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This isn’t the first time I’ve heard this theory. There were times Paxton shared a similar sentiment.
“Jeremy? No. You’re just feeling territorial.” I take a step closer. “Do you need to mark me to make a point?” His eyes snap to mine and drag slowly down my frame, letting his eyes linger on my breasts before moving back up and over my head to scan the room.
“I don’t think going in the crowd without me is a good idea.”
“Do you want to come dance with me then?” I already know his answer but I want to tease him.
“Also, not a good idea.”
“You’re being difficult.”
“This place is a madhouse,” he retorts.
The back to back shots of tequila I took with Veronica are starting to hit me and it’s making me feel a little reckless so I turn on my heel without another thought and make my way to the entrance of our section. I feel him right behind me and then his arm reaches out to shield me from the people attempting to touch me. A path somewhat clears and I make my way through the crowd smiling and waving through all of the flashes.
Jeremy appears, standing in front of me and people go wild at the fact that they’re so close to their favorite on-screen couple. I hear people chanting for us to kiss or for him to propose or some equally romantic gesture. I roll my eyes playfully at the cheers when he leans down and whispers in my ear, “What do you want me to do?”
I shake my head. “Nothing.” I laugh because Jeremy and I never engaged in any fake PDA and I’m not about to start now. “I have to go to the ladies’ room.” I’m filled with excitement knowing that the VIP bathrooms are private and one stall and it would allow me some alone time with my man.
Jeremy looks over my head assumedly at Damian, “I’ve got it. I’ll take her,” he says, and Damian steps between us probably because he doesn’t know what Jeremy is talking about or more importantly where he’s taking me.
“No, you don’t. I think you’ve forgotten how this works,” Damian says.
Despite the dull roar of the club, I hear the bite in his tone and if I wasn’t starting to feel a little drunk, I might try to diffuse the situation.But I want him a little keyed up. I want him to not care that we’re in public and fuck me in the restroom because he’s jealous and wants to remind me who I belong to.
I didn’t forget but I love his caveman side and I’m happy to see him starting to surface.
“Relax, Hunt. She’s just using the bathroom.”
“It’s fine, J. I’m good. I don’t need two escorts.” I laugh, trying to insert comedy into the situation when I know Damian is feeling anything but humorous.
He nods, looking at Damian and then back to me. Five years of friendship, and close to five drinks tonight and I’m not totally sure I understand the look he’s giving me. Luckily, I don’t have to give it too much thought when Derek shows up with a beer for him and says something in his ear that I don’t hear.
“They want us for pictures. Can I steal your man for a bit?” Derek jokes and I roll my eyes, trying to bite back the smile that Damian is probably seething behind me.
“Go, please. Get out of my hair.” I wave them off.
Some of the crowd follows them, and though some follow me as I make my way towards the restroom, they stop once Damian closes the curtain behind us that has its own security in front.
I don’t say anything as we make our way down the long hallway of one stall unisex bathrooms. The bathrooms all have doors that go from floor to ceilingfor a reason,and I open a vacant one and walk inside. It’s not huge but large enough for a toilet, sink, and a small loveseat in the corner. It’s clean and smells of lavender. Damian settles in front of the door, his back to me and I let out a loud sigh.
“Get in here!”
“No,” he grunts.
I grab his arm and tug as hard as I can but he doesn’t move an inch. “Please,Daddy?” I purr, hoping this will break him and sure enough he tenses before looking around, probably to make sure the hallway is empty before he slips inside the dimly lit bathroom with me.
“Hi,” I say, locking the door behind him, and then I’m in his arms.
“Jeremy isnotyour man.” He leans down and growls in my ear, pressing a kiss to the space behind it that causes a delicious shiver to move through me.
I pull back and stare up at him. “I know, Derek sometimes calls him that when we’re all together because we’re together on the show. Derek is also hammered by the way.”
“I don’t give a fuck about what Derek said. Jeremy’s acting like he’s your man. Touching you,” he unties the bow at the back of my neck and the front falls forward revealing my naked breasts. “He kissed you.” He wraps his arms around me and rests them on my ass, pulling me harder against him, digging his erection into my stomach. “And then tried to press it about bringing you to the bathroom?” He grunts. “That’s my job.”
I let out a breath because the air is getting thick and hot between us and I know I’m not getting out of this room without an orgasm. “He’s not your man or your fucking bodyguard.” He pulls the rest of my jumpsuit down my legs and helps me step out of the pants, leaving me in nothing but four-inch Valentinos and black sheer La Perla underwear. His mouth drags up my left leg, nibbling the skin gently before his tongue darts out to draw circles on my inner thigh. “I’m both and it’s my fucking job to keep you safe.”
His words make me wetter and I squeal when he snaps my panties that are getting damper with each passing second against me. “Take them off,” I whisper and he does without hesitation, dragging the silky fabric slowly down my legs, careful not to snag them on my pumps before pocketing the wet material. He drags his nose through my slit and takes a deep breath, inhaling my scent and then allows his tongue to follow suit. “Fuck me,” I pant. “Please. Your dick.”
