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“Not like this. Ohhhhh!” I gasp. “That feels so fucking good.”
He’s relentless in his quest to pleasure me. He sucks, licks, and strokes me so that I don’t even recognize my own body. I am a quivering mass of nerves seeking release.
And Jude isn’t ready to offer me salvation yet. He keeps skirting my orgasm. It is a sexy and tantalizing game he’s liking way too much in my opinion.
Wearing my honey on his chin, he locks eyes with me in the faint moonlight peeking in, and that’s when I see the wicked intent in his dark eyes.
“Whoever he was, apparently he never met your clit. That little bud is just begging for my attention.” Holding my pouty folds open, he blows warm air gently over my pleasure nub and I know right then I can’t take anymore. My insides coil tight.
“What are you up to in here, Peyton?”
“I’m smuggling some gems,” I blurt. “Please, don’t stop. I’m so close, Jude!”
“What’s his name?” His fingers press into the skin of my thighs, holding me in place when I try to wiggle.
“What?” I am sure I’ve heard him right. Who? It is challenging to concentrate when he is doingthatwith this tongue around my pleasure nub.
Besides, how can he possibly know I’m not working alone?
“You heard me. What’s his name.”
Oh fuck. I need this orgasm more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. And Jude is stringing me along. The bastard.
“Later, please,” I beg, rocking my hips against his face.
“I doubt either of those is his name,” Jude says tartly. “Last chance.” Teeth sink into the tender flesh of my clit and I arch so far off the chair Jude slips both hands under my ass. It’s a delicate balance of pain and pleasure that leaves me utterly breathless.
“Conner,” I gasp, reaching a hand between my legs pet my clit. But no go. Jude is wicked fast and catches my wrist in his hand.
“Are you fucking this Conner, Peyton?” His voice is cold, hard, and businesslike.
“That’s what you want to know? Not about the jewelry?”
Jude’s laugh is dark. “I’ll get to that. But first things first. Are you sharing what I’ve claimed with this man?”
“No! Well, yes, we did a long while ago, but I broke it off. This is just a job. That’s all it is. Only a job. He threatened me.”
A blast of cool air hits my pussy, and my legs fall closed. “Come on, we’re leaving. We can’t talk about this here.”
I’m partially hanging off the chair and he’s there helping me to my feet.
“What about your performance?” I ask, remembering the other reason we are here. Not to mention I am wound tighter than a top. At least he can finger-fuck me to give me some relief.
“They can live without my version ofHappy Birthday.” Jude looms over me.
“Are you sure?” I ask, trying to buy some time. I grip the sides of the desk, feeling dazed and not at all sure I can walk.
“We’re leaving.”
I stay where I am, getting my bearings after what just happened, stunned by the fact my bare ass was on the host’s fancy study chair.
“Wipe your girl cum on the pillow.” His voice is quiet, but I recognize the steel shot through it.
My mouth falls open. “You’re joking.”
“Peyton, this asshole would be only too happy to see you in prison so he can make a little insurance money. You didn’t think this piece of shit Conner guy had this lucrative deal fall into his lap out of thin air, did you? And you don’t think this study just happened to be unlocked when every other door in this mansion is just that...locked?”
Embarrassment rides me hard. I don’t know if I want to punch Jude, kick Conner in the balls, or cry.
