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I must have nodded off, but the stream of light and the tall man slipping into the room wake me up. Rubbing my eyes, I try to focus.
“Are you hungry? We didn't eat much earlier,” Jamieson murmurs, sliding under the covers. He’s naked and my eyes lift to his in the dark.
“What is this place? What’s The Panel?” I ask as his hand runs up my side and cups my breast through the t-shirt I have on.
“This was a disused secret intelligence site.”
“Like MI5?”
“The one and only.”
“How do you happen to have it in your possession?”
“Because I’m a member of The Panel.”
I frown, thinking of Barclay. Are they all dodgy politicians? I ask as much and he laughs deeply before proceeding to enlighten me as to who and what The Panel is and what it stands for. He goes as far as educating me on who he is and what he does for a living. Not only is he successful in his own right, he was also born into a shadow government. Ruling from the fringes. Noted as Lords. It’s a lot to get my head around.
I’m holding his hand in mine, my thumb caressing the heavy ornate ring he showed me moments ago. It’s stunning. He proudly shared with me that it was the family crest. The ring is near black with faded gold detailing, a crown, wings, and a Latin inscription, all intricately carved amongst a shield.
Certare usque ad mortem.
Fight to the death.
“So you’re kind of a big deal, Mr Thayer?” I whisper as his hand moves away to run up my thigh and tug at my knickers. He whips them off and grins at me.
I’m not sure I truly understand the depth of this panel thing. I can’t help viewing it as some kind of cult. A very rich and powerful one.
I should run. Run and hide. But when Jamieson presses a light kiss to my mouth, I lean in, needing to be closer to him.
“I don't know, Birdie, am I?” He shifts and throws the quilt off, leaning to flick a switch on so the underside of most of the units light up, offering a muted glow.
I take the opportunity to pull the t-shirt over my head and shift to rest on my shins as he twists back around.
“You're a big deal,” I confirm, tracing my finger over his lips. His eyes are as clear and bright as fresh foliage, but when he is angry, they take on the eeriness of a haunted forest. Right now, they are full of hunger.
He groans in appreciation and thumbs my nipple before cupping my breast and drawing it into his mouth. Teeth graze the tight bud, and I whimper when his other hand slips between my folds.
“Fuck, baby, you’re drenched.” His thumb swirls and his tongue laps with an intensity. My hips jolt up, and Jamieson presses two fingers inside, working them in and out at a painfully slow pace. “For a good girl, danger sure as fuck turns you on,” he comments dryly, and I slap my hands over my eyes in embarrassment. Jamieson laughs loudly and flips us, so I’m straddling his lap. “I just bet you’ve got a right naughty streak.”
With him, I most definitely have. I know if he asked me to try anything right now, I'd agree.
“I wouldn't know,” I admit as he sinks to the hilt and begins controlling my hips. Simon wasn’t overly adventurous. Does it show? I blush, feeling stupidly inexperienced.
“I do. You're a fucking minx. You just had no one to play with. I'd love to fuck you somewhere very public. Where we can see the world pass by and they have no idea I’m fucking.” Slam. “This.” Slam. “Pretty cunt.”
His words alone have me slipping apart above him. I shudder and cry, and he lets me, watching me as he slowly thrusts in and out, my orgasm pulsing and ebbing between us.
“More,” I purr, lifting my hips and riding him. Jamieson grits his jaw and lets me take my pleasure from him. “Fuck me,” I gasp as I grind down his cock.
He doesn't, and I bounce harder.
“Jay, please.”
With a loud growl, he flips us both so I’m on my knees.
“You called me Jay,” he groans. Dragging me back onto his cock, he grips my throat and heaves me up. I gasp at how deep he is at this angle. “Birdie, you’re killing me here,” he grunts and using the leverage he has on my hips, he begins fucking me roughly. “Maybe I will fuck you in that hot-air balloon with the attendant on board.” He slams deep, holding himself still. “Fuuuuuck. I want every man to watch you come apart,” he pants, bouncing me on his cock. “They will be greedy for this wet cunt.” I choke out a moan as my sex flutters with unbridled desire at his dirty words. “And when they’ve seen every secret part of you, I’ll kill them for watching.”
