An Escort for Christmas

“This has nothing to do with money.” He pulled away and threaded his hand through mine. “And everything to do with the fact that I want you with me on Christmas. And it isn’t up for debate.”

I looked up at him and chewed on my lip. I knew I should tell him I couldn’t go through with it. With the charade. For my self-preservation, I should walk out that door and never see him again. But I couldn’t. So instead, I just nodded, letting Jameson have his way.

Chapter Twenty

When we got to the house, the entire family was waiting up for us. I felt guilty for the worry all over their faces and the genuine tears in Lily and Julia’s eyes. Even Jameson’s father showed concern as he watched them engulf me in hugs and fuss over me unnecessarily.

“I’m okay,” I assured them. “It was just a small accident.”

“Oh God, Harper.” Julia shook her head. “I was so worried about you.”

Tears sprang to my eyes at the emotion in her voice. The motherly concern I hadn’t felt in so long. I crushed her in a hug and apologized for leaving the way I did.

“Alright mom,” Jameson spoke gruffly as he tugged me against his side. “I’m taking Harper to bed now, it’s been a very long day and I’m sure she’s exhausted.”

“Right, of course.” She wiped the mascara from beneath her eyes. “Get some sleep, sweetie. Let me know if you need anything. Anything at all.”

Lily hugged me one last time and then Jameson was helping me up the stairs, his hand around my waist as though I might tumble over at any moment. The moment we were inside the room, I opened my mouth to tell him we should talk. But he was on me before I even could.

“Christ, Harper.” He pulled me against his body and wrapped his arms around me in a protective cocoon. “You scared me. I thought that you were really…” He cleared his throat and his eyes were glassy when he continued. “Please don’t ever leave like that again.”

“What do you mean?” I asked. “We only have two more days together.”

He ran a hand through his hair and shook his head in frustration. “Is that what you want?”

I looked away. Because I didn’t want him to see the vulnerability in my eyes. The truth.

Jameson grasped my chin and brought my gaze back to his.

“It’s not what I want, Harper,” he said in a rough voice. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I know I’ve been a dickhead, and I’ve handled everything wrong, but…”

I cut him off by wrapping my arms around his neck and crashing my lips against his. Jameson groaned against me and started to clutch at my dress frantically, searching out the zipper. I did the same to his clothes, desperately trying to free us from our fabric cages. I needed to feel his body against me. To feel him inside of me again.

“Are you sure about this?” he panted as he kicked off his jeans. “If you’re too sore, I understand.”

I glanced down at the erection straining against his briefs and grinned. There was no way in hell I was turning that down.

“I’m sure,” I said.

Jameson grunted and carried me to the bed, laying me down before him and lowering his body over mine. He tore off his briefs and didn’t even bother with a condom, stroking his cock in his hand before he positioned himself at my entrance.

“I can try to be gentle if you want,” he said in a strained voice. “But right now I just want to bury myself in you and forget…”

“That’s what I want too,” I assured him. “We have all night to be gentle.”

Jameson entered me with an agonized sound in his throat and brought his lips to mine, kissing me in a frenzy of passion and slamming his hips against me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and met him thrust for thrust, my hands digging into the flesh of his back as he fucked me hard and fast.

His palm reached down between us and toyed with my clit while he worked us both closer to the edge.

“I’m not going to last,” he grated. “Fuck, you feel too good, Harper. I need you to come with me, baby.”

“Yes!” I cried out, arching my back against his chest. “Oh God, Jameson.”