by Nana Malone
“Are you sure about this?” He ground out. His body trembled as he asked the question. The desperation and need of the last year making him shake. He worried he wouldn’t have enough control.
Her dark eyes blinked. “Please don’t stop.”
A mixture of triumph, need, and worry infused his blood. God, she was saying yes to him? He had a year of dirty fantasies about her. He wanted to take his time. His cock twitched as if to contradict him. No. Go fast.
With her hands pinned, Griffin leaned down, partially pulling up her soft cotton T-shirt with his hand, then tugging it the rest the way up with his teeth.
Jaggar's breath caught even as she arched her back seeking more.
With some of that cotton out of the way, he placed open mouth kisses along her ribs and her sternum, his lips brushing the sides of her breasts.
Her breaths came out harsh and ragged, making her breasts jiggle with the motions. His gaze didn’t stray from them as he reached behind her, lifting her slightly and unsnapping her bra. The tension of the lace gave way as he used his teeth to tug down the delicate fabric, exposing her rosy tip to his mouth.
Holy fuck. She was so perfect.
With a low groan he sucked the tight bud into his mouth and she cried out. His name, both a curse and exhalation on her lips. Holy hell she was so sexy. Heat rushed to his cock and he throbbed in his sweats. All he wanted to do was tug down his pants and slide home into her sweet silken depths. But, he forced himself to slow down as much as he could. A part of his subconscious knew he might not get another shot at this.
As he sucked on her, he reached for the hem of her leggings then slid his fingers under the elastic.
“Griffin please, oh God.”
Gently, he scraped the tight bud with his teeth. "You like that? The feel of my tongue on you?"
"Y-yes. God, yes."
She might’ve been verbally pleading, but he was pleading with his whole body. He prayed he wouldn’t wake up from this dream anytime soon.
Later, when they had more time, he'd take a moment to appreciate what a sight Jaggar Jakes was in lingerie, all creamy, pale skin and full lush curves, but right now he couldn’t wait. Couldn't ignore the rush of lust and need.
He slipped his fingers beneath the lace of her panties and over her soft, smooth skin. When he reached her hot, slick center he cursed low against her breast. Fuck. So wet. So hot. "You feel so fucking good. Do you want me, Jaggar? Do you want my fingers? My tongue? My cock?"
With her hands gently locked in his grasp, all she could do was raise her hips into his questing finger and cry out his name. He delved in with just the tip, testing to see how wet she was. How badly she wanted him.
“Oh my god, Griffin, don’t tease. I just need—"
He released her breast, but not before gently grazing the now sensitive tip again with his teeth, making her shudder.
“I’m not teasing beautiful, I just can’t believe how soft you are. How good you taste.”
He delved in deeper with his finger, and she coated his skin with her slickness. With his thumb he gently stroked her clit in slow circles before sliding another finger inside her. She gasped his name on the retreat and he slid in with more urgency. With his fingers fucking her, he kissed her again, his tongue mimicking the actions of his fingers. Mimicking what his cock was so desperate to do.
When he released her wrists, her hands went straight to his hair again and she attempted to drag him closer. But Griffin wasn't going to be rushed. His fingers continued to work her and he groaned as her pussy walls lightly quivered around his fingers. Yes, God. She was so damned responsive.
Her hands gripped and clawed at his shoulders as he plundered her mouth. All the while, his thumb worked overtime, rotating harder on her clit as he eased a third finger inside. He tore his lips from hers before grinding out. “Come for me Jaggar. Please, I want to see you.”
With another flick of his thumb, she flew apart, her body quaking beneath his. Gently, he eased his fingers from her and she muttered a feeble protest.
“Easy, I’m just you getting out of these clothes. I want to see what you look like.”
His hands shook as he tugged down her leggings and panties. With every inch of exposed flesh bared to him, he fought hard to swallow.
As he tugged down the straps of her bra, she sank her fingers into his hair.
Desperation had him shoving down his sweats. When she slid along his body, he brought her with him as he reached into the nightstand for a condom.
