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“What the fuck was that?” I snarl at her after the partition is closed so the driver can’t hear our conversation. Rage is making me incoherent and blind with jealousy. I was already in a bad mood from seeing Valerie, but what I just witnessed on the dance floor has taken me to another level.
“If you're referring to Sean kissing me, you need to ask him. He’s the one who kissedmeand wanted to dance,” she explains, but I’m seething that she agreed to dance with him. People will be talking tomorrow about their kiss, and it makes me furious that they are going to assume the worst. I can just see the headlines now from the tabloids about a love triangle.
“I don’t give a fuck about Sean, it’s your reputation I care about!” I snap and run my fingers through my hair in aggravation.
“My reputation? I thought the whole point in me being here tonight was to save your precious reputation,” she counters back, and it makes me feel even worse that she came here because of me. Any hit her reputation takes tonight due to that kiss was because of me. If anyone took videos or photos and uploads them to social media, it’s going to be plastered everywhere and hurt her career even more. Why did she not think of this before dancing with him?
“I’m not the one who looked like a slut kissing another man!”
The words are out of my mouth before I can even stop them, and I know I just made a grave mistake. I didn’t mean to imply she was a slut, and I should’ve never used that term. I was angry that she wasn’t thinking of what people were going to say seeing her dancing with him when she was at the premiere with me. Hollywood is ruthless and always looking for a scandal and unfortunately, they just gave them one on a silver platter. My anger should be directed at Sean, not Jenna since she’s the innocent bystander who didn’t know any better.
I’m a fucking asshole.
She stares at me in shock for a split second before she cries out in anger and starts hitting me. I let her take her fists to my arms because I deserve this. I deserve her wrath and I want her to let it out before I apologize.
“You asshole! I hate you!” she screams, and the tears start rolling down her cheeks. I can’t handle a crying Jenna. All I want to do is hold her and ask for forgiveness. I wish I could take back everything I just said, but the damage is done. I grab her wrist to try to get her to stop hitting me, but she starts to struggle harder. I don’t want to hurt her, so I loosen my grip and that’s when she takes me off guard by getting on top of me to try to get her hands free. The feeling of her body so close to mine and her hips pressing into my cock undoes me. I haul her against my chest and seal her mouth with my lips.
She freezes in surprise and as soon as I feel her softening against me, I sweep my tongue across her lips and when she opens for me, I invade her mouth. She kisses me back, matching every stroke of my tongue and I moan at the pure, sweet ecstasy of it.Yes, my body screams and I let go of her hands to grab her hips. She plunges her hands into my hair and tries to bring me closer. We are as close as we can physically get, but it doesn’t feel like enough. Every stroke of her tongue is like a spark being lit, swallowing me up in flames of passion.
I break our kiss and start trailing my tongue down her neck, sucking on her most sensitive points that make her pant out my name. She tugs at my jacket, trying to get it off my shoulders and I move forward so she can push it down my arms. I manage to free myself from the sleeves just as she rips open my shirt, the buttons popping off and flying everywhere.She spreads it open, leans forward and kisses a trail along my neck, making a path of hot destruction down my chest where she starts sucking on one of my nipples.
“Jenna,” I groan out in desire. I yearn to feel her bare flesh, so I trail my hands down her back and when my fingers reach her zipper, I quickly unzip the top portion of her dress. She kisses her way up my chest and goes straight back to my mouth.She nips at my bottom lip before slipping her tongue inside.
I start to pull down one of her shoulder straps then my hands cup her bare breasts. I squeeze her nipple gently between my fingers, and she moans against my lips. I pull away from her mouth and start sucking on her sweet, sensitive bud. She grips my hair in between her hands and whimpers in desire. She’s moving her core against my throbbing erection, the friction making her gasp. I can only imagine how wet that sweet pussy of hers is and I growl, needing to be inside of her. Jenna must feel the same way because her hands go to my belt and start unbuckling my pants. I feel the zipper being pulled down and I lean my head back and moan out in pleasure when she finds my cock and wraps both hands around me. She starts moving her hands up and down, her thumb grazing against my tip.
