His jacket comes off first. I run my fingers over his chest, savoring the feeling of him. Then I yank his shirt open, scattering buttons all over the room. This isn’t the first time I’m seeing his chest, but it’s the first time I can touch it.
His muscles tense where my fingers graze his skin. Power radiates from him. It’s as if that winged dragon tattoo is vibrating beneath my palms. I shiver at the feeling. It’s one thing to see how strong he is. It’s another to feel it up close.
He shrugs his shirt from his shoulders, and it falls to the floor. My hands trail down his hard stomach, like I want to memorize every inch of him. Hungrily, I unfasten his belt and unbutton his pants.
Luke watches me, his eyes hooded and glazed with lust. For two months, I’ve wanted Luke from afar, hated every woman who went out on his arm, or made the tabloid covers. Now he is here with me making my nerves sizzle as if they’re on fire.
I pull his zipper down and feel his hardness thrusting at the material as I do it. His pants fall away, and I’m back where I was a few hours ago, him standing in front of me in just his underwear. There’s no mistaking the thick length of him straining against his boxer briefs.
I stroke the length of it. It quivers beneath my hand, alive and eager. He groans. The sound is low and deep. It resonates inside me, filling me with desire.
I can barely believe this is happening. This had just been a wild fantasy. Now it is coming true. I shoot Luke a look as I tug his underwear down his hips. His face looks strained with raw hunger. Then his cock is springing up in front of my face, begging for me.
I run my tongue along his shaft. He tastes salty and manly. Luke grunts. I like hearing the animal-like noise coming from his mouth. It lets me know I’m making him feel good. Like I’m sexy and desirable. It urges me on.
I take his thick head between my lips, and my tongue swirls around him, tracing his ridges. I glance up. His eyes are closed, and he is breathing heavily. I enjoy seeing him like this, under my control for once.
As if he reads my thoughts, he reaches down, grabbing my arms, and raises me up. “If you keep doing that, sugar, I’m gonna explode, and I’m not ready to do that.” He takes a step back from me. “Strip for me. I want to see everything I didn’t see this afternoon.”
I unzip my dress and let it slide off me. I reach behind and unclasp my bra. It springs away, and I shimmy out of it, deliberately making my breast jiggle.
“Oh fuck,” he groans thickly.
I slip my fingers into the rim of my panties and slip it down my thighs. My movements are still unsteady with the alcohol buzzing in my veins, and I nearly trip and fall over.
He catches my almost naked body and lifts me into his strong arms.
“Oh wow,” I say breathily, staring up at him in wonder.
He carries me to his bedroom and drops me unceremonious onto his bed. I look up at him with wide eyes as he tears my panties from my hips with a single movement and tosses them to the floor.
“Spread your legs,” he orders.
I obey and he stands over me, his eyes roving, taking in all of me, then stopping between my legs. Normally, this kind of intense scrutiny would make me feel self-conscious, but tonight I’m too drunk to care. Besides, I can see how turned on he’s getting just from looking at me. He’s literarily licking his lips at the sight of my bare pussy.
“You’re all mine, Jade,” he says, almost growling. “I’m gonna make you come harder than you’ve ever come before.”
“No one’s stopping you,” I say daringly.
Instantly, he’s beside me. His thick length digging against my thigh, hot and hard, his breath smelling of the mango we had for desert and sake.
My head is swimming, but I want to kiss him so badly. I crave to know what that sweet fruit will feel like on my tongue when filtered through the sexiest man I’ve ever met. His mouth swoops down on mine, warm and demanding. His tongue pushes in, and I moan into him. As I suck his tongue and lose myself in that kiss, my body melts into his, and I forget where he ends and I begin.
Time passes. Minutes, maybe hours pass.
Then Luke raises his head and gazes down at me. His eyes burn into mine, then he dives in, licking, sucking, and biting my nipples. First one, then the other. I run my fingers through his hair and pull him closer to me. He trails kisses down my neck and chest nipping at my heated flesh. It sends jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
I feel like I’m floating now, like if Luke wasn’t on top of me, I would drift up to the ceiling. Pleasure rocks through me. His mouth is electric. It sends my passion soaring to dizzying heights. I feel like I’m about to lose my mind.
