“In the meantime,” she uncrossed her legs to give me a perfect view of her pussy, “I’ll do my best to find out more about the man who broke in. Possibly from Dane.”
I cut my eyes to her. “You can’t possibly be thinking of seeing him again.”
“I am.”
“If he didn’t get you in bed last night, he’s going to be expecting to a hundred percent the next time.”
“I promise you he was expecting it last night but I still managed to – ”
“Lara. As far as pulling fucked up shit, Dane’s the one who showed Jackson the ropes. And I’ve seen him enough times around beautiful women. He feels entitled to them and he’ll feel even more entitled with every piece of information he gives you,” I said between my teeth. “So while you did a good job finding out about the other phone, there’s no way in hell you’re going to meet Dane again and – ” My sentence cut off when she slid her fingers into her panties. Fuck. “Lara.” I glared as I watched her hand move in small circles under the thin, white lace. “Lara,” I repeated. But one breathy moan from her lips and I gave the hell up. Leaning back in my chair, I sneered, undoing my belt as I watched her arch her back and grind her pussy against her own fingers. Fuck, she was the sexiest thing I’d ever see in my life. There was no doubt about it.
“Are you unhappy with my work?” she asked coquettishly.
“No.” I smirked, my cock fighting against my pants. “You did good. I’m just not happy with the decisions you’ve made since. But I’m sure there are some things you could do to win back my favor.”
“Like?”
“Definitely keep doing what you’re doing right now.” I pulled my zipper down. “But I’d also like you to play with those fucking perfect tits of yours.” I got comfortable in my chair as I watched Lara bite back a sexy grin. Cupping her breast, she squeezed, gently first, then so rough I had to free my pulsing cock from its confines. I reveled in the way Lara’s eyes flew to my shaft, her lower lip swelling between her teeth as she rubbed herself harder. “Good girl,” I murmured, an arm draped over the back of my chair as I stroked myself, soaking in the unreal view. If I could, I’d spend every day watching Lara touch herself, every inch of her skin illuminated by sunlight in front
of a wall of twenty-foot windows,
“Are you close?” I asked her.
“Yes,” she panted.
“Then lay down for me.” I rose to my feet as she did as she was told. At the end of the long table, I watched her writhe on top of the shiny glass, raising her hips for me as I pulled off her panties and tucked them into my pocket. “Put your hands over your head,” I said, reveling in her little whimper as she gave a last, desperate stroke between her thighs before doing as I asked. Running my grip along my shaft, I felt the rest of the room fade away as I took her in. All I could see was Lara, her perfect, naked body on display just for me. “Now spread your legs.”
I groaned as she did, arching her back and presenting me with the slick, smooth pussy I couldn’t wait another second to feel my cock inside. So with one pull, I had her at the edge of the table with her legs on my shoulders. As I tore open the condom with one hand, I teased her clit with the other, rubbing my helmet up and down the length of her wetness. “Please, I need you inside me, Jake,” she breathed. “Please, Jake, I – oh God,” she gasped when I slid my first few inches inside her, her hot, unbelievably tight walls throbbing around my thick rod, squeezing me like a vise. My jagged breathing was a growl as I watched her squirm for me, savoring the moment I’d been waiting far too long for.
And without another word, I sunk the length of my cock inside her.
Chapter Twelve
Lara
I changed upstairs while Jackson hosted our friends in the dining room. They had all come over for some food and a toast – or three – before we all headed off for the grand opening of the Monarch Hotel.
I was fastening my earrings in front of my vanity when I made out the sound of Jake’s arrival. My heart beat faster the second I heard his voice, my dress feeling suddenly too tight as I flashed back to yesterday, on the thirty-fourth floor of the hotel. “No one else can do this to you.” Jake’s raspy words replayed in my ears as my breath grew shallow under my cutout bodycon dress. They had growled in my ear as he plunged into me, every thrust deep and hard from the start, getting me so incredibly wet I could hear the sounds of him plunging in and out. Holding my both my hands above my head – with just one of his – he had pounded me endlessly. Mercilessly. And I’d loved every second of it. He had dominated every last inch of my body and it had been breathless, blissful delirium. The full body release I didn’t know existed.
And I had nearly come again from watching Jake’s ferocious orgasm. His muscled body had caged over me as he roared, pumping to a finish inside me before collapsing onto my body, still in a state of euphoria as he murmured in my ear. “You’re mine, Lara. You belong to me and only me.”
I couldn’t deny it.
There was no other explanation for the fact that I was living a nightmare yet still rose every morning feeling okay. Sometimes even with a vague smile on my lips. When I wasn’t in Jake’s arms, I dreamt about him. I dreamt about the sand my toes would sink into as he walked me across his favorite beach. I dreamt of the breeze that would blow my hair past my shoulders as he kissed me on his boat, in the middle of the sea. Amid the chaos, he was the only thing that kept me standing on two feet. I couldn’t think of any reason why I wouldn’t belong to him, and I couldn’t fight the realization that floated through my body as I gazed at my reflection in the mirror.
I loved Jake.
“Babe.”
I gasped when I heard Jackson’s firm voice. I opened my eyes to find him standing behind me, smiling as he gazed at me through the mirror.
“God, I always picture how you’ll look in these dresses when I buy them,” he murmured, drinking his scotch. “But you always wind up looking better than my fantasies, which is fucking ridiculous.” He laughed, nodding out the door. “Come on, babe. Come downstairs with me so I can show you off.”
“Can you give me a second, Jackson?”
“No. It’s imperative that I get to parade your body in that sexy fucking dress now. I know you’re not going to be happy to hear this but Dane’s here, and he’s already asked where you are.”
My body went cold. I froze, staring at Jackson through the mirror. “What? I thought you guys weren’t friends anymore.”