my mouth water while his eyes searched mine.
“Are you okay?”
“No.” He tensed from my answer. “I need you, Jett.”
“What happened?” he asked while searching my body.
I grabbed his hand, lowered it, and slipped it under my thong. I pressed his middle finger into my slick folds and gave him a minute to understand what I was saying.
His confused look turned dark and sinister as his middle finger lightly stroked me, testing out my wetness. A heat of desire flushed through my body as I moaned.
“You shouldn’t be here.” He nibbled on my neck as he leaned forward. “But I’m so fucking glad that you are. Bourbon Room, little one. Wear nothing, stand in front of the tantra chair, and wait for your next instruction.”
The tantra chair was the wave-like lounge that sat on the opposite side of the Bourbon Room, and we’d only used it once, but it might have been the most amazing sex of my life, thanks to the angles it allowed, so for him to mention the damn thing had me throbbing already.
I nodded my head, tiptoed over to the Bourbon Room, and undressed as quickly as possible. I flipped my head over, ruffled my hair, and then flipped it back up, hoping I added a little body and sexiness to it. I stood in front of the chair and prayed that Jett wasn’t going to teach me a lesson in patience because I wasn’t sure how much I could take when it came to waiting. Seeing Diego’s act and not being touched by Jett in a couple of days had me yearning to be taken, hard and fast.