His hand slides down my body to rest between my legs. He circles my clit, reigniting that fire that he started in the limo. My insides throb with an empty ache, needing to be filled. My hips push impatiently against his hand.
Suddenly, Luke grabs me and flips me over. My body presses against him, skin on skin. I love the way it feels, like I could touch every part of him at once.
His big hands run possessively over my body. Without warning, he claws his hand into my hair, and yanks my head back so my throat is pulled up and exposed to him. “I want to feel the need beating in your blood,” he snarls, seconds before I feel his teeth bite down on my neck, and his thick finger pushes into me.
I cry out with pain and pleasure. His mouth sucks at the pulse at my neck while he adds another finger inside me. They slide in and out of me, teasing me. I grind my hips against his hand, wanting more. It feels so damn good, but this isn’t enough. My body demands more. “I need you, Luke,” I groan.
“Do you?”
“I need you so bad.”
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
His words send a shiver through me. “Yes.”
“Say it,” he says, his voice thick with desire. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I beg. The desperation in my voice matches the naked need inside me.
As soon as the words are out of my mouth, Luke rolls me roughly onto my back. He grabs my ankles and hauls my ass to the edge of the mattress. He leans over me with his arms on either side of me, and positions his ready cock between my legs, not entering me just resting against my lips.
My body trembles with anticipation.
“Yeah, I can fuck you,” he growls as he slams into the very depths of me.
My whole body jerks with the power of his thrust. He feels so big and amazing inside me. I’ve wanted this for so long. I had no idea how badly I needed this. How badly I need him. He rocks his hips, sliding in and out of me. Every stroke of his cock elicits a moan from me. I can’t stop myself. He’s in total control of me. I never want him to stop. I grab his hips to urge him on.
Luke watches my face as he rams into me. He’s not thinking of someone else or something else. Right this moment, I am his whole world. There is nothing else except his cock deep inside my pussy. He leans down to kiss me. It sends a potent wave through me.
Luke moves faster now. His breathing is ragged. It’s punctuated by grunts of pleasure. He’s so powerful and primal. He’s finding the most sensitive parts of me, building that delicious pressure up inside me. All I can do is hold onto him and let him pleasure me like I’ve never been pleasured before.
Every pound pushes me closer to the breaking point. My hips buck beneath him, in time with his thrusts, burying him as deep inside me as he can go. Every nerve ending inside me screams at the feeling.
Pleasure rushes through me, hot and wild. There’s no stopping it. No holding back. My entire body clenches in ecstasy as my orgasm rips through me. Luke roars above me, then freezes, as his cock spasms inside me, and fills me with his hot cum. We come together, joined in the most intimate way possible. Everything else in the world ceases to exist except the two of us, locked in pleasure.
A long time later, he slides out of me and lays on the bed. His hands pull me next to him, and he wraps his arm around me.
I lean my
head against his chest. The sound of his heartbeat matches my own. “That was amazing.”
“You are amazing,” he says, holding me close.
Almost immediately, exhaustion overwhelms me. My eyes drift close, and I’m asleep.
Chapter 6
Jade
I pry my eyelids open and flinch in the glaring morning light. Yellow sunlight is streaming in through the windows. My head pounds, and my mouth is dry and sour. The slight movement makes my head throb even worse.
How much did I have to drink last night?
I’m not a heavy drinker. A few glasses of wine to take the edge off after work was about as tipsy as I ever get. I don’t have time to go out and party like I did in college. Luke keeps me too busy for that.
Luke. Fuck.
I swivel my head slowly, trying not to piss off the giant hammering away on the inside of my skull.
Luke lies next to me. He’s not wearing any clothes.
Neither am I.
Holy shit.