Griffin drank in every inch of her, from the mole on her clavicle, to the light dusting of freckles on her nose he’d never noticed before. To the way she angled her head. He’d always see her like this from now on. Relaxed, with that soft expression in her eyes.
He rolled on the condom quickly and had her flat on her back in seconds. Her hips rolled and he gritted his teeth. “Jaggar, you’re killing me.”
She drew in a shaky breath. “Like you haven’t been teasing me.”
He dipped his head and nipped at her lips. “Yeah well, you’ve been torturing me for a year.”
Her lips tipped up into a smile. “Have I now? I thought you hadn't noticed.”
His brows lifted. “The fuck me heels? The dresses that drape over you like sin? Your beautiful face and that feistiness.” He rocked his hips, his cock brushing against her soft center. “Oh, I noticed.”
“I feel that.” She laughed. The sound washing over him and making all his nerve endings shiver in anticipation.
“God, I love that sound.”
She licked her lips and he rocked into her even as he dipped his head to kiss her again. Ecstasy rolled up his spine and he hissed in a breath.
Jaggar’s nails dug in to his shoulders and he swore under his breath.
“Griffin…” her voice was breathy as they moved together, slide and retreat and slide and retreat. He wanted this to last, but she was too hot. Too slick. Too soft. Too perfect.
Nuzzling into her throat, he reached between them and once again stroked her clit even as he desperately tried to hold on.
Her body fisted him tight, milking him as she arched her body into the release and bit her bottom lip.
“Jaggar—shit.” Jaw locked, Griffin tried to ride out her orgasm, but it felt too much like fucking heaven. As she milked his cock he could only thrust in twice more before his world exploded.
11
Jaggar woke with a start. Her heart thudded against her ribs and heat pulsed between her legs. Slowly, the memory of the morning came into focus. Holy fuck, she'd had sex with Griffin. Accidental sex ... though the moment she'd laid down, she'd known something was going to happen. She was only human after all.
And sex with him … The man should give lessons. Between his intense focus, his hands, and his tongue, he had skills. Like he’d spent a lot of time working at it and had perfected his technique. But it was more than just that. It was like he was attuned to her body. He picked up on every single nonverbal cue. All she'd had to mutter was, "Oh my God." And, "Yes, right there." And, "Faster." Or, "Harder." Or, "Slow down, slow down." He'd played her like a master plays an instrument, and straight after she'd passed the hell out. How long had she been asleep?
Jaggar slid a glance over his prone naked form. He'd passed out facedown on his bed, a possessive hand on her breast. Thanks to that positioning, they'd made love three times, passed out, then he'd involuntarily twitch and squeeze her breast, she'd moan and they'd be off again doing ... things.
God. The man was dirty. And she liked dirty. For someone so concerned about his image and presenting just the right look, in bed, he didn't have that problem. A master with his tongue. Both in skill and the uh ... oral competency. He dirty talked like a master.
Her cheeks heated and she held back a giggle. She needed to get up before they went at it again and didn't leave the fucking house all day. And she had come over here to tell him what she'd found on Elsa, but well, the sex had happened.
She
needed to get clothes on before she forgot how to walk, and if Griffin started again, there was no way she was letting him stop.
Right. Out of bed then. Before the sex god fucks you stupid.
Jaggar gently shifted to the left, careful not to wake him. It took several seconds longer than it should have because he automatically palmed her and it was so hard not to arch into the caress. But she'd managed it.
When she was out of bed, he grumbled a protest, but then curled his arm under his pillow and commenced snoring. A smile tugged at her lips. The man really was gorgeous. One day maybe she'd ask him about all his tattoos. She couldn’t believe she'd never seen them before. Not like you've ever been naked in his presence. Yeah, there was that.
She snagged her clothes off the floor before reaching over to the headboard and untying her bra. She’d never look at a bra quite the same again. She hadn’t considered how one could be used as handcuffs. Something dark and needy pulled low in her belly as she eyed his perfect ass. No. You will not climb back into bed with him.
