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“Don’t talk…” he blurted out. “Not one more word…You’re much better at non-verbal communication, and I need it right now! I need you to stop talking…just be with me now…no holding back tonight,” he demanded, reaching for the stove and turning two knobs off. “This can wait. Take the dress off. I only want you in those boots and the jacket…”
“Jake, I’m not on…and I don’t have any…” she whispered self-consciously. She’d gone off the pill a few months ago after years of taking it to decrease the number of days she was on her period because she couldn’t be booked as an escort during that time.
“We’re covered,” he said, upending the bag on the counter and letting the contents spill out: a small bag of marshmallows, graham crackers, a chocolate bar, and a sleeve of condoms.
“What the heck?” jumped out of her mouth.
He cocked his chin, winking. “That right there, Sweets, is the makings of the perfect date.” He grasped her hand, pulling her toward her room. “Let’s get you out of this dress…” When they got to her room, he wanted to throw her on the bed and dive into her, but he had other plans. “Where’s my lucky jacket?”
She pointed to the closet, but as soon as he opened it and she heard his guttural gasp, she regretted it. Damn it, she’d forgotten about all those formal dresses. She would definitely be getting rid of them.
So simple may have been a leap, he thought, looking at all the sparkling material, obviously high-end dresses, hanging on one side of her closet. “Um, Sweets….the jacket?” he choked out, trying to recover.Why in the hell not tell me she’s modeling couture formal wear as well?
“Yes, right behind the door on the…the dresses…are um…”
He held the jacket up, stalking toward her. “Never mind. I’m focused onthisagainst your bare skin. You can add the dresses to the ‘things’ we need to talk about…obviously, you’re doing more modeling, but right now, I need you to model this and the boots and meet me in the living room.” He started walking out of her room, a deliberateness to his step. “Nothing else, just that jacket and the boots,” he groaned.
“The real you,” he grumbled to himself, walking into the living room. The image of her face layered in makeup, diamonds dripping from her body, with that Miami guy hit his brain…Fuck, he thought,don’t do this, Jake. This is you and her. It’s you she’s with now, it’s you she jumped up and down for, it’s you she cooked this food for,he thought as he opened the bottle of champagne. More importantly, it’s you that will be making her beg and scream, and it will be your name she shouts as she comes over and over.
Slowly, she pulled her dress over her head. He’d seen those damn dresses. Another explanation…just throw it under modeling, but for what? No one wears dresses like that save the Oscars or Cannes or when you are an escort to some of the wealthiest men in the world.God, Jake, there’s so much you don’t know, she thought, throwing her dress on the bed before slipping on the white leather jacket, the smooth, cool leather waking up her naked body.
“Damn, if you aren’t every man’s (wethe kept in his head) dream,” he said with a tight jaw, boots off, no shirt, his buckleundone as if he was in the middle of undressing. “Sip.” He extended a flute to her, watching her chest rise and fall rapidly. “That jacket. When I bought it, I thought of it asyourlucky jacket. Who knew it would turn out to bemylucky charm?”
“Who knew?” she said through a smile, trying not to focus on the open belt buckle and the bulge pushing against his zipper. Resting her hands on her bare hips, adopting the sultry tone she’d learned to use as Marietta, knowing tonight might be the last night for them. She grew more determined to make sure he didn’t forget her, even if he walked away, she’d assure this night seared into his psyche. “So, Mr. Skyler…your call sir…”
He stopped mid-sip, jaw twitching, eyes hooded, as he took in the sight before him. Was she offering herself to him without reservation? The truth is he wanted it all, to own every part of her, to be the man that claimed every hole, to make her desire things that she hadn’t done with anyone but him. “Carte blanche, Ms. McCarthy?” He had a plan but if she was suggesting he could go anywhere, that he could claim every piece of her, he’d alter his vision for tonight. His voice growly, he added, “Anything?”Damn if that wouldn’t be the fucking cherry on top. Based on the reaction she’d had when he’d spooned against her on his boat, he was pretty sure he’d be her first. Fuck that excited him. “Anything? You feeling really naughty? ‘Cause I’d love to take your ass…”
“I’m offering myself to you, but I’ve never…”
“Never?”
“No,” she said with a rush of air.
His chest was bouncing with rapid breaths, just the thought of getting to take her that way, then her confirming she’d never. He knew he was rabid tonight, and if he slid in her ass now, the charge running through him would become a nuclear explosion. With no prep she’d hate it. No, he needed her to derive intense pleasure from it so she’d want it again and again. “Not tonight.I’d need you prepped and don’t want you doing that just for me.” Lewdly, his eyes went to her hips. “Soon, soon…I’d love to be looking into those big green eyes, your legs in the air while I claimed your ass, knowing I was the only…fuck…”
When his gaze traveled back to her face, he chuckled at her red cheeks, half-mast eyelids, and the way her mouth fell open, no words, just shocked arousal. But damn he knew when a woman was turned on, and she was practically rubbing her legs together thinking about his cock entering her that way. “You’re picturing it, aren’t you? Me stretching you…”
She squirmed, feeling the moisture coating her outer lips. “Jesus, Jake—so what are you picturing?” Regaining a smidgen of composure, she added, glancing at his crotch, “Besides the anal thing…not sure I could take that…”
“We’d figure it out…you’d love it. I can tell how damn turned on you are just thinking about my rock-hard cock taking your ass…If I was a betting man, I’d say that cunt is flooded just from my words, just from the little visual that popped into that beautiful brain. Am I right?”
“You’re so dirty…” she whisper-groaned, her back hole flexing thinking about the buzzing butt plug Brielle had used on her.
He took another drink of champagne, peering over the glass. He had a treat for her and damn he was anxious to try what he’d been picturing.
Standing a few feet from her, he said, “Answer me…is your cunt soaking thinking about me taking you that way?”
“Yes…I’m probably…”
“Show me…spread your legs and dip your fingers into that sweet pussy…now.”
“Um…”
“This is how you answer, Sweets…‘Yes sir, Mr. Skyler…I am going to listen to you tonight, and if you tell me to touch myself,coat my fingers in my juice, and feed those fingers to you, I’m going to…obey’…” Internally, he chuckled with the last word, and her stunned expression. “Got it?”
“Yes, Mr. Skyler,” she said in a hushed voice, her eyes growing big as she stared at him; he wanted her to be submissive, to give herself to him, and her back stiffened, realizing she needed to tap into her Marietta persona, yet it was Rakell who was craving this, him, commanding her, Rakell, not Marietta.This turns me on?Shifting her feet to gain access, she kept her eyes trained on him as she slid two fingers inside herself. “Ahhh…” tumbled from her open lips.
“Soaked, aren’t you? Come over here so I can taste how that hot cunt responded to the picture of me filling that tight little asshole up.”
