by JA Huss
At first I think it’s desire.
But then I realize it’s not.
His words are an echo of mine.
I fell for him. I fell for him hard.
Things I’ve been thinking about all week since we started putting this plan in motion. And the fact that he’s now parroting them back at me means… I must’ve said them out loud tonight. At some point he heard this come out of my mouth and now he’s just telling me what he thinks I want to hear.
Because how perfect would it be if I kidnapped Jesse Boston, got him in this vulnerable position, took all his power away—and then gave it all back because he knows how to lie like a champion?
I don’t think so, asshole.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN - JESSE
Oh, she is eating this up. It’s so easy, I almost feel guilty. No wonder I did this so much back when I was young. Girls, man. They believe anything.
But when her hand slips down inside my pants I suck in a breath of surprise at just how good that feels.
Back when we knew each other—if what we had even counted as knowing each other—we were kids. Everything on her part was a little hesitant, a little uncertain, and she had a shyness about her that’s definitely not present now.
“Do you like that?” she asks. Her hand is fully wrapped around my cock and she squeezes it hard as she says this to me.
“Mmmm-hmm,” I groan. Because whatever we’re doing, I can’t pretend I’m not enjoying myself.
“I like it too,” she purrs into my ear. “Put your fingers inside me.”
Holy shit. Fuck yeah. “Don’t have to tell me twice,” I murmur into her mouth as I kiss her.
Her tongue responds, twisting up against mine as I slide her panties aside and begin to play with her clit. She’s nice and wet for me too. So nice and wet. I want to do everything to this girl right now.
Last chance, right? Because when this is over, we’re done. She will never talk to me again.
And good. I’m so through with her. I did like her. Both back then and tonight before she fucking abducted me.
“You’re thinking too hard,” Emma purrs, taking her kiss to my neck.
Holy fuck, that feels good.
“Sorry.” I chuckle. “I just want you,” I say.
“So take me,” she coos. “Right here, right now.”
And then she pulls back and looks me straight in the eyes. For a second I think, Oh, shit. She’s on to me. She’s gonna walk out. Get my dick all hard and ready then just… disappear on me the way I did her, all those years ago.
But that serious look on her face fades and then… it’s just her. The girl I remember. The sweet one at the shaved ice stand. The one who captured my attention like no other girl ever had before, or has since.
She backs up until she hits the kitchen island. Places both her hands flat on the edge, and pulls herself up until she’s sitting.
I’m transfixed on her face for a few more seconds. But my eyes wander down to her fingertips, which are pulling the middle part of her dress aside to reveal her black lace panties.
I lick my lips.
“Yeah?” she asks, pulling her panties aside and flashing me her pussy.
“Yeah.” I nod. And I completely mean it too. To hell with the games. I’ll think about that shit later.
“Then come here,” she says, beckoning me with her finger. “Come closer, Jesse.”
Oh, man. She said my name. That is so hot. Hell, this whole thing is hot.
I press myself up against her, opening her legs with my body and easing my hips forward until I’m pressing my hard cock right where it needs to be.
“Oh,” she coos. “Not so fast, mister.” Then she places a hand on my head, grabbing my thick blond hair in her fist as she pushes down.
“Oh, you little sexpot, you,” I growl. But hey, I’m game. I’ll eat her pussy if that’s what she needs.
I place my hands flat on her knees and bend down. All the while my eyes are locked on hers. Unable to look away.
She smiles and tips her head back as my mouth eases in. I inhale her sweet scent, then lick her as she continues to hold her panties to the side.
“Yes,” she moans, closing her eyes and clenching her teeth. “That’s perfect.”
“I’m just getting started,” I say. “It only gets better from here.”
“Shut up and keep going,” she says.
Which makes me chuckle a little. Fucking Emma Dumas. After all these years. Finally, I have her right where I want her.
My tongue darts out and swipes over her sweet spot. She grips my hair tighter and closes her legs on my head.
Jesus. I dive in and begin licking her like crazy. My teeth nipping at her little nub, making her squeal and squirm.
I grip her knees and open them up as wide as I can, then say fuck it and lift them up and out, so she’s spreadeagle above my head. I need access. Because I’m going to eat this woman’s pussy like dessert.
My tongue laps and licks. I suck on her, unable to get enough. I’m out of control as she wiggles her ass on the smooth granite island and finally has to fall backwards and just give in. I reach across her body and grab her tits, squeezing with both hands. Then grip the seams and pull her bodice down. She’s braless, so her spectacular breasts spill out.
I stand up and lean over, taking one nipple in my mouth. Nipping at it, then swirling my tongue around until it’s just a tight little nub.
“No,” she says, pushing on my head. “Go back. Keep going. Don’t stop now!”
Oh, shit. OK. I dive back down and pick up where I left off. Only this time I slip two fingers inside her and her back comes up off the countertop, bucking with pleasure.
“Yeah,” I say. “Come for me, Emma. Just let go. Spill your sweet come all over my fingers so I can stick them in her mouth and make you lick it off!”
