Page 71 of Bourbon Sins
“Please, kitten.” His pleading tone cut to my very soul as he pulled away to look at me. His thumb reached up and caressed my bottom lip. “You’re all I think about, all I crave, and I can’t stand to be without you anymore. Please say you will come on Sunday.”
“I’ll think about it,” I found myself saying, as a small grin started to appear at the corner of his mouth.
He leaned in one last time as he nipped my earlobe and caressed my bare stomach with his hand, almost sending me to my knees, begging for his touch.
“Until Sunday, think of me, kitten.”
With that, he walked away, making me not only completely and utterly turned on, but nervous as fuck for thinking about what the hell I just possibly agreed to. How come I couldn’t say no?
As I watched his back side retreat, I knew why. Rex Titan owned my body at one point and it was pretty much impossible to say no to him, just like it was impossible to say no to the man who was currently staring daggers at me as I stood up on the podium.
A wave of heat flooded my body as I thought about him seeing the interaction between me and Rex. I just prayed that he didn’t catch anything, or else maybe I would be seeing Rex a lot quicker than I expected.
Determination rang through Jett’s eyes as he slowly walked toward me, shaking hands with men, but never really breaking eye contact with me. Anxiety started to build up in my bones as he came closer and closer. What was he going to say? Was he going to reprimand me in front of everyone?
The way he took in my entire body made me feel self-conscious, exposed. If looks could undress, I would have been stripped naked and shaved completely by Jett’s glare.
The lights turned again, signaling for me to move. I turned away from Jett’s death glare and started making my way around the room. It wasn’t until my arms were grabbed from behind and I was pulled up next to a pillar, out of sight, that I realized Jett had caught up to me.
The look of hazy lust took over his deep pools of blue as he breathed heavily. Swallowing hard, I just stood where I was, waiting for Jett to make his first move, because hell if I knew what I was supposed to do.
The look in his eyes not only made me incredibly nervous, but it also excited me; it shot a barrel full of lust down to my core as I anticipated what he was going to say to me, do to me.
He didn’t say anything as he ran his hands up my sides and stared down at my dress. His thumbs brushed against my exposed side boob, sending bolts of desire straight down to my very core and sending my nipples into overdrive. I didn’t think they could get any harder, but boy was I wrong.
“Did Tootse put you in this dress?” he asked, eyeing me up and down and working his hands so they spanned my back. I could feel the warmth of his hands, sending the thrill of a man’s touch through my body, not just any man, but the touch of Jett Colby.
I nodded and he swallowed . . . hard.
“You are to go up to the Bourbon Room now and wait for me.”
His words shook me out of the stupor I was in. “Wait, what?”
“Don’t make me repeat myself, Lo.”
“Hold on a second,” I said, as I tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but his hands that were once on my back were now holding my hips against the pillar, making my escape impossible. “I have to be down here with the other girls.”
Jett searched my eyes before he spoke. “Lo, who owns this club?”
“You do,” I said, as I waited for the lecture he was about to bestow upon me.
“Who calls the shots around here?”
“You do.”
“And who do you submit to?” he asked, as he rubbed his thumbs near the juncture of my thighs.
“You,” I squeezed out, as I tried to hide how turned on I was.
“That’s correct, so when I tell you to go up to the Bourbon Room to wait for me, you do as I say.”
“What if I don’t want to go?” I asked defiantly.
Staring intently into my eyes, he didn’t break contact when he said, “I don’t play games, Lo. You either want me or you don’t. If you deny me just because of your stubborn personality, then I will be sure not to invite you again. If you deny me because you honestly don’t want to play, because you are no longer attracted to me, or because there is something physically wrong with you, then that is okay, but don’t play games with me. I will not take kindly to them.”
“What are you going to do, spank me?”
A spark of lust shot through his eyes as his breathing kicked up a notch. “What if I do? Are you going to cry out in pleasure or pain?”