The events of last night are hazy. Once the drinks started flowing, everything after is foggy. Like something from a half-remembered dream. But it wasn’t a dream. Waking up naked in Luke’s bed is proof enough that what happened last night was very real.
Oh, shit. We didn’t even use a condom!
I inch my way off the bed, slowly and quietly. I can’t wake him up. I don’t want him to see me like this. It was fine last night, I was tanked up on alcohol and lust, but I can’t handle it in the harsh light of day. Worse, I might see regret in his eyes. I definitely couldn’t handle that right now. My head hurts too much to even think rationally.
I need to get away.
The world spins when I stand up. I freeze and wait for my head to clear. There’s a good chance I’m still drunk, but not in a fun way. Painfully, I locate the first of my discarded clothes. The tattered remnants of my torn panties. The image of Luke tearing them from my hips and flinging them away flashes in my head.
Fuck, that was hot.
I tiptoe out his bedroom into the living area. Gathering my clothes to my chest, I make to my bedroom, and I shut the door behind me quietly. For the first time since I woke up, I feel like I can actually breathe.
I walk to the minibar thinking about what happened last night. I wanted it to happen. I’ve wanted it for so long, but now I kinda regret it. Last night was a mistake. A beautiful, orgasmic mistake. Luke and I have crossed a line, one I’m not sure we can come back from. Things between us will change, and I can’t be sure it would be a change for the better.
I grab a bottle of water from the fridge, rip the cap off, and down it in one long gulp. It tastes better than anything I’ve ever had in my life. I can almost feel the hydration spread through my parched body. It’s a step in the right direction.
My head still hurts, though, and my eyes still feel sandy. I need something else. Sugar. I search the mini bar and find a bottle of some brown liquid. The writing on the label is in a language I can’t read, but I’m not going to let that stop me. I take a long swig from the bottle. It’s creamy and chocolatey, and I perk up a bit, starting to feel human again. Thank God for caffeine.
The whole point of his rule about not hiring attractive women to work for him is that they are too much of a distraction for him. What would he think about me now? If just being around a pretty girl was too much for him, how would he handle a woman he’d slept with? I sit on the bed with a groan. Last night is looking more and more like a terrible mistake.
My brain is too muddled to think this through. I need someone to talk to, someone who isn’t half-dead with a hangover. I fish my phone from my purse and call Emma.
She answers on the third ring, “Bitch, do you know what time it is over here?”
Her voice is loud, but it’s still good to hear it. “Yeah,” I say. “It’s like nine o’clock at night over there.”
She laughs. “Damn. I was trying to mess with you. But of course, you know the time difference, you nerd.”
“You’ll have to try harder than that.” I smile weakly. This is why I love her. She can always make me laugh with her cheerful chat, no matter how bad I’m feeling.
“Yeah, yeah. So how’s the trip? You better be taking lots of pictures to show me when you get back.”
“Things would be better if I wasn’t so frigging hungover,” I say.
“Well, well,” Emma says. “Look at you going wild now that you’re out of the country. I’ve been begging you to come out with me for months.”
“Yeah, well, if you took me somewhere like Bangkok, I’d go.”
Emma laughs. “Bangkok. Have you banged any cock yet?”
I groan at the joke. Not just because it’s cheesy, but because it hits too close to home. “Now that you mention it.”
“Shut the fuck up!” She screams. “You’re kidding me? You got laid?”
“I did.”
“I don’t believe it,” she says firmly.
“Well, it’s the truth.”
She laughs. “Who’s the lucky guy? Was it a local? Some swarthy Thai fisherman with really rough hands? Ooh, or a sweaty kick boxer?”
“No, to all of those,” I say with a sigh. “Are those the type of guys you think I’m in to?”
“I don’t know what you’re in to. Before you left, I would have said you’re into celibacy and lonely masturbation.”
“Ass,” I reply, but I can’t suppress a smile. She isn’t totally wrong.
Emma continues right along, “But apparently, Bangkok Jade likes to get freaky. Good for you.”
I shake my head, even though she can’t see me. “I don’t know if it’s a good thing.”
