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Jameson snorted. “Money isn’t the problem. I have more than enough of that. It’s the owner. He’s an asshole and doesn’t want to sell, even though he’s making a loss every month. I’m just going to let him ride it out until he either declares bankruptcy or he’s forced to sell. Even if they repossess, I’ll just make the bank an offer they won’t refuse. It’s a matter of time.”
“A lot of things are like that,” I offered.
Jameson shrugged into his coat.
“What will you do with the new space?” I asked.
“There are endless possibilities,” Jameson said. “I was thinking something like a cabaret show could be new and different and draw another crowd.”
“Ladies dancing on stage for everyone to ogle at, but not naked. Just teasing, and the song-and-dance routine would be new,” I suggested.
“Or men. We could do ladies’ nights. Those are a lot more popular these days.”
“I like it,” I said.
“Yeah?” Jameson chuckled. “Well, it’s something to consider.”
“You could use it to turn people on, make them want more… and then the rest of the club is there to oblige,” I suggested. “A carrot dangling in front of their noses.”
Jameson turned to me, his eyes dancing with amusement.
“That’s a good idea, actually.” He stepped closer to me. “Does the idea of watching someone turn you on?”
I swallowed hard.
He followed up from his last question. “Or is it the idea of being watched?”
He inched closer to me, and I was painfully aware of the heat that radiated from him, the tension in the office grew thicker and thicker. I backed away from him, although I wanted to lean in.
Don’t get involved. Don’t get involved. Don’t get involved.
My back pushed up against the wood-paneled wall, and I was pinned against it, Jameson’s large body right in front of me. He was so close to me now, if I arched my back, my body would be right up against his.
“Jameson,” I breathed.
“I would watch you.” His voice was a deep growl.
“I would let you,” I answered, my voice barely louder than a whisper.
The tension between us was so thick now, the atmosphere a live thing that crackled with our combined need. Jameson’s eyes slid to my lips, and I willed him to kiss me.
He pulled back a little, warring with himself.
He doesn’t date. He doesn’t even sleep around.
“Jameson,” I started. I didn’t know what I was trying to say. Would I tell him it was okay, that I didn’t want him to stop? Ididn’twant him to stop, but it wasn’t exactly my place to give him permission for anything. Although if he asked… I would give him every permission to fuck me. Hard and fast.
His eyes locked on mine again, and an electric current jolted through my body, setting fire to every nerve. His eyes were pitch black and riddled with a primal hunger. He looked like he wanted to devour me.
Holyshit, that was exactly what I wanted him to do. I wanted him to—
When he pressed his lips against mine, I stopped thinking. He pinned me against the wall with his body and grinded his hips against me, and I nibbled his bottom lip. His tongue slid into my mouth, hot and demanding. He ran his hands down my arms, lifted them over my head, and pinned me to the wall.
As if I had anywhere else I wanted to be.
“Jameson,” I panted when he moved his head to my neck, and he kissed a line down to my collarbone, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. He nipped the skin on my collarbone, and I yelped, but the pleasure that came with the burst of pain only made me wetter, and I was about to melt into my panties.
Jameson growled low at the back of his throat, slid one hand down my body, and he cupped my sex with his hand. His fingers were strong, kneading me through my jeans, and Jameson latched onto my neck. He sucked the skin into his mouth, his tongue moving against my neck, and I cried out when he steadily increased the strength.