She moans and then goes rigid and stiff. I smile. Just grinning like a fucking kid as she comes all over my fingers. Then my tongue darts in and laps her up.
And I want to die.
No. I want to stick my hard, throbbing cock inside her and fuck her until she comes again.
I stand up, pull my pants down just enough to release my cock, and then start forward. Ready to rock her world.
But that’s when she sits up and says, “Hey, thanks.”
“Yeah, no problem.” I grin. “It’s my pleasure.” I fist my dick, priming it with a few pumps before I aim it right at her sopping wet pussy.
But she places a hand on my chest and says, “No. I think you misunderstand. Thanks for the good time. It was super fun. But I’m done now.”
Then she places her stiletto-heeled foot up against my chest and pushes me back as she stands up, pulls her bodice back up and straightens her dress, and smiles.
“What the hell?” I say. “What the hell is this?”
“This?” she says, twirling a finger in the air. “This is what’s called the classic hate fuck, Jesse.”
Then she grabs her keys off the counter, punches in the security code, and walks out the door.
I follow her out, buttoning my pants back up. “Where the hell are you going? What the fuck is happening?”
She whirls around pointing her finger in my face. “You. Asshole.”
I slap her hand away. “I’m the asshole? You drugged me, abducted me, tied me up, and then talked me into eating you out until you came and now you’re going to walk away from me? You’re the fucking asshole!”
“Wrong!” she seethes. “I might not be the most clever girl in the world when it comes to men, but there’s one guy—just one—I know pretty well. And that’s you. You were gonna do this to me. I could practically read your filthy fucking mind back there!”
“You bitch!” I say.
“I’m the bitch? So you meant all that bullshit? ‘Oh, Emma,’” she says, in a fake voice. “‘Forgiving you is nothing. Blah, blah, blah. But you will have to live with this for the rest of your life. Blah, blah, blah. How about a second cha
nce?’” She sticks a finger in her mouth and pretends to gag. “Just how stupid do you think I am?”
“I can’t fucking believe you right now! You are such a fucking—”
“No,” she says. “I just did what you’ve been doing your whole life, asshole. How’s it feel to be lied to, huh? How’s it feel to believe those lies and then wake up and realize you’re a fool?”
“You’re the fucking fool!” I say. So pissed I’m seeing red.
“Really?” She laughs. “Which one of us got what they wanted and which one was left hanging this time?”
And then she turns, walks over to her car, gets in, and starts it up. She flips me the finger as she backs up, and then screeches her tires as she peels away.
“Fuck you!” I yell. “I’m totally pressing charges!”
But she sticks her hand out the driver’s side window and just flips me off again.
I stand there in shock as her brake lights disappear into the thick grove of trees. Then turn around, seething with anger.
And decide… I’m gonna steal her boat.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - EMMA
“I cannot believe you let him go!”
Mila is furious with me.
“Yeah, well. I think it was for the best. We shouldn’t have done it. I was cutting our losses.”
“You know he’s totally gonna press charges. What do I tell my kids when the cops show up to arrest Mommy?”
“First of all,” I say, “he’s not going to press charges.”
“How do you know?”
“Because men like Jesse don’t call the police when girls take advantage of them. And second of all, your kids don’t even call you Mommy, you make them call you Mila. So cut the crap.”
“Jesus. What’s up your ass?”
“I bought a billionaire last night and then I drugged him, abducted him, and tied him up in a basement. That’s what’s up my ass. And you’re welcome, by the way.”
“For what? Screwing up our whole revenge plan?”
“For shutting this down. And besides, we got our revenge. Trust me. I don’t think Jesse Boston will ever look at a one-night stand the same again.”
“It wasn’t enough. Drugging him? Half a night of tied-up submission?” She huffs. “That’s nothing compared to what we could’ve done.”
“It wasn’t just that.”
“What do you mean?”
“Never mind. Just… I ran the numbers and we came out ahead.”
She blows out a breath of frustration.
“So how was Stephanie’s audition?”
“She got the part she wanted.”
I smile. Because I can hear the smile on Mila’s face. “Good, I’m glad. Just believe me, this was for the best. We should forget all about Jesse Boston. Hell, the whole Boston family can just fuck off.”
“Yeah,” she says. “Did you tell Hannah and Nat?”
“Yup. I called you last. I knew you’d be the toughest.”
“He hurt me, Emma.”
“I know.”
“I fell for him.”
“I know. I did too.”
“He actually ruined me for years. I never trusted another man again until Lance came along.”
“That’s because Lance was your one.”
“I know, but… now I’m worried about you.”
“Why?” I ask.
“Because I don’t think you ever moved past it. You don't even date anymore. At least Hannah is in a committed relationship and Natalie is always putting herself out there. She asks you to double with her all the time and you always say no. You’re not even trying anymore. Why wouldn’t I worry?”
“Natalie dates five men at once. Don’t you think that’s her acting out her insecurities too?”
“No. I think that’s her version of taking charge. Something you never do.”
“Ha.” I laugh, then catch myself. Because I sure the fuck took charge last night with Jesse. But I’m never going to admit I let him lick my pussy until I came. Not to Mila, not to anyone.
