AllFreeNovel
Share Us
When I can’t go on, I grip his hair and demand, “Make me come already.”
Jameson likes it when I beg, now being no different. It always inspires him to fuck me with an intensity I can’t get enough of.
He lifts his face and moves up my body. Taking hold of one of my legs, he raises it and rests it against his shoulder. Keeping a firm grip on it, he thrusts inside me.
Oh. God.
Yes.
He finds a good rhythm, and I hold on tightly.
I cry out when I come. I’ve no idea what sounds come out of my mouth; I just know that Jameson fucks me so well that a lot of noise is made. I regret none of that noise.
He comes almost straight after me, staying in me for longer than normal.
When he finally pulls out, he drops a kiss to my lips, lingering there, eyes searching mine, and says, “So damn sexy,” before rolling onto his back and pulling me into his arms. Something he’s never done after sex.
I lie on my side, curling into him, and rest my head on his chest while tracing circles over his skin.
We lie in silence for a few minutes before I say, “Your share price has dropped.”
He takes a moment. “Yes.”
“Because of me.”
He doesn’t take a moment this time. “No, this is because of bullshit that has no place in business.”
“Yes, and that bullshit is all because of me.”
“Not all of it has to do with you. Someone in my executive team leaked information that has my investors concerned.”
“But it doesn’t help you to be linked to me, does it?”
“No, but I don’t want you to worry about this. I’m handling it.” His tone tells me he really didn’t want to answer that question.
“Jameson—”
“No,” he says so firmly and so finally that I know not to argue with him again. “We’re not having this conversation.”
I move so I’m straddling him. Bending, I kiss him before saying softly, “I hate that I’m hurting you.”
He grips the back of my neck and pulls my mouth back to his. After taking his time kissing me, he says, “This isn’t hurting me, Adeline.”
I stay where I am, keeping my eyes on his, torn between pushing this and letting it go. In the end, I let it go.
“Thank you for bringing me to Vegas today. I’m not sure I could have done this by myself.”
“You could have. You have more strength than any woman I know.”
“Sometimes even the strong need to lean on someone, Jameson. I’m grateful I had you to lean on today.”
Something about the look in his eyes and the way he brings me back down to the bed to lie next to him, wrapped tightly around him, makes me think he’s affected by this conversation in a way he’s not used to being affected.
And something about the way my entire being feels cherished makes me think I like this a lot more than I should.
22
Jameson