“Jenna, you’re going to make me come if you continue doing that,” I pant, and she starts rubbing my pre-cum around the head. Her hand disappears inside the slit of her dress and before I can blink out of my haze of desire, she’s engulfs me in her tight, wet core. I moan loudly at how goddamn amazing she feels. I’ve been fucking my fist for years now with the fantasy of her and it can’t even compare to the intensity of what reality feels like.
She moves down slowly and once I’m deep inside of her, she wraps her hands around my neck and brings her lips to mine. Her mouth opens and I thrust my tongue inside, deepening our kiss. She slowly starts to ride me but soon the pent-up hunger inside of her takes over and she bounces faster on top of me, her head thrown back in bliss.
Her core muscles start tightening around me and I moan louder, not caring if the driver can hear us anymore. “Fuck, Jenna, you’re just like how I remembered. You’re still so tight,” I murmur while cupping her breast and squeezing it. Her core starts gripping me tighter and I know we’re both going to come soon. Jenna deserves more than a quick fuck in the back of the limo, but we’re past the point of no return.
I wrap my arms around her and maneuver us to the carpet. Her legs wrap around my hips, and I thrust hard inside of her. I feel her nails dig into my ass and she grips me as I pound into her. “Fuck, I’m coming Jenna,” and as soon as the words are out of my mouth, she screams out my name and comes hard against me. My release explodes inside of her, and I collapse on top of her, my body shuddering from the intensity of my orgasm.
I smile into the nape of her neck, slowly coming down from my high. Sex with Jenna had always left me feeling like I was in another stratosphere. No one has ever come close to making me feel the way she does. She was meant for me and there’s no way I’m ever giving her up.
I turn my head and notice out the window that the car isn’t moving. We must already be back at the hotel. I move my head back toward her neck to kiss her when I feel her hands slide between us and push against my chest.
“Get up,” she demands, her voice anxious and upset.
I slowly lift up and look at her with concern. “Jenna, what’s—”
“Get off of me!” she yells and I’m in complete shock over this change in her mood.What the fuck?I lift off her and watch as she hastily sits up, grips her dress to her chest, grabs her purse and crawls over to the door. As soon as she opens it, she bolts out of the limousine. I quickly pull up my pants and button them, throw my jacket on and follow her out.
“Jenna, stop!” I call out her name multiple times, but she just runs faster away from me. She makes a beeline for the stairs and I head straight to the elevators, praying that I beat her up to our floor and can try to calm her down to find out why she’s so upset. Unfortunately, the elevator was the wrong choice because it made multiple stops along the way up since people were taking it up to the rooftop pool. Because I’m personally paying for her room, I have a key card to it. I let myself in to see if she’s arrived, and I quickly see her slamming the bedroom door. I stride toward it and start banging on it.
“Jenna, let me in! We need to talk!” I bang so hard on the door that the picture frames on the wall begin to rattle.
“There’s nothing to talk about! That was a mistake and will never happen again!” she shouts through the door, and I’m hurt that she called what happened between us a mistake.
“Open this door, Jenna!” I yell louder, getting angrier that she keeps shutting me out. There’s no way in hell that the passion I felt from her was a mistake. She wanted me just as badly as I wanted her, and we need to talk about what’s making her doubt us surviving as a couple.
“No! Please go away, Cal!”
My emotions start taking over and as usual when it comes to Jenna, I start to think unclearly. She needs to understand that she’ll never be able to shut me out of her life. She’s mine and I won’t let her ruin us because of the ghosts of our past.
From the sounds of her muffled voice, I know she isn’t close to the door. I start kicking at the doorknob and after a few hard thwacks, the door swings open and I enter her room. I see her standing in the doorway of her bathroom, looking at me as if I’m the craziest person she’s ever seen. I feel fucking crazy right now.
“If I want you, Jenna, no goddamn locked door will stop me,” I declare in a low, menacing voice. I look at her disheveled appearance and wild-eyed disbelief over my actions. I know talking tonight is not going to happen. Tonight was a lot for her and she’s an emotional mess running on barely any sleep. She needs to rest so she can be level-headed when we hash out what’s going on in the beautiful head of hers. “Go to sleep. We’ll discuss this in the morning.”
I don’t bother looking back at her as I leave her suite and shut the door behind me. I feel defeated but refuse to lose hope even though every time we take three steps forward, it feels like something forces us a thousand steps back.