“So how did he get home? Ew, you did not give him a ride, did you?”
“Hell, no,” I say. “I dunno. Walked, I guess.”
“You really don’t think he’s gonna call the cops? Because if someone did this to me, I’d definitely call the cops.”
“I’m telling you. He spilled some secrets last night while we were eating ice cream and—”
“I still can’t believe you stopped on your way up to the lake to have ice cream with that douche.”
“Anyway. Long story short, he and his brothers aren’t exactly… on the up and up. He practically admitted they were mob bosses. Or something. He’s not calling anyone.”
“What if they put a hit on us? Oh, God. Do I have to hire bodyguards?”
“Just relax. Play it cool. I’m willing to bet a million dollars he just forgets this ever happened. It’s in his best interest. I mean, what guy wants to admit to something like this? We’ll probably never see or hear from this asshole again.”
My phone buzzes in my hand. I look down at the screen and see ‘blocked number’ flashing at me.
“Shit,” I say.
“What?”
“Oh… just my mother on the line,” I lie. “I’ll call you later. Tell Stephanie congrats. And tell Donny to hit a home run, or whatever. Bye!”
I let the call to go to voicemail, then tap my fingers on my leg as I wait for the message to chime.
No chime. No message.
OK. Probably just one of those robocalls. Nothing to worry about.
But the call comes in again. Blocked number.
Now who could this be?
My bets are on either some jerk’s lawyers or the jerk himself.
I take a deep breath, tab accept, then say, “Emma Dumas,” as I let it out.
“Missing anything this morning?” The jerk himself. And he sounds like he’s eating something. Because he’s chewing like a caveman.
“Who is this?”
“Hm. Funny.”
“Should I be missing something?”
“Oh, I dunno. Maybe your boat?”
I smile. “Nicely played. But that boat was a piece of shit anyway. You can keep it.”
“Oh, you mean that one by the dock?” He laughs. “No, I didn’t take that one. In case you forgot, I know a thing or two about boats. I took that one in the boathouse. The million-dollar one.”
Asshole. But what do I care? One stupid boat I never use isn’t enough to piss me off this morning. I won last night and we both know it.
“Can I help you with something, Mr. Boston?”
“No, Ms. Dumas. I’m calling to help you with something.”
“What’s that?”
“Wanna know what’s on the agenda for today?”
“Excuse me?”
“Our date? Remember? You bought me? Now you have to show me a good time.”
“That’s not how bachelor auctions work.”
“It actually is. You pay to take me somewhere.”
“No, I pay them so you can take me somewhere.”
“Exactly. So I made all the decisions.”
“What are you talking about? I’m not spending the day with you. I’m never seeing you again for as long as I live.”
“Well, unless you want to live in a six-by-six prison cell, then I suggest you rethink that plan.”
I huff. “You’re kidding me.”
“I am abso-fucking-lutely one hundred percent dead serious.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“To get even, of course.”
“What happened to forgive and forget?”
“In the light of day, and not under the influence of roofies, I find it highly overrated.”
“Ha! I knew that was all bullshit!”
“It wasn’t bullshit. I just decided to rethink my new code of ethics after you had your happy little hate fuck last night. Which, by the way, doesn’t count.”
“Oh, no?” I laugh.
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“No. Because we didn’t fuck.”
“I got you. I got you good.”
“Yeah, maybe. But I’m the one who got you off.”
“Pig.”
“Oh, that reminds me. I’ll pick you up in an hour and don’t forget to wear the pigtails. I really—like really—dig that look on you. See you soon.”
The call drops and I just look at it in my hand for a moment. He wishes. I am not going anywhere with him. And if I was, I certainly wouldn’t be wearing pigtails.
My phone buzzes an incoming text.
“Now what?” I mutter. But when I glance down at the screen I see a pic. I pick up my phone to get a better look, because it’s a piece of paper with lots of little writing on it.
I zoom in and read the top of the page.
City General Hospital Lab Results.
Shit. Then I say it out loud. “Shit.” Because there it is. In black and white.
Patient Jesse Boston.
Blood tested positive for flunitrazepam.
Dated this morning, time-stamped at seven AM.
My phone buzzes again.
A text from the jerk:
Unless you want to watch me tell my harrowing story of how four cosmetics moguls lost their minds on TV tonight, I highly suggest you be outside your building in one hour. Wearing pigtails.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN - JESSE
I’m outside. Where are you?
That’s what I text to Emma once I pull up in front of her building. She’s testing me but I’m ready for her today. I am willing to overlook the drugging and the kidnapping—but no one walks out on me the way she did last night.
No one.
So am I being petty and childish by demanding that she spend the day with me learning her lesson?
Absolutely.
Do I care?
Absolutely not.
I don’t even know what we’re going to do today. I have no plans other than monopolize her day. Make her waste time with me. Make her hate me.
This is what’s called the classic hate fuck, Jesse.
Her words are burned into my mind forever. I will never stop hearing her say that to me. Ever.
The balls on this woman. Giant, motherfucking bull-sized balls on this woman.