Maybe another time. Shit, was she really thinking of sleeping with him again? It's not like she could pretend she was drunk this time or anything like that. She’d wanted him. He'd wanted her. It was that easy. Right now it was time for food and then they could talk about Elsa. She’d dissect how she was feeling about the whole situation later ... much later.
Once dressed, Jaggar studied his fridge, but the man was crazy healthy. There had been nothing worth eating in his fridge. And while she was a good cook, all he had were egg whites and some tasteless looking cheese, so breakfast had been out of the question.
She'd snagged his keys and ran down to the bakery on the corner, grabbing croissants and muffins and tasty looking lemon bars. When she returned, she dropped the food on the counter and checked the time. She let herself in to the loft to find he was still asleep. It was already 9:30 a.m. She wanted to have some time to chase this lead before she had to get into the office later that afternoon. She had another story she was working on and sometimes it helped to have access to all the TVN archives.
And since she needed him in her corner, it was time to wake him up. Before she made it to the stairs though, his phone buzzed on the counter. She turned to look but left it alone. Don’t touch it. Not your business. But his phone buzzed again. Leaning over the counter, she glanced at the display. Amber?
Did you forget you were supposed to join me for breakfast this morning, baby?
And oh, joy of joys, there was a photo of Amber and her … wow... spectacular tits. He'd had another date this morning. Instead of going, he'd slept with her. What do you expect? You made it easy for him. Brought the pussy to him. He didn’t have to leave to get it.
She knew better, but still the disappointment and dread curled round her gut and squeezed. Did you think you were special in some way? Yeah ... like an idiot.
Jaggar eyed the stairs, she could go up there and pretend she hadn’t seen the text but she was weak. She might just sleep with him again. Heat and need pulled low in her belly. "Stupid traitorous body." But her brain was online now. She could think this through. Jaggar was smart enough to know that this feeling right here, where she felt sad and oddly used ... She wasn't such a fan of that. She didn’t want a repeat. Well, she did want a sex repeat, but that wasn't going to happen. She wanted special. Griffin was a master of getting people to tell him or give him what he wanted or what he was looking for.
One mistake didn't mean she had to repeat it. You're not good enough for the likes of him. Her mother's words clanged around in her head. So what if she'd slept with him? She was a grown-up. She was a professional. And she had work to do. They were not partners. She could do the Elsa thing on her own.
She'd misread signals before. She'd get over it.
Leaving the breakfast where it was, Jaggar let herself out of his apartment. She had information to track down. Elsa was the ticket to the story and she didn't need Griffin. He was out for himself. And now she was too.
She closed the door to his place and took her phone out of her pocket, then dialed her contact. When he answered, she said, "Jason? It's Jaggar. Can you meet me?”
All she had to do was find out what Elsa's connection was to that family. She could do this. Focus on the work and stop thinking with your vajayjay. Griffin Styles is not the guy you keep. Cross him off your bucket list and get your ass back to work.
Griffin woke with a hard on and the smell of Jaggar's perfume all over him. Hell, that woman nearly broke him. He honestly wasn’t sure if he could walk anymore.
But screw walking. Who needed to get anywhere? He could stay in bed all day. Half of his job was done from his phone. He rolled over expecting to drag her to him. "What do you say we grab breakfast before we get to work? Maybe a shower too." Mmm, shower sex. Jaggar all soaped up and ... his cock throbbed.
Except, as he reached out, her soft skin wasn’t in touching distance. Griffin lifted his head. "Jaggar?"
The deep frown pulled at his brow and his lips. Yeah, so he'd snuck out of his fair share of women's houses. But, what had happened this morning, that wasn't fake. He hadn’t imagined that.
Had he been too rough with her, too demanding? Worry laced with panic wove and intertwined in his mind. She'd come, several times, and she'd urged him to go harder, faster. What the fuck had happened?
