A Reclusive Heart (Hollywood Hearts 2)

One good thing came out of this horrible day, she got a day off. Granted she couldn’t do anything fun. They’d be stuck in their hotel rooms all day. If it got too boring she could always grab her laptop and head downstairs to the bar and have lunch. She had been planning to hit a bar tonight since they hadn’t had the chance to and she was dying to try it and not chicken out like she had at the club. With Nick by her side it should be a lot easier.

Speaking of Nick……

She looked up from the file she was working on to run an appreciative eye over the man as he sorted through folders on the desk. Maybe they could use this time to try out a few more things. After the incident in the limo last night they hadn’t had a moment to rest, relax, or more importantly, at least to her, to do it again. Thanks to him she’d been up half the night aching for him. Of course she used those hours wisely and got some work done. She finished editing a novel, finished her chapter early in her secret little project, and finished three chapters of her latest Vampire of the Heart novel. Now that she had some time she would like nothing better than to”I guess we’ll use this time to get some work done,” Nick announced, bursting her bubble as she watched him loosen his tie and sit down behind the desk without looking her way.

“Fine,” she grumbled, knowing she was pouting, but not caring. She moved to sit on the small couch but decided that if she wasn’t expected to leave this hotel room then she wasn’t going stay in this pretty, but uncomfortable, suite. “I’m going to change into something more comfortable to work in then,” she said, heading for the door connecting their rooms and eager to change into her flannel pajamas and order a hot fudge sundae from room service.

Nick didn’t say anything as she left the room and she didn’t expect him to.

When he was working it was pretty much impossible to distract him. Maybe she’d head downstairs to the bar now instead of waiting for lunch. She walked over to her bag to grab her flannel pajamas when the light pink and baby blue shopping bag that she’d forgotten about caught her eye.

Worrying her bottom lip, she shot a look over her shoulder at the closed door and then back to the bag. Could she really do this? Curious to see if she could make Nick lose his cool she decided that yes she really could. With an excited little giggle she grabbed the bag and ran into the bathroom.

******

When Jamie walked into the room he didn’t bother looking up from his computer. He needed to figure out a few backup plans just in case this bad weather followed them on their tour. He was just about to ask Jamie how she felt about hitting Texas when a flash of white caught his eyes. Not really thinking much of it he looked up and nearly choked on his tongue at the sight before him.

Before his mind fully registered the fact that Jamie was wearing the short white silk and lace number that made him harder than steel at the store he was getting to his feet and tearing off his tie and shirt. When she bent over in front of him to pick something off the coffee table he stumbled when he got his first look at her bare ass. If he hadn’t already been hard that would have done it.

“Get on the bed and spread your legs,” he bit out, uncaring that he was barking orders at her or that she was still new at all of this. He wanted her and he was damn well going to have her.

He could have kissed her when she did exactly what he asked without any hesitation. When she laid back on the bed and spread her legs he noted the blush that crept up her cheeks, but he was helpless at the moment to reassure her that everything would be okay when the only thing he could focus on at the moment was the neatly trimmed moist curls between her legs. He toed off his shoes and dropped his pants, uncaring that were going to get wrinkled.

His underwear were barely pushed off by the time he crawled onto the bed and buried his face between Jamie’s legs. The sharp cry of pleasure she released when he swiped his tongue over her cl*t pleased him so he did it again and again as he ran his hands all over her silk encased body. By the time she started screaming his name he on top of her, grinding his erection between her wet slit and he took her mouth in a hard brutal kiss that she eagerly welcomed.

The moment he came he realized that they wouldn’t be getting any work done today. The realization would have normally pissed him off, but today it only pleased him.

******

He gritted his teeth and forced himself to breathe as the torture continued.

Just as she took the tip of his c**k into her mouth and began working him into a frenzy she’d stop and test his control. She’d been doing this for twenty-three minutes and ten seconds now.

When she shyly asked him if she could take him into her mouth he’d nearly groaned wondering if Christmas had come early for him this year. It felt like years since he first imagined her sucking on him, but in reality had only been a few weeks. This morning when she showed up in his room in that barely there teddie he’d hoped and prayed that she’d do it, but had absolutely no intentions of forcing the issue. So when she offered all he could do was lie there dumbly and nod like an idiot.

He didn’t even question her need to work under cover as she did it. Truth be told, watching the shape of her head move beneath the pale green sheet while she worked him turned him on even more. Just then she decided to up her game by licking him from his balls to the tip and he had to stop himself from arching his back and silently demand that she take him in her mouth again. When she licked him again he felt himself relax that is until she stopped, again, and shifted around.

Jamie mumbled something, but he was too focused on the painful erection between his legs to pay attention. When she licked only to stop again he had enough. He really couldn’t take any more and wondered why she hated him so damn much to torture him like this. When he pulled the sheet away he received his second surprise for the day.

She had one hand wrapped around the base of his c**k as she frowned down at her phone. “I can’t tell if I’m doing this right,” she mumbled as she stared at her phone.

With a shaky hand he reached out and took the phone away from her and nearly groaned when he realized that his little recluse was watching an instructional video on her phone. The fact that she wanted to please him touched him in a way nothing else had. In that moment it didn’t matter that she had him hard enough to cause pain. All that mattered was his little recluse.

He tossed the phone to the side and reached out and cupped her face.

“Anything you want to do will please me, Jamie. You don’t need that,” he said, struggling to beg her not to continue with the start and stop torture. He didn’t want to hurt her in any way and he sure as hell didn’t want to make her feel bad. He would lie there for the rest of the night while she tortured him if that’s what she needed.