Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
I could understand how this man made big money as an escort. He was sex incarnate. All I wanted to do was put my hands and mouth on him.
My fingers moved under his shirt and up the warm expanse of his back. Jett arched into me, grinding his ass on my dick. I barely kept myself from moving my hands down the back of his jeans.
The noises he made were definitely not appropriate for the dining room.
“Let’s go,” I said, pulling away and nudging him off me.
He made a cute sound of petulant disappointment before grinning at me. “Last one there is a rotten egg… Jason.”
Then he took off running.
By the time I sauntered into the suite, he was completely naked in the center of my pristine bed.
Just the sight of him like that stole my breath.
“My first name’s not Jason. And who said I wanted you naked in my bed?” I asked.
Jett’s grin made his eyes dance. “Who said I cared what you wanted?”
I entered the room and closed the door behind me before leaning against it and lifting my chin. “Go on, then. Don’t let me stop your fun.”
He pulled on his cock with his fingers before tugging his sac with his other hand. His eyes remained on me. “I think you should see if you like sucking cock.”
I didn’t allow him the reward of my smirk. “I think you’re pushing your luck.”
He closed his eyes and let out a sound as his fingers teased the sensitive spot under the tip of his cock.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out, primarily to toy with him, but then noticed the message from the office was urgent.
“I’m sorry. I need to deal with this.”
I turned around and made my way out of the room, ignoring the look of surprised disappointment on his face. A cyclone had strengthened a few hours ago, impacting two Maris vessels traveling between Brisbane and Nouméa. The ships were being forced into evasive maneuvers, with one of them carrying particularly high-value cargo for one of our largest clients.
After a few minutes, Jett came out of the bedroom fully dressed and offered to help. I let him read the information over my shoulder while I spoke with our chief of operations on the phone.
Surprisingly, Jett pulled out his own laptop and began scouring the internet for any updates on the weather, emergency preparedness in Nouméa, and any on-the-ground reports on social media.
I spent hours on calls and video conferences, monitoring the situation and arranging all the support we could for the crews and vessels, in addition to communicating with the impacted clients to assuage their fears. During all of those interminable hours, Jett brought me coffee and juice from the kitchen, the night staff followed later with the sorbetto we’d missed at dinner, and Jett continued to make himself helpful by printing off and pointing to legal-and-PR-approved language I could use when speaking to everyone.
By the time I finished my last media interview, thanking the Australian Maritime Safety Authority for their quick response and continued diligence, and my captains and crew for their stellar ship-handling and relentless care of our clients’ cargo, the sky was turning pink, and I was exhausted.
I stood and stretched, grateful Jett had gone to bed a couple of hours earlier when I’d asked him to. I’d assumed he’d retreated to his own room, so I was surprised to find him sleeping in my bed, curled up in the dead center. I couldn’t hold back a huff of soft laughter.
No more riding the rail.
I undressed to my underwear and slid in behind him, moving closer until I could fold him in my arms. He shifted and made a humming noise before settling back down with his hand over mine on his chest.
It was strange not to have the full swell of a woman’s breast to hold on to as I spooned him or the soft floral scent of hair products in my nose. But the way I fit around him was somehow still strangely comforting.
He was strong and hard in places. Like I could wrestle the fuck out of him or force him into positions without taking care to be delicate with him, and that would be a good thing. Like I could shove him down to suck my morning wood before even greeting him in the morning, and he wouldn’t be offended. Might even be turned on by it.
With Jett, I didn’t have any worry that he’d wake in the morning and complain that I’d abandoned him tonight before we’d had a chance to fuck. Or that my job was super boring. Or that I put my work first every time.
Were these things the benefit of a professional sex partner or a man?
Or both?
I tried to steady my breathing to let go of the residual stress from the work emergency. Thankfully, everyone in the Maris Holdings family was safe. Our vessels and cargo were safe.