Please be there. Please be there. Please be there.
When I open the door, I find Jameson sitting on the floor, petting Fred, who gazes up at him with stars in his eyes.
You and me both, brother.
I decide there’s no point in playing shy and demure. I want this man with all my heart, and if that kiss was anything to go by, he wants me too.
"I should have kicked that guy's ass." Jameson stands, pacing back and forth like a caged lion.
I walk toward him, push him into the chair, and hike my skirt up to straddle him, locking him down with my body. His eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn't stop me.
Placing my hands on his shoulders, I wait. I'm not going to kiss him again. I sit on his lap, waiting to see if he's going to choose me or his anger. After a moment, he leans forward, resting his forehead on my shoulder. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him into my chest.
"Jameson, I've dealt with guys like him my entire life. They're a dime a dozen. Not worth the energy it takes to get mad."
Jameson’s face is pressed into me, so I can't hear his mumbled words. I make a soothing sound, petting the back of his head as I wait for him to calm down. After a moment, his entire body relaxes, and he wraps his arms around me.
"This is a big account for Violet, and I won’t ruin it because some guy is playing fast and loose with his upcoming marriage vows. Besides, the bride knows what she's getting into. She doesn't really want him. She just wants to be married."
Jameson pulls back, looking disgusted. "How do you know?"
I swallow hard. "Know what?"
"That she doesn't love him?" He looks so vulnerable, like a boy trying to understand how people work.
Because I know what love looks and feels like.I know because my heart burns for this man. I'm in love with Jameson. I've never been more sure of anything in my life.
I shrug to conceal the clamor of my nerves. "I have a sense for these things and can read people pretty quickly. I'd guess they were introduced by wealthy parents trying to pull strings and make a good match. It happens all the time. They’re committed to getting married, but he'll have his girls on the side, and she'll have the social clout, so she’ll look the other way."
I place my hand on his cheek. "Like you, for instance. The second I laid eyes on you, I knew you were a good apple. Maybe a few bruises, but that's what life does sometimes. Inside"—I put my hand over his heart—"you are sweet and delicious."
Jameson's gaze locks on my mouth. My heart races, ready to beat out of my chest. I don't know who moves first, but it no longer matters as our limbs and lips tangle. His mouth explores every inch of my sensitive neck, and my nipples harden painfully.
I break contact and reach for the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head, along with my bra. As if he knows exactly what I need, Jameson’s mouth latches onto my nipple, sucking the hard bud without hesitation.
I moan with relief as his tongue and teeth graze the tip. "Oh, God, yes."
He glances at me through his lashes before claiming the other breast. My chest heaves, and I grind my core against the hard bulge at the center of his lap.
"Fuck. I need to taste you." Jameson stands abruptly, lifting me in his strong arms as if it's no effort at all.
He strides quickly to the bedroom and sets me on the edge of the bed. I lie back with a sigh, ready for whatever this man decides to give me.
He rids me of my skirt and panties, dropping to his knees and burying his face in my pussy. Okay. No pomp and circumstance. Just action. Good.
I arch on the bed, gripping the back of his head as his tongue finds my clit. "Yes, yes,yes..."
Jameson pushes against my legs, holding me open to him. He presses his finger inside me, and I cry out, mumbling his name as he thrusts in and out of my soaked core.
"So fucking tasty," Jameson rumbles, watching me as he inserts a second finger.
My eyes roll back in my head as he fills me, his tongue circling my clit. I ride his face and hand, begging for more.
"That's it, gorgeous," he whispers against my sex.
The rhythm of his mouth and tongue as he sucks and releases my clit brings me closer to the edge. Suck, release. Suck, release. I let out little panting breaths, gasping for air. He's like my favorite sex toy. My legs shake as his thick fingers find my G-spot, and I sob out my pleasure, begging him to take me over the edge.
His teeth graze my clit… and I shatter, drenching him with my release as my orgasm practically blinds me.