He saw the breakfast on the counter; so she'd run out to the bakery, but hadn’t stayed? Was this some kind of payment for a good fuck?
Relax. There is probably a perfectly reasonable explanation for this. Besides the one that she'd just left him after that kind of a morning. Snatching his phone off the counter, he rolled his eyes at the messages from Amber. She’d been one of the dancers at The Prestige. A friend of his boy Evan. She’d been all over him last night. Suggested they could catch breakfast sometime. He'd been too focused on Jaggar and he'd muttered some platitude. Evan must have given her his number.
But there were no messages from Jaggar. She'd come knocking long before it was a decent time to be awake. She'd said she had something on Elsa. But now what? She'd proven that she could make him crumble so she could chase the story on her own? Why does it bother you so much?
Okay fine, it was an ego bruise. She’d been having fun. And the woman knew how to use her mouth. He'd rather not think about how she got so good. Yeah, don’t think about that. Maybe it's because you actually like this one. And she was under his skin. And from now on he'd forever know exactly how she tasted, how she arched her back, how she liked to have her hair pulled as he fucked her from behind.
Jaggar Jakes had accomplished her apparent goal. She was under his skin. He was off his game. He'd been more worried about her milking his cock than he had been about the story and now she was gone. Fair enough, if that’s how she wanted to play, then that's how it would be.
If she thought she'd show him up again, she had another thing coming.
How had she been so stupid?
Since leaving Griffin’s, Jaggar couldn’t concentrate. She'd already gone for a run hoping that would help her focus. But it hadn’t. And for once working didn’t give that rush, that singular purpose.
She had Griffin on the brain. More specifically, sex with Griffin on the brain. Her lips still tingled and she could feel the heated imprints his hands had left all over her body. Shit. This was going to be a problem. Now that she knew what it was like to be with him, she wasn’t going to be able to think about anything else.
Hell. “Focus Jaggar."
Her phone chimed and she padded barefoot over to her granite countertop where she'd left her phone to charge. It was a text from Trevor, one of the investigators she often had doing side gigs for her on research.
More information on Elsa. She came on a student visa to study dance. Two guesses to who she met in college and fell in love with.
And just like that, all thoughts of Griffin were shoved to the back of her mind. The buzz of a great lead took over and she nearly vibrated with it. She calle
d the feeling the hum. That feeling that she was on her shit. When nothing intruded on her doing what she needed to do. This was what she lived for. She tapped a quick message back.
Milton Randall. How did they meet?
The response was instant.
Seemingly random. At a bar near Georgetown campus.
The hairs on the back of her neck stood at attention.
Seemingly?
Yeah. Back then, Randall was running as far away from the family business as he could. He used his mother's maiden name.
Jaggar thought for a moment before replying.
Let me guess. Our dancer on a scholarship has some connection to the Randalls?
That's the reason they pay you the big bucks. Sr. had had an affair with her mother back when he was traveling the world.
Oh hell. She could see where this was going and it pointed to all kinds of trouble.
So Randall senior paid her to go away?
Something like that. I'll keep digging.
Thanks you're the best. I have a bottle of scotch waiting for you.
Jaggar went back to her laptop and pulled out the files for the Randall story again. She eyed the kids and tried to match timelines. The children looked too young to be a product of the relationship, but the girl, with her unusual eyes and pale blond locks ....Was it possible? Was Elsa that girl’s mother? If so, that was just ... She shook her head. She needed to talk to Elsa. This story would make or break her career and she wanted to get it right.
Jaggar pulled up the number Trevor had given her and dialed.
Elsa's voice was hesitant when she answered. "Hello?"
"Elsa, this is Jaggar Jakes. Please don’t hang up."
"How did you get this number?"
"I'm an investigative reporter, Elsa. I just want to talk."
"And I already told you, I can’t talk to you."
Jaggar sighed. "Look, this story is getting written with or without you. I'd rather you get to have a say, but if you don’t and you come up, the Randalls will put their spin on you."
