“No. I have nothing to say to you.”
“I don’t need you to say anything. I just need you to listen.”
She tried to close the door. I stopped it with my foot. “Move it or lose it,” she said.
“No. I’m going to say this. I owe you an apology. I treated you like shit. I had no right to make this offer to you and I sure as hell didn’t have a right to impose myself on you. I’m sorry. I can’t tell you how sorry I am I made you feel bad. That was never my intention. I would never purposely hurt you. Things got carried away. I have never had these kinds of feelings for anyone. I didn’t know how to handle it and I ended up handling it poorly. I never expected to have feelings for you. It got in the way.”
She stopped trying to push me out the door and looked into my eyes. Her green eyes darkened. I could almost hear my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn’t believe I said all of that out loud. I was glad I did, but it left me feeling like I was standing naked in front of a speeding freight train.
I was going to get creamed and it was going to hurt like hell.
Chapter 38
Paislee
I blinked as I stared into his eyes. I saw that same emotion I saw that night from the piano. He was looking at me with a combination of fear and adoration. I knew that look very well because that was how I felt when I looked at him.
Could it be?
“Feelings?” I whispered.
He slowly nodded. “Yes.”
“You developed feelings for me, so you decided to act like a total asshole?”
His lips quirked. I didn’t trust the words. It could just be another line. I was not the kind of woman he would fall for. I desperately wanted to believe him, but practicality kept me from leaping into his arms and declaring my love.
“I told you, asshole is my default.”
“That’s not an excuse.”
“No, it isn’t and I promise I will never use it as such. I just need you to know I do care about you. I care about you more than I have ever cared about anyone. The feelings are a little confusing. I feel like I have to be near you all the time. I feel like I can’t breathe properly when you aren’t around me. These last few days have been hell. I’ve not been able to sleep. I don’t want to lose you.”
“Really?”
“Paislee, I’m not lying. I’ve never lied to you. I’ve been brutally honest. I know that hasn’t always been pleasant, but I’m not feeding you a line of bullshit. I’m serious.”
“Wow. I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything. Just give me a chance to show you this is real. I’ll do whatever you want. I want to wine you and dine you. I promise I won’t make a move on you.”
“Well, I don’t think we need to go that far,” I said with a smile.
He looked at me with hope in his eyes. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying, somewhere along the line, I fell for you. I fell for the man that took my virginity and I was certain those feelings could never be reciprocated. It freaked me out and it pissed me off.”
“Oh, they are so reciprocated,” he gushed. “I swear, tenfold.”
“So then if I gave you my virginity and this is real, all hope isn’t lost.”
“Hope for what?” he said with a sexy grin. He was teasing me.
“You know what.”
“Do you mean you would actually consider turning this fake engagement into a real one?”
I put my hand on his cheek. “I would definitely consider it.”
“What would one need to do to make you look at that ring and consider it a real engagement ring?”
“Well, for one, this ring was pretty much tossed at me and I was told it was nothing special.”
He laughed. “You’re right. That’s not the ring but can we use it as a placeholder?”
“I think I could be amenable to that.”
“Paislee, there is a lot we need to talk about, but I can’t be this close to you and not want to kiss you.”
“Then why aren’t you kissing me? We can talk later.”
I saw the relief in his eyes. His whole face softened as he cupped my face in his hand. He stared into my eyes and I caught a glimpse of the man behind the prickly exterior. That was the man I wanted to be with.
“Can I kiss you?” he whispered.
“You can kiss me anytime you want,” I breathed.
He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to mine. Our previous kisses had been so furiously passionate, I never really got the chance to enjoy the moment. I felt every detail of his lips as he caressed them over my own. He pulled me against him for a tight hug and held me for several minutes. I could feel his heart thudding in his chest. It moved me to know he was so moved.
“I’m sorry I was so rough on you,” I told him. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I had no idea how you felt. If I would have known, I wouldn’t have been so cruel.”
“You couldn’t have known,” he answered as he started to unbutton the front of my shirt. He was slowly backing me into the room. I began to unbutton his shirt as well.
“I should have given you a chance to explain. We both could have avoided a lot of heartache.”
“But we’re here now and that’s what matters. Being with you is all I want. I don’t mind going through a little fire if it brings me back to your side.”
He pushed my shirt down my arms before I did the same for him. Next, we undid our pants before we pushed them off. We stood facing each other in just our underwear. My chest heaved up and down as I drank in the sight of his body.
“What’s this?” I asked and touched a bruise on his ribcage.
“Boxing.”
“Boxing? Like in a ring with gloves?”
He smiled. “Yes.”
“When did you do that?”
“I do it when I have time and when I need to get rid of some frustration.”
“Because of me?” I asked.
“Because of me.”
I touched the bruise with my fingertips before bending forward to kiss the tender spot. His muscles rippled under my touch. The erection straining against his underwear was far too tempting. I wanted to show this man I could be the woman for him.
