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)
“Are you into anything illegal?”
I didn’t want to lie to him, so I hesitated, trying to find the right words.
“Correction,” he said with the barest smile. “Are you into anything nefarious?”
“No,” I said quickly. “Never.”
He studied me as if my face were a lie detector. I tried to show him with my expression what I couldn’t put into words.
“What am I missing?” he breathed, almost to himself. His eyes were still on me. “If you don’t tell me, I can’t help you.”
Jett pushed me onto my back and moved until he lay on top of me, his knees to either side of my waist and his cotton-covered cock brushing mine. My hands went to his ass to pull him closer.
“I’m not sure you can help, baby,” I murmured before turning to kiss the inside of his elbow.
Why did I feel better simply because he was here with me? Having him within arm’s reach was an immediate balm to the tension that had been riding me all day.
His eyes were wide, lips plump in their usual bow shape.
“You called me baby.”
I snorted. “No, I didn’t.”
“You did. You called me baby.”
Heat flooded my face. “I… no. I wouldn’t have.”
Jett’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t need to be a dick about it.”
He started to climb off me, but I grabbed him to keep him there. “Wait. Please. Just wait.”
He sighed and slumped, as if giving up. I hated to see his disappointment. In part because I believed him. I probably had said it. Let it slip, rather. I just shouldn’t have.
I shifted to sit up, still holding him in my lap. “Don’t go anywhere,” I said softly. “Please.”
He stayed in my lap but straightened and crossed his arms over the shirt he’d pulled on. I noticed absently it was my favorite, the one Celeste had given me this past Christmas as a joke. It had the company logo on the chest, but instead of Maris Holdings, it said Maris, Hold Me. It was a joke from when we were kids and she’d misunderstood the company’s name.
I nudged his arms away from his chest and traced the logo over his chest.
Then I told him the story behind the shirt.
While I told him about my sister, about the months we’d let her get it wrong and other memories of her as a child, Jett listened with those denim fucking eyes trained on me like I was important. Like what I had to say was worth listening to. Like Santiago Alvarado was nothing.
“She calls me Johnny,” I said, adding a non sequitur. “Like you have.”
He chuckled. “Does she?”
I nodded and traced the logo again, enjoying the way it hardened his nipple. “Sometimes.”
Jett leaned forward slowly and dropped open-mouthed kisses along my jaw, my throat, my cheek and forehead. By the time he made it down to my shoulders, I was breathing heavily and hard as a rock.
“Can I fuck you?” I asked, hope like a fragile balloon in my chest.
He bit his lip and smiled. “You make it sound like I’d be doing you a favor.”
“You’d be doing me a very, very big favor,” I said, feeling the joy of bantering with him.
He opened his mouth, and I knew he was going to make a joke about being on the clock, about being well compensated for having sex with me, but I didn’t want to hear it. I put my fingers over his lips.
“I want you to want it,” I said, feeling pathetic. “Not because—”
Jett yanked my hand away and leaned down to kiss me, holding my face in place. He kissed me hard before pulling back. “I have never done anything sexual with you I didn’t want to do, Locke. I promise. If you’d offered me zero dollars to come here with you, I still would have agreed.” He huffed. “Maybe even faster.”
I held the back of his head and kissed him again, relishing the feel of Jett and his words. I trusted him. For once, I didn’t worry he was telling me what I wanted to hear. Maybe I was a fool. Maybe I was just like all his other sugar daddies who’d fallen for pretty lies.
But I didn’t think so.
I was finally able to admit that there was something different about our connection. If he were only with me for the money, he wouldn’t have been as upset by the ups and downs this week as he had been. I’d seen his frustration when I’d dismissed him. He had to be used to being dismissed by other powerful men, but it was different with me. At least, I liked to think it was.
I sat up and rolled him onto his back, pressing him into the mattress with my hips. “I want you. Badly.”
His eyes warmed, and his cheeks darkened. “Then what the fuck are you waiting for?”