“Why not? It’s about time someone knocked the cobwebs off that pussy.”
I laugh. “You’re terrible.”
“Ehh, I’m just happy for you. So why aren’t you? Happy, I mean.”
“Because I slept with my boss.”
There’s a pause on the other end, then an explosion, “You’re shitting me! You and Luke-mother effing-Remington? The richest, hottest man in New York? Fuck me, I’m impressed.”
“Don’t be,” I mutter glumly. “I’m pretty sure it was a huge mistake.”
She laughs. “How huge are we talking? Like eight inches? Nine?” She pauses, then asks incredulously, “Ten?”
“Stop it, Emma. I’m serious. He’s my boss. I don’t know what’s going to happen between us now.”
“It’ll be fine,” she says. “It’s not like you got him drunk and had your way with him.”
“He was pretty drunk.”
“You seduced him. You sly, little minx,” Emma says, giggling maniacally. “I didn’t think you had it in you.”
“Hang on. I was drunk, too,” I protest. “We both were.”
“Well, tell me everything, then.”
“We met with some clients, and things got a bit out of hand in the back of the limo. We ended up back in his room, and well…”
“He pounded you like a stubborn nail?”
I ignore her comment. “But now I don’t know what to do when I see him again. I feel like it’s going to be awkward.”
“It shouldn’t be. Unless you make it awkward.”
“What does that mean?” I ask.
“Look, you’re two consenting adults. You’re both single. There’s nothing wrong with having a little fun. I mean, you did have fun, right?”
“I did.”
“And I’m sure he had fun with Sexy Jade,” she says. “So the best thing you can do is see how he reacts when he sees you and just play along. Then, it won’t be weird.”
“What if he fires me?” I ask, finally giving voice to my biggest fear.
“Then he’s an idiot and you sue his ass for wrongful termination.”
“I could never do that,” I argue.
“Well, whatever,” Emma says. “My point is that he’d be dumb to fire you after sleeping with you. So he’ll probably react one of a few ways. He might pretend it never happened
, in which case, you pretend the same thing. He might acknowledge it and say it’ll never happen again. Or he’ll want to keep plowing your bean field. Then, it’s up to you what you want to do.”
“The problem is I don’t know what I want to do.”
“Liar,” Emma taunts.
I sigh with frustration. “How did I get myself into this mess?”
Emma laughs. “Well, when a boy has a rocking body and a cute butt, and a girl has worn her vibrator down to a nub, sometimes—”
“Okay,” I say, cutting her off. “I get it. I have to go.”
“Good luck out there,” she quips.
“Thanks. I’m gonna need it.”
Chapter 7
Jade
I sit in the restaurant and stare at the plate of breakfast in front of me. I don’t even know why I heaped all this food onto my plate from the buffet. My stomach is still churning uneasily. Looks like I have to pass on the eggs and bacon, but the toast is probably safe. Maybe it can soak up some of the alcohol. Although I probably need to eat a whole loaf’s worth of bread to do that.
The moment I take a bite, Luke lowers himself into the seat across from me. The sight of him does nothing to calm my queasy stomach. His hair is wet from his shower, and instead of looking rough, he looks drop-dead gorgeous. My mouth goes dry, making it difficult to chew the toast. His expression is unreadable and I feel my cheeks flush with warmth.
“Good morning, Jade.”
“Morning,” I mutter, feeling extremely self-conscious. I force myself to look at him calmly. I knew I’d have to see him again today, but I hoped to delay it until I felt more like myself. But the dreaded confrontation is happening now. There’s no getting around it. No getting around him. I might as well face him now and find out what the fallout from our drunken tryst would be.
Overwhelmed by his smoldering blue eyes, I swallow my toast and nearly choke. I gulp down some coffee. Last night hasn’t changed anything for me. I still find him incredibly hot, maybe even more so. No matter what happened before or what would happen in the future, he’s still the sexiest freaking man I’ve ever seen. I take a gulp of coffee.
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