I was innocent in the art of lovemaking, but some things were just instinctual. I pushed his underwear down his hips and dropped to my knees in front of him.
“Paislee, you don’t have to do that.”
“I want to. Don’t assume everything is about you.”
I reached for his cock and gently squeezed before sliding my mouth over the top. He hissed out a long breath before his hands moved into my hair. His fingertips massaged my scalp while I sucked on his shaft. I ran my tongue up and down and pulled at him. I could feel his need with every breath he took.
I leaned my head back and looked up at him. Our eyes locked for a brief moment before I slid my mouth back down his length until he was deep in my throat. His fingers gripped at my hair, gently tugging and pulling as I sucked harder.
When he exploded deep in my throat, I took every last drop of him. I felt empowered. I gave him pleasure. I always felt like I was on the better end of the deal. Now I got to reverse the tables and give him the first orgasm.
He gently pulled me to my feet before leading me to the bed. He stripped off my bra and panties. I lay on the bed and waited for him to join me. That was not his plan.
He dropped to the floor, pulling my ass to the edge of the bed and opening my legs. His mouth closed over my pussy. Liquid heat flowed through my body. His tongue lapped over my folds until he was pushing it inside me.
The pleasure the man gave me with his tongue was unreal. I felt like I was being pulled apart and then put back together again over and over. Every cell in my body was humming. When the orgasm hit, I felt a weird sense of blackness wash over me. I realized he had given me a cataclysmic orgasm that caused me to black out in the best way.
His tongue slid up my body until he was focusing on my breasts. He
gave them a great deal of attention with his mouth and hands. He couldn’t seem to get enough. “I dream about these every night,” he said with a sigh.
“You’re a boob man,” I teased.
“Just your boobs. I love these boobs.”
I would have laughed if I could have breathed. His fingers had slipped inside me and stole away all ability to talk. I exhaled and let the orgasm flow through me.
“I love watching you come,” he said next to my ear. “You have such a look of exquisite pleasure on your face it makes me want to join you.”
“I would love for you to join me. Come on over here.”
He smiled and moved over me after producing a condom he quickly rolled on. He kissed me as he slipped inside me. His body fit so perfectly inside mine. We started to move together. It was like a dance that only the two of us knew. Our bodies had their own music to move to, sliding and stroking. Every move brought more pleasure than the last.
My hands rubbed over his back, taking in every muscle. I now understood how he stayed in such great shape. Boxing was a huge turn-on. I wanted to watch him in the ring. I closed my eyes and fantasized about him being shirtless and sweaty with big red boxing gloves on. I let out a breath as the image took shape.
“Woah,” he whispered. “You’re so wet. Did I hit the spot?”
I groaned. “I was just thinking about you in a boxing ring,” I murmured. I licked my lips, tasting sweat and him. It was the best aphrodisiac.
“Damn, if I had known that’s what did it for you, I would have brought you along to watch.”
I felt a shiver of desire. My body bucked. “Oh god.”
“Shit, you really do get off on that, huh?”
“Yes.”
“I love boxing,” he whispered.
“More.”
“Do you want to watch me spar with my trainer?”
I groaned and nodded. “Yes. Sweaty chest.” My thoughts were coming fast. I struggled to get out a complete sentence.
“Oh, I work up a hell of a sweat.”
My nails dug into his back. “Yes. That. More.”
“Woman, you are going to kill me. You’re soaking my dick. You’re so fucking wet. Who knew my sweet, little artist had such a thirst for blood and sweat?”
I cried out. “I do. Only you. I want you.”
He started to move faster. His body pounded into mine. “You will only have me. You are mine, Paislee. Mine, all mine.”
He moved faster. The pleasure rolling through my body came in powerful waves. I held on to him while he slammed into my body. I couldn’t stop thinking about him in the boxing ring. I exploded around him, crying out louder than I ever had.
He undid every bit of self-control I had. I didn’t want to hold back with him. I wanted him to know only he could ever make me feel that good.
“Holy mother,” he groaned before shouting and locking his arms as his body pushed deeper inside me.
He bucked a few times before he collapsed. It was by far the most intense experience of my life.
I held him close against me. I didn’t care that his weight was crushing me. I liked feeling him on top of me. I liked feeling all of his hot, sweaty skin pressing against me.
He pulled away from me just a little. “I’ve got a little freak on my hands, don’t I?” he teased.
“I am going to record you boxing, and when you are gone, I’m going to watch it all alone.”
“Are you going to masturbate to me boxing?”
“Yes, I am.”
He laughed. It was the first time I heard him truly laugh. “Good, because I beat off to the image of you in that fucking bathing suit at least once every other day.”
My mouth dropped open. “No, you don’t!”
“Oh, I do and I do it often. In my office, in the bathroom, hell, even in the bathroom on the jet.”
I felt my cheeks burning. I never knew I would be the object of any man’s fantasy, especially a man like him. “You are bad.”
“You gave me such a serious case of blue balls, I had to. That or end up in the hospital with dick-itis.”
