Payback

“You are hot enough to burn, baby girl,” he murmured with approval, his hands finding the plump curves of my behind. “You’re going to put all those wanna-be hotties to shame.”

“You think I’m sexy?” I asked, biting my lip against a smile. “Or are you just saying that to play to my ego?”

Jameson cupped my mound through the thin leather mini. The heat of his palm burned with sensual heat. “I don’t say anything I don’t mean.”

And then he captured my mouth, kissing me deeply until I wobbled on my stilettos, needing to grip his shoulders to steady myself.

“I want to fuck you again,” he said, almost as if he were desperately holding onto his resolve. “You’re like a drug, baby. I can’t get enough.”

I knew the feeling. I wanted to refuse him but I knew that wasn’t going to happen.

So when he pushed me back onto the bed, I went willingly.

The bedding was already tousled from earlier. My bed smelled of sex and Jameson.

And I loved it.

I never could’ve imagined the feminine power between my legs if it weren’t for the way Jameson seemed helpless to stop himself when he was around me.

His hands roved my body as if he couldn’t get enough. His gaze was hot enough to sear.

And that mouth…

I arched against his greedy lips as his tongue burrowed between my dewy folds to lap at my core, playing ardent attention to the swollen nub that ached for completion.

I shattered easily beneath his tongue. He lapped at my juices, sucking the sweetness from my lips as if it were his favorite flavor.

There was something so sexy, so primal about the way Jameson consumed me as if he needed me to exist.

This was the stuff obsession was created from.

And we were quickly succumbing to the madness.

Jameson threw my legs over his shoulders and quickly impaled me, pinning me to the bed with that brutal length, giving me no chance to escape.

Not that I would.

Who was I kidding?

I was rapidly becoming ravenous for the feeling of Jameson inside me.

I craved his touch, his seed.

When he was inside me, I wanted to be part of him. Our bodies meshed together as if created for one another, even if nothing else in our lives made any sense.

Jameson groaned. The sexy sound traveling my nerve endings and electrifying every sense. “God, baby girl….you fucking feel so good!”

I thrilled at the total abandon with which he thrust himself into the act. He was an animal, clawing at me, punishing me with each flex of his hips, nearly bruising me with the intensity.

As if he were marking his territory.

As if I could fathom allowing anyone else between my legs.

Another orgasm began to build, threatening to shake a cry from my lips as I thrashed, gasping and crying with the force of it.

Jameson came first, spilling his seed into me, filling me completely.

I followed with a keening cry that shook me to my core.

Sweat beaded my forehead.

Jameson, still embedded inside me, eased my legs from his shoulders and then pressed me into the bed with his body.

I liked the feeling of his big body against mine.

It felt like safety.

And that was something I’d never truly had the pleasure of enjoying.

Why I felt this way with Jameson I have no idea.

He was the last person I should feel safe with.

Maybe this was Stockholm syndrome or some variation of it.

He kissed me softly.

I moaned against his lips, unable to help myself.

“What are we doing?” I whispered.

Jameson sighed, pressing tiny kisses against my neck. “I don’t know,” he answered.

His honesty was a relief.

Jameson didn’t seem to be in a hurry to get off me but I liked the feeling of him on top of me.

As if the world disappeared and it was just he and I.

“I’m nervous about tonight,” I admitted.

“You’ll be fine,” he said, his gaze holding mine. There was something so intense about the way he held my stare, as if he could see into my soul.

Jameson slowly rolled off me and helped me to my feet. “Are you hungry?” he asked.

“Yeah, I could eat,” I answered, curious to know what he had in mind.

“I’m going to order a pizza. Got a preference?”

I shook my head. “I like anything.”

He jerked a nod and went to make the call.

Were we going to eat dinner together like a couple?

I mean, I knew we weren’t a couple but lines were plenty blurred as it was and I was confused as hell.

If I were smart, I’d give him the cold shoulder and discourage any more touching.

But the very idea of that left me cold.

How pathetic I turned out.

I saved my virginity only to lose it and turn into a wanton slut with the worst possible person.

“While we’re waiting for the pizza, let’s go over the details of the case,” he said.

“Can I change out of this ridiculous outfit?” I asked plaintively. “I feel ridiculous.”

“You look like a banging hottie but yeah, maybe it would be a good idea to change. Or else I’ll be fucking you again before the pizza arrives.”

I blushed and hurried to change even though I wasn’t opposed to another round. Jameson had made me insatiable.

Would I be this way with someone else?

I had no frame of reference.

As if reading my mind, he asked, “Why don’t you have a boyfriend?”

I could tell him it was none of his business, which would be true but I found myself wanting to share.

“I dated a little. But when I realized they were just going through the motions to get into my pants, I got turned off real fast. I wanted someone to want to get to know me before we ended up in bed.”

Although, now saying that, made me realize that I’d been holding out for nothing.

Jameson had gotten into my bed without so much as a dinner date.

If he felt a twinge of regret for how things had turned out between us, he kept it to himself. Maybe it was better that way. I’m not sure how I would’ve reacted to seeing Jameson apologize for something.

Seeing him as a human being would be dangerous.

For now, I could see him as a manipulative bastard who seemed to have some kind of hold on me, which would pass as soon as I was no longer under his thumb.

If I started seeing him as someone with hurts and dreams like anyone else…I might start feeling something deeper than was prudent.

“How about you? Dedicated loner?”

“Seems better that way,” he admitted. “My job isn’t really conducive to happy ever afters.”

“Speaking from experience?”

“Yeah, I guess,” he said. “I had a girl once. We were pretty serious.”

“What happened?”

“It ended.”

Either he didn’t want to share because it was painful or he didn’t want to share something so personal with me.

I guess it didn’t matter one way or the other.

“Look, I know things are getting messy between us,” Jameson acknowledged with a grim look. “But as soon as this case is done, I’ll get out of your life and you’ll never have to see me again. You can go on with your business and forget this ever happened.”

“You know that’s not possible,” I told him, bemused that he would even suggest such a thing. “You took my virginity. I’ll always remember you.”

And he knew that.

Hell, he’d pretty much told her as much and she knew he wasn’t lying.

Every time she opened her legs for someone else, she would think of him.

It wasn’t fair.

I wasn’t even going to try and hope for a man strong enough to blot out Jameson’s memory — no s

uch man existed.

Jameson was a force of nature.

A tsunami of hot sex, need, brutality, and desperation.

How could anyone else ever compete with that?

The fact of the matter was…no one ever would.

I’d just have to find a way to be okay with that.

Jameson

The pizza came right at the perfect time. Sweat had begun to bead along my hairline.

There were too many questions crowding my brain, forcing logic and reason to take a seat.

The thing was, Ivy was an enigma. She created feelings and thoughts in me that I’d never experienced.

I tore into a slice, if only to occupy my mouth so I didn’t say something I regretted.