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“Maybe,” I said.
Nadia walked to the door, and I let her out before I climbed the ladder to the loft where I slept. I pulled off my clothes. The sex in the club flashed before me. A man and a woman fucking on the platform. A couple of people watching, their hands in their pants, sharing in the pleasure they saw.
My body tightened, and lust welled up inside me.
I rolled onto my back and pushed my hand between my legs. My fingers found my clit, and I was already wet.
I envisioned the couple of the platform as I ran my fingers over my clit, drawing lazy circles, working myself up.
Suddenly, it wasn’t a random couple on that platform.
It was Jameson and me.
His large, naked body, muscular and perfect, pinned me down, and my legs were wide for him. I quavered, rubbing myself faster, and I imagined his thick cock sliding into me. His onyx eyes locked on mine, and he fucked me hard and fast with everyone watching, their moans and cries melding with mine as Jameson pounded into me.
I whimpered when the orgasm rocked through my body. Warmth washed over me, and I curled into a ball, rolling onto my side as pleasure rippled over my skin, my muscles contracting involuntarily. The orgasm was a hot wave of pleasure that made me melt into a being of need, and I wished it wasn’t just a fantasy that someone would fuck me.
I wanted to be fucked for real.
Not just by anyone, either.
By Jameson.
I entertained the thought for only a moment longer before I retrieved my fingers and tucked the blanket under my chin.
Sex with Jameson would never happen. Ajobthere for much longer wouldn’t even happen.
What’s your fantasy?
I’d said I didn’t know, but Iknew.
6
JAMESON
Oaklee Gilbert.
When I woke up the next day, her name was on my lips, and my mind was full of her.
It wasn’t normal for me to be this drawn to someone. Sure, I was attracted to women, and I could stare at them in the club for hours. Women were a real treat. I just loved the opposite sex. This was different, though.
I hadn’t gotten around to seeing her when she’d just arrived on Thursday night, which had been the plan. She’d ended up in my office anyway. She’d been drawn there, as if by some force of nature. When I’d laid my eyes on her, that tug inside me had been stronger than ever.
The photo I’d seen of her in her file hadn’t done her justice, either.
She was a vision to behold. Her flame-red hair came alive, dancing with a subtle power, and her hazel eyes danced with the kind of wisdom that came from living a tough life.
I knew what it looked like because my sister, Delaney, had eyes like that, too. Of course, her eyes had been blue, like mine and Carletta’s, but I recognized an old soul when I saw one.
This one was trouble. I had to stay away from Oaklee if I wanted to hold onto any shred of self-control. When I’d found her in my office, her scent had damn near driven me crazy. It had been laced with arousal, but her animal had called out to me, and I’d nearly kissed her.
I didn’t do kissing. I didn’t do anything physical, and most of the time, it was easy to push the urges away. With Oaklee, the only thing that came easy was being around her, and I could just imagine her horizontal underneath me, her fiery hair spread out over my pillow.
Damn it, I really had to stop this.
I forced the thoughts of her away and left my large garden through the back gate that led into the forest behind the mansion.
This land also belonged to me, but it was marked as a nature reserve, and that was exactly how I wanted it. No one came in here to cut down my trees or bother me while I needed to be alone.
