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“How very specific.” He laughed. You want a real job with a boss?”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing. I was expecting you to say that you wanted to travel and live off your inheritance for the rest of your life. Wasn’t expecting you to want to work.”
“Well, I do,” I said. “Then again, if I ever do get the chance to, I’m sure I’ll have to change my last name, so my mother won’t be embarrassed about her oldest daughter earning her own money.” I envisioned the ugly, disappointed look my mother would have if that happened—the number of “emergency stress massages” she would have to book, and laughed out loud.
For some reason, I couldn’t stop laughing at the thought of her being miserable. I tried to cover my mouth, but I only laughed harder.
When I was finally able to stop, my cheeks flushed red at the “You’re fucking crazy” look James was giving me.
“Sorry,” I said. “I haven’t laughed like that in a long time. I don’t usually do that.”
“Don’t apologize,” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “I could listen to you laugh all day.”
“Do you really mean that or are you just flattering me?”
“I never say anything that I don’t mean…” He stood up from the bench. “Were you serious about needing some stress relief?”
I nodded. “We have a full-service spa in the west wing if you need some, too. It’s staffed twenty-four hours a day for my mom.”
He gave me a blank stare. Then he let out a low laugh. “Good to know. I was asking about stress relief for you, though.” He grabbed my hands, pulling me up and against his chest.
Still laughing softly, he kissed my neck—setting every nerve in my body on fire. He slid his hands down my sides and lifted the hem of my sweater. Lifting it over my head, he tossed it onto the piano bench.
Keeping his eyes on mine, he slid a hand behind my back and unclasped my bra with one smooth motion. Pushing it off my shoulders, he let the pink lace fall to the floor and pressed his mouth against my collarbone, then my chest. Groaning softly, he trailed his tongue between my breasts and sucked my nipple into his mouth.
I moaned as he took his time with each one—cupping them with his hands and sucking them so hard and thoroughly that I nearly lost my balance. As his tongue continued to swirl against my skin, his hands skimmed down to my jeans to unfasten the button.
Struggling to push the pants past my hips, he whispered, “I can’t give you what you need if you’re wearing these…”
I nodded, prepared to step back and kick the jeans off, but he bent low and pushed them down to my ankles. Looking up at me, he silently commanded me to step out of them.
I obliged and he kissed his way up my body, stalling when he reached my thighs. He pressed a kiss against my lower stomach, trailing his finger against the trim of my lace panties. Then, without warning, he yanked them off and let them fall on top of my bra.
He stepped back and looked me over, his gaze heated and needy. He pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his rock-hard abs and a well-defined “V” that I craved to explore with my mouth.
Before I could make my move, he stepped forward and kissed my mouth again, making me forget all of my thoughts at once.
He suddenly grabbed me by the waist and lifted me off the floor—carrying me onto the platform and setting my bare ass on top of the piano.
“Lay back,” he said, leaving a kiss on my right thigh.
I hesitated and he raised his eyebrow. “Kate, lay back…” He pressed his hand against my chest and slowly pushed me back until my back touched the cold wood.
Standing between my legs, he pushed them up until my knees were pointed toward the ceiling.
Without another word, he buried his head against my pussy and kissed the lips as thoroughly and deeply as he kissed my mouth.
He started sensuous and slow at first—gripping my thighs tightly so I couldn’t break his rhythm, but then his tongue began darting against my clit faster.
A lot faster…
I grabbed his head, used my fingers to pull at his hair—to make him slow down, but he was unfazed.
“Ahh…Ahh…James…” I cried out.
He ignored me, gently sucking my clit into his mouth—nearly pushing me over the edge. He let go of one of my thighs and caressed my nipple with his thumb, giving me two different types of pleasure at once.
My moans filled the room, a loud contrast to his soft licking and sucking.
“James…” I shut my eyes as my hips shook against the piano, as my pussy throbbed under the control of his greedy mouth. I grabbed at his hair a little harder, but it was no use.
