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From the corner of my eye, I recognized the proprietor of the venue hurrying to the foyer on his short stubby legs. He greeted us before sweeping his hand in front of himself to show us around the place. After a brief tour, while Cristo hugged Jewel’s side, we were ushered into a reception room set up with platters of food laid out on two large tables. Cristo knew how to get on my last nerve, but luckily for him, he was forced to leave Jewel’s side and join Cat at the main table.
I strategically placed myself near Jewel just in time to pull her chair out as she chose a seat. Realizing she was cornered, she gave me a long-suffering sigh and plopped down in the chair, which I smoothly slid into place before taking a seat beside her.
“Seriously, Nicu, you couldn’t find anywhere else to sit?” she spoke in a low voice.
“Now, why would I do that when I fully intended to sit beside you despite Cristo clinging to you like a second skin?” I queried.
With a snap of her teeth, she hissed, “He was not clinging to me.”
She blew a soft raspberry between her pouty lips that almost had me adjusting my burgeoning cock.
I fixed my sleeves and cuff links, placed my forearms on the table, and gave her a droll look. “Don’t pretend you don’t want me. It’s beneath you.”
“I’m not pretending. I don’t want you,” she snarled.
“I dare you to make me prove you wrong. What do you think I’ll find if I slip my hand up that short skirt of yours, hmm? You knew I’d be here, and yet you chose to dress like a slutty little schoolgirl, begging me to bend you over my lap and tap that sweet ass with a ruler.”
Tatum was close enough to hear me and choked on his sip of water.
Eyes darting to him, Jewel’s face went up in flames.
“Oh, shut up,” she snapped. “This may come as a shock to you, I know, but the world doesn’t revolve around you.”
“The world may not, but what you wear most definitely does,” I replied smoothly, eyeing a small beauty mark near one corner of her mouth that I wanted to suck between my teeth.
“Stop staring at my mouth,” she chided harshly under her breath. “It’s rude, and everyone can see.”
“Baby doll, my staring is the least of your worries,” I quipped.
“And get out of my phone. I know you’ve been messing with it, because each time I block your number, it miraculously unblocks itself,” she accused.
I gave her my most innocent expression, batting my eyes like I had no clue what she was referring to.
“I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re talking about,” I lied blandly, pulling my eyes away from her for an instant to nod thank you to the waiter who deposited a plate of food in front of me.
I heard a shushing from behind me, a sound any good son recognized immediately as a public chiding from his mother. The proprietor, a wizened old Romanian whom my mother knew from the old country had been going on about the dish I was supposed to sample.
I snapped my mouth shut and straightened up. From my side-eye, I caught Jewel suppressing a small chuckle.
“What a mama’s boy,” she crooned softly.
Eyeing my mother discretely over my shoulder, I responded quietly, “You have no idea.” I paused before continuing in a low, gruff tone, “But being the perfect son won’t stop me from riding you until your nails draw blood from my back.”
“You’re incorrigible,” she wheezed out, but once she’d recuperated from my outrageous statement, a smile lingered on her lips.
She was softening to me, even knowing full well that I’d fucked with her phone. It was a small miracle. Little things, from the way she’d dressed to the way she purposely ignored me, told me she was thinking of me. Each of them caught my attention and stirred the predator inside.
What I needed was the chance to be around her. If she spent time with me, I’d wear down her resistance. She knew it, which was why she refused to give me a chance. I may not be known for my charm, but I wasn’t a dolt either.
My lack of access to her had me going down a darker path than I had anticipated. I was no longer satisfied with watching her from afar. With the help of my guard friend at her dorm, I got access to her room while both she and her roommate were in class. I’d lain down on her bed, her rose-sugar scent invading my nostrils, tempting me beyond belief to pull out my cock and give myself a hand job.
It was a close thing, but I refrained and jumped off the bed to rummage through her stuff. There was a framed photo of her and her parents from when she was a child, smiling happily with the Mediterranean in the background. There was another of her and Cat in their graduation gowns.
I stalked over to her chest of drawers, spending way too much time playing with her panties. For a nineteen-year-old, she had quite a collection. That, along with her pink vibrator, left me salivating. I snagged the black silk thong from the day at the Hamptons as a memento and used it to fuck myself later that night, fantasizing that I’d sneaked into her room while she was sleeping and fisted my cock over her prone, nude body. That’s how she slept when her roomie wasn’t around. I’d spray my seed all over her high tits and soft belly, marking her as mine.
And mine, she would be, I promised myself.
I turned toward her, my lids dropping to half-mast, and let the lust pour out. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t retreat. And retreating was as good as a green light with Jewel, at least until she got over her guilt about Cat.
