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)
Since I’d never thought of this adventure as an actual job, having to act like I didn’t have a personal relationship with Locke was a bitch.
When Zuri and I returned from town, I avoided Locke like the plague to keep from having to face the roiling stew of mixed emotions the situation was provoking. Last night had been fun, and pretending it had never happened was something I wasn’t doing a good job of.
Dinner had been a casual cocktails-and-canapés affair on the terrace for the people who’d already arrived, and I’d made a point to stand on the periphery and handle any issues that arose without interacting socially with people so above my perceived station.
It wasn’t until we returned to the suite after dinner that I could no longer avoid him.
“I smell like Sorensen’s cigarillo smoke. Come shower with me,” he said as he hurried past me through the suite, pulling off his shirt and unbuckling his belt. The view of his bare back over his pants was a dirty trick.
“Why?”
“Because I’ve been in pain since you left me with blue balls in the closet earlier. Let’s go.”
I followed him into his bedroom and bathroom but didn’t pull off my clothes. Instead, I folded my arms in front of my chest and tried to be serious. It was difficult when he continued to reveal more tempting body parts.
“I’ve hardly seen you all day.” And not even a single word of praise for how well-behaved I was.
He didn’t bother to look up, only reached for the bodywash and used it to stroke his already hard cock. “Why are you acting like my girlfriend right now? Get in here and touch me.”
I closed my eyes and cursed myself. We’d moved from the happy host portion of my duties to secret lovers. Exactly what I’d signed on for.
And god help me, I always wanted to get naked with Locke Maris, regardless of how much the other aspects of our arrangement sucked.
If he wanted me to get him off, I would.
As quickly and aggressively as possible.
I had to admit it was my favorite trick. I’d already used it on him once before, but maybe it bore repeating.
You want to come? I’ll make you come in three seconds.
I pulled off my clothes and dropped them in a pile by the door before moving into the shower and lowering to my knees. No towel this time. I wasn’t going to be here long enough to need it.
Thankfully, he’d already rinsed off his bodywash. All that was left on his cock was the faint taste of soap and the overwhelming scent of sandalwood and vetiver. I couldn’t even detect a morsel of his own scent, which was probably for the best.
Clinical. Quick. Professional.
I sucked his cock like a goddamned pro, massaging his nuts and taint and even ghosting a fingertip over his hole. Sure enough, the man came in record time, sucking in a gasp so quickly he nearly choked on shower water.
I wiped my mouth and stood up.
“Okay?” I asked with a forced smile. Unfortunately, my neat trick had resulted in my own blue balls.
I’d gone and spit into the fucking wind, just like Beau had warned me about.
Locke looked like he wanted to say something, but he shook his head and reached for the bodywash again. “I have a video conference in thirty minutes.”
I nodded and murmured something about getting out of his hair, but as I moved out of the shower and gathered my things, I could see him watching me in the mirror.
“Jett.”
I met his eye in the mirror but didn’t say anything.
“Thank you.”
My stomach plummeted. Whatever I’d been expecting, whatever I’d been hoping for, that wasn’t it.
Thank you? Fuck that.
I gave him a quick nod, then walked to my room and closed the door. My boner was gone, and my resentment returned to a healthy boil.
How could the man blow so hot and cold?
I could deal with bossy asshole Locke. I might not like it, but I was more than capable. I’d spent most of these last few years playing roles that were a lot more dangerous and uncomfortable than being Locke’s assistant. And at least this job came with the bonus of getting face time with the man’s dick on the regular.
But he wasn’t just a bossy asshole. And I never knew, from one moment to the next, which Locke I was going to get.
The caretaker who’d insisted on rescuing me in Amsterdam?
The charming, witty, open man who’d told me stories and taught me Paxis last night?
The generous lover who’d pulled me into a closet and sucked my cock this morning?
Or the cold, ruthless businessman who treated the people in his life like chess pieces and didn’t seem to care when their feelings were sacrificed for the good of the game?
Every time I rebuilt my defenses, Locke would knock them down again.