“What is that?”
“When you have an erection so bad you can’t get rid of it.”
I was giggling like a fool. The man had a warped sense of humor. I liked it.
Chapter 39
Jameson
After round three, we ended up in my bed in the other room. It was a little bigger and far more comfortable in my opinion. I was spent. I finally felt like I got enough of her to be able to think about something other than sex for a little while.
“I’ll order room service,” I told her.
“Aren’t we supposed to be doing something?”
“Fuck it. We don’t need to do anything for show. It’s real. There will be plenty of chances for photo ops in the future. I’d rather stay in bed with you.”
“I think we are going to wear ourselves out.”
“I hope we do.”
I ordered a late dinner, early breakfast for us. The jetlag would catch up with us eventually, but right then, I was riding the high of having her in my life. We lay in bed propped up against pillows and ate our meal.
“How is this going to work?” she asked.
“If you haven’t figured out how this works by now, I will be happy to give you a very explicit demonstration.”
“Not that, you horndog. Get your mind out of the gutter.”
“Your tits are just out and proud. How am I supposed to think of anything else except those things?”
She giggled and pulled the sheet over her chest. I was more than happy to eat every meal with her wearing nothing but her birthday suit. I could look at her body all day long. Of course, it would end up being a very unproductive day, but I would be a very happy, satisfied man.
“You are rich. I’m not. You are part of a group of people I am not. We have nothing in common.”
“We have plenty in common.”
“Like what?”
“We both like sex and we both like food.”
She gave me a dry look. “Gee, I should hop into bed with anyone.”
“The fuck you will.”
“You know what I mean. We’re so different.”
“For starters, I don’t care how much money you do or don’t have. I don’t care that you don’t know the same people I do. In fact, I think you are luckier for it.”
“It won’t bother you if I pull up to your house in a beater car?”
“Does that mean you are buying another car?”
“Will you please stay focused?” she scolded.
I looked down at the nipple slipping out from under the sheet. “You’re going to have to put those away before I climb on you again.”
She pushed at my shoulder. “Focus.”
“I don’t care. Besides, you’re not going to be pulling up to my house. You’ll be pulling up to our house.”
“That’s fast.”
“I’m not waiting.”
“There’s one thing we’re going to have to work on. You did a lot for me by giving me confidence I didn’t know I had. You made me think I could make music my career, and because of that, I’m willing to do something for you.”
“You want to go down on me again?” I asked hopefully and pushed the sheet down again.
She rolled her eyes. “I’m going to help you not be such an asshole.”
“Ouch!” I said like I’d been slapped. “That was harsh.”
“You are harsh. We need to tone you down a little. There is no reason you have to come on so strong.”
“Fine, I’ll do my best not to be an asshole all the time, but I make no promises. I’ve been this way my entire life. It just kind of happens.”
She patted my hand. “We’ll work on that.”
“All right, what else?”
“No lying.”
“I’ve never lied to you.”
“Don’t start.”
I made a cross over my chest. “I won’t. I will alwa
ys be brutally honest.”
“Except when I ask if a pair of pants makes my ass look big.”
I laughed. “Got it.”
“And you have to be nice to Ashton. I like him and I don’t want Bella mad at me.”
“Why would Bella be mad at you if I’m mean to Ashton?”
“Duh, because they are together.”
My eyes widened. “What? When in the hell did that happen? Is that who he was with this morning?”
She smiled, her eyes flashing. “There may have been a sleepover.”
“No shit. Wow. Go, Ashton, going after the younger ladies.”
“You’ll be nice?”
“Yes, we talked this morning and things are cool between us.”
“Good.”
“Babe?” I said with a loud yawn.
“Yes?”
“Can we go to sleep? I’m spent. I feel rode hard and put away wet. You’re insatiable.”
She slapped at my chest. “You’re crude!”
“I’m exhausted.”
“Me too. Turn off the light.”
I pulled her against me and fell asleep almost immediately with a huge smile on my face. I had never been so vigorously taken care of. I didn’t think I could get it up again if I wanted to. I did want to, but my dick needed a rest. I planned on resuming things in the morning. I hoped she was ready.
I managed to wake up before her and slide out of bed before she got up. I made a few phone calls before sliding back into bed with her. It was a rainy day. I didn’t want to do anything but stay in bed all day.
“Oh shit,” she said and bolted upright.
“What’s wrong?”
“We were supposed to do that luncheon thing!”
“I canceled for us.”
She pouted. “But I had the perfect outfit with a hat and gloves and everything.”
“You’d rather wear a hat and gloves than cuddle next to your man?”
She grinned. “Well…”
There was a knock on the door. She jumped and pulled the blanket up.
“Relax,” I said. “It’s room service. They’ll leave it and go.”
We waited until we heard the door close before we climbed out of our nest and went to get the first cup of coffee for the day. I quickly grabbed the box that had been left on the cart per my instructions. She walked to the large picture window and looked out over the gray city below.
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