Page 89 of Bourbon Sins
“I’m sorry, I don’t know where my phone is.”
“Does that look like my problem? How many times do we have to go over this?”
“I know, I know.” I grabbed my robe, threw it on, and started for my closet, but then couldn’t remember what I was late for. I turned toward Kace and said, “Uh . . . what am I late for?”
“Un-fucking-believable. I swear to God, it’s like taking care of a two-year-old child when it comes to you. Could you take on some sort of responsibility for once?” Kace was seething with frustration, frustration that I genuinely didn’t mean to cause him. Sometimes I loved pushing his buttons, but this time, I really didn’t mean to upset him. “What are you doing? Stop staring at me and get your ass moving.” He interrupted my thoughts.
“Well, I can’t get fucking moving with you raging like a lunatic, as I’m half naked and you’re looking at me like you want to eat me alive.” Pushed a button.
He took a step closer and said in a maniacal tone, “In your fucking dreams, Lo.”
“Actually, in yours,” I countered, while placing a hand on my hip.
“Are you testing me? I wouldn’t fucking test me right now, because I will pull your ass from the presentation tonight while all the other girls make thousands off of lap dances.”
“You wouldn’t do that.”
“Try me.”
“She’ll be down for practice in a few minutes,” that dark, recognizable southern voice said from the other side of the room.
Both my head and Kace’s whipped around to see Jett standing in my doorway in a navy blue suit, white pressed shirt and gun-metal grey tie. His hair was perfect, as usual, and his blue eyes stood out against his impeccably tailored suit. He was a vision that made my lady parts whimper to be taken up against the door frame, to be slammed to the floor and fucked senseless.
Kace shook his head in what I could only imagine was disgust and walked toward Jett. He stopped in front of him before he left my room and said something to Jett under his breath that I couldn’t catch, but from the fury blazing through Jett’s eyes, I assumed it wasn’t good.
Once Kace was out of the room, Jett walked toward me and my heart pounded in my chest. There was something about the man that exuded confidence and sex appeal, that made me quiver on the spot. The man had swagger and was drop-dead gorgeous to the point where I actually felt intimidated and on the verge of an orgasm all at the same time. There was no denying it, I was falling for the man who plucked me from the street and saved me, but I knew I was only setting myself up for failure because he would never return the feeling. Although, the last couple of days had made me feel differently. They had made me feel like I was an actual person in his life rather than a living, breathing vagina ready to be fucked at all times.
“You forgot this,” Jett interrupted my thoughts, as he stood in front of me holding my little purse.
“Damn, that’s where my phone is. Thanks for bringing it back down. I guess you fucked the brain right out of me last night, making me forget my belongings.” I smiled sheepishly
“Is that right?” Jett asked, playing with the ties on my robe.
“I pretty much can’t think when you’re around me,” I willingly admitted. It was true; whenever he was around me, my mind turned into complete mush and I lost all ability to make smart decisions, like not to fall for the man who made me sign a contract that said no love, no relationships, just sex.
“You don’t need to think,” he pulled my robe open and eyed me up and down, making my clit stand at attention. “You just need to feel.”
He yanked the robe completely off my shoulders and continued to take me in. He grabbed my purse from my hands and tossed it to the side as he started to walk around me, eyeing every inch of my body with his appreciative appraisal. I felt him pause as he stood behind me and my breath caught in my throat as his hands slid around my waist and rested on my hip bones, barely grazing the top of my throbbing mound.
His lips were right next to my ear when he said, “You’re such a striking woman. Your body is unlike any I have ever seen. The flair of your hips and the fullness of your breasts makes me beg to be released from the confines of my pants.” He pressed his crotch against my ass and I could feel what he was talking about.
Still leaning over so his lips were pressed against my ear, his hands roamed up to just below my breasts and stopped to caress the underside of them. Talk about wanting to fucking explode. The roughness of his thumbs against the soft underside of my breasts was an exquisite feeling that had me throwing my head back onto his shoulder and exposing my neck to him.
His lips grazed the column of my neck as he started to work his way up and down, driving me completely insane. I wiggled in his grasp, trying to get him to realize that I needed release, but he continued to lightly stroke my breasts, never giving me enough pressure.
“Jett, please touch me.”
“You don’t tell me what to do, little one. It seems like you keep forgetting the rules. Do I need to punish you?”
“If punishing means spanking me? By all means, punish away.”
His lips caressed my ear as he gently spoke to me while running his hands back down to my hips. “Sweet little one, spanking isn’t a punishment. Your punishment would be for me to lay you down on that bed over there, spread your legs as far as they would go and eat you out to the point that your mind is going to explode and you can no longer feel your legs and then I would leave you, with no release and begging for me to finish you off. You would be sexually frustrated until I decided your punishment was over. Now, do you want that?”
“Fuck no,” I begged for that to never happen. I was already worked up, so I couldn’t imagine being teased to the point of never finishing off.
“That’s what I thought, my not-so-elegant one.”
“Oh, sorry,” I said in a snooty voice, “Please sir, spare me the displeasure of not being able to discharge the pent-up bliss from your tongue.”
