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No matter how much he hides himself from me, I still want him.
Slowly, I peel my lips from his, and I stare into his gaze. There is a rawness in his pupils, he’s letting his guard down just a little to let me in. I’m not going to miss the opportunity to take this version of him.
He picks me up, and I wrap my legs around him. He squeezes me tight like I’m his life jacket as he lays me on the bed. Without taking his eyes off me, he drags the hem of my dress up and slides my panties to the side. Jasper drops to his knees and places his tongue on my clit, licking me like he’s dying for a taste of me, as he strokes my clit.
I feel the moisture building inside my core and my nipples ache with need. “J-Jasper,” I moan his name as I slide my fingers through his silky hair.
He keeps his eyes trained on me, as if he’s silently letting me know that I’m his. Maybe my body is his, but not my heart. Never my heart.
Jasper continues to lick my clit, then slides one finger into me, then another one in my ass, and I grip the sheets as my toes curl and my heart picks up speed. Slowly, I ride his face, wanting to escape at the same time. Pressure builds inside of me, and my core tingles. I moan his name over and over again until an orgasm hits me like a tidal wave.
Someone knocks on the door at that moment, and Jasper yells, “What?”
“Toni from the bridal magazine is here for the shoot and interview. You guys are already ten minutes late.”
My eyes venture to Jasper’s erection visible through his boxers.
He eyes my wet core and licks his lips.
The person knocks again.
“Si—”
“We’ll be out in a minute,” Jasper yells, annoyed.
I’m glad that person interrupted us, because this would have been a huge mistake. The last time we slept together, there were no strings attached, but now our situation is too complicated and messy. I don’t need another headache, or more men-related problems. Just stick to what I agreed upon: don’t bang your hot fiancé.
I get up from the bed and fix my hair as much as I can while avoiding eye contact with Jasper. He wants this to be about business, but my body is not for him to use whenever he wants to get his dick wet. He’s not giving me the type of closeness I crave, so why am I allowing him to devour me like I’m his favorite meal? Truly, I can’t be this broken up inside that I’m going to allow my emotionally unavailable fiancé to use my body for his pleasure. I get pleasure too, but still. He enjoys eating me out more than I do sucking his dick.
He grabs my chin, forcing me to look up at him. Specks of gold colors his chocolate eyes, making him more beautiful. “We’re not finished.”
I shake my head for him to release me. “Yes, we are. This is business, so let’s keep it that way. Pleasure and business do not mix. You should know that since you’re a businessman.” I lace up my shoes since there is no way I’m wearing heels again. I’ve been wearing them all day and my feet hurt. “You use me when it’s convenient for you, and when I try to get close to you, you push me away,” I snap.
How can my own words sting me more than him? His face is devoid of emotion and if he’s feeling anything, he doesn’t show it.
“I didn’t sign up for this.” There is a bite in his tone.
“Sign up for what?”
“For me to like you,” he whispers.
My eyes lock with his, and he steps back.
We don’t say anything for a beat or two, soaking in the tension that’s between us. For the first time, raw emotion shines in his eyes as if he’s torn.
His words warm my heart, but I don’t know how to respond. He likes me in a way a boy develops a crush, and I’m not going to lie, I’ve been crushing on him since the moment I laid eyes on him last year, but that doesn’t change the fact that he won’t open up to me. It’s not good enough for me to put my feelings on the back burner and give myself to him because if I do, then I’m the one who will be stuck with a broken heart forever. The worst part, I’ll be stuck with him for the rest of my life, and I don’t want that.
He’s not worth the risk.
Without a word, I grab my designer purse and exit the bedroom.
My phone dings so I fish for it out of my purse. It’s a text message from Sophia and my heart leaps in my chest as my hands shake. We haven’t spoken since I found out that Tate had hit her—we haven’t spoken about her outburst.
Sophia: Mom told me she’s not going to make it to the engagement party.
My heart sinks like a ship. At this point, she won’t come around, and me marrying Jasper will be for nothing.
Poppy
