“Out here?” My eyes darted around the blackness of the sea and up to the sky where the twinkling of stars glittered over the waves soft beams of light shown across the boat.
He nodded, and yanked my dress up and over my head tossing it to the side. “For the last few weeks, I’ve wanted you in my bed, on my desk, on the table in my kitchen and the list goes on. However, the bow of the boat seems like a good place to start.”
Standing in front of him in my bikini, I blinked swallowing down my nerves. Jax was direct that was for sure. I suppose that was how he was with all his endeavors—business and personal. Fuck. I wanted him too. I’d never had public sex fantasies, case in point the aforementioned peach margarita incident.
Yet, somehow Jax elicited new desires inside me. Maybe Krystle was onto something, I should consider making a bingo card and filling it up with sexual fantasies. His hands framed my face, the pads of his thumbs stroking my cheeks. I was a jumbled mess, and he was calm.
Determined.
Intense.
Focused—on me.
As he touched me, his hands sliding into my hair and then pulling me flush against him, I felt him everywhere. Somehow I managed to find my voice. “You must have taken a lot of cold showers.”
My words made him laugh. It was a beautiful sound—rich and warm it rolled over me like the waves of the sea. “Maybe a few.” His hands moved over every inch of my exposed skin, mapping over my shoulders and trailing down my back.
My need grew with each touch and graze over my skin and somehow I needed more. To be closer.
“So the bow, then what?”
His lips ghosted over mine, and then brushed against my cheek. “Then, anything you want, which I believe will be the same thing I want—more.”
“You’re quite confident.” I asserted.
“I am—very.” Deft fingers worked the strings of my top, pulling until the fabric fell away. Instinctively I covered my breasts. I had no idea why. Heat spread across my cheeks and down my neck.
“I want to see you,” he said. “I want to see everything.”
With a nod, I did a quick scan of our surroundings once again. It was dead silent aside from the sounds of the ocean and the occasional rustle of breeze. My arms separated revealing my breasts, and I felt Jax’s molten gaze on me.
“What if the sex is bad?” I barely got the words out, before his hands cupped my breasts. Slowly he moved his fingers massaging slow circles against my sensitive flesh. Everything inside me sizzled like a live wire, and when his thumbs lightly brushed over my nipples my hips rocked forward. My belly connected with his erection. Shit. He was thick and hard.
Jax shook his head. “Not possible, do I need to remind you of my oral skills again?”
I wasn’t worried about his abilities. Up until Jax, I had only been with three men in my life. My high-school boyfriend, Kris, he was very sweet. Then there was Dylan, who I met in college and fell madly in love with, but I was a freshman when we started dating and he was a senior. When he graduated and moved to Charleston it was hard to keep our relationship going. I went home to work at the club, and that is when I met Cord. He mended my broken heart over Dylan, who I still loved or thought I did back then anyway.
“I plan to play out every fantasy that I’ve dreamed about you,” he whispered into my hair, and a full body shiver rolled through me.
“Jax.”
He’d fantasized about me? That was an incredibly empowering feeling.
“Is there something you need, sweetheart?”
For starters your lips on mine. Your fingers inside me. You inside me.
“Just you.”
“Good answer.” His fingers tugged at the strings of my bikini bottoms and they fell to the floor. He bent down to pick up my swimsuit and then tossed it off the side of the boat.
“Uhmm, I kind of need those.”
“No, I want you naked,” Jax murmured against my skin. “You won’t need anything the rest of the weekend.”
I was fully naked and on display for the sky, the stars, the ocean and the heavens. Probably a few manatees and fish as well.
“Why am I the only one naked?” I teased.
Crossing his arms over his chest, he reached for the hem of his t-shirt, tugging and pulling it over his head. Next he unbuttoned his pants and shoved them along with his boxers to the ground. He was naked, and beautiful and standing before me looking like a sex god with the moonlight passing over his gorgeous chiseled features. My hands reached for his chest, my fingers grazing down over his broad chest and stroking lower to his abs—the kind of abs women dream about.
His hand brushed the hair away from my face and then spun me around propelling me forward. When his hand connected with my ass, my fingers curled around the railing in front of me.
“Your ass is perfect,” he rasped in my ear.
Not only was he a dirty talker, but he just revealed his kinky side. Slowly he moved his palm over my skin rubbing the pain away. Perhaps I had a kinky side, because I really liked the sting of that, and I shouldn’t because this man signed my paychecks.
He dragged his fingers through my wetness, and before I knew it he was there at my most sensitive spot. No one had ever touched me there. His cock, so hot, so thick pressed against my ass.
Fuck.
Before I could finish overthinking the entire thing, his hand connected low with my backside once more. Everything tingled and burned all at once. Instead of delivering another smack to my overly heated skin, this time he pulled up my hips and dipped two fingers inside me.
“Ahhh,” I cried out, shifting my hips craving the friction.
“You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?”
With his lips trailing kisses across my shoulder blades, his fingers stroked me slowly. Anticipation wound through me.
Unable to find my voice, my entire body shook with need. He asked the question again. No thoughts. My mind was blank, like an untouched canvas. There was nothing except my want for him.
“I guess I am when it comes to you.”
“Good answer.”
I shivered when Jax folded his body over mine, bringing his hand around teasing my clit with his thumb. When he slipped his fingers back inside me, moans of pleasure spilled from my lips breaking the silence.
The pressure began to build, his fingers increased their sensual rhythm as his lips teased and nipped over my shoulders and up my neck. Lust consumed me, spilling over every nerve ending in my body.
“That feels good,” I whispered.
“This is just the beginning.” he rasped, his hands gliding up the sides of ribcage and then cupping my breasts.
I turned around, needing to see his face. We hadn’t even had sex, yet he was whispering dirty promises. Rolling up on my tiptoes, I pressed a kiss to his mouth. My fingers trailed down his chest and over his abs once more, still lower moving my hands over the deep lines of his hips. My eyes never left his as I took his cock in my hands stroking him slowly.
“Christ, Stevie,” he hissed.
I’d never gotten off on giving a guy pleasure. Blowjobs weren’t my thing either. However seeing Jax’s eyes brimming with lust and hearing the sound of his breathing growing ragged had me yearning to take him deep into my mouth.
“Do you have any idea how much I want you right now?” he asked, his voice was raspy and filled with a tormented edge.
I palmed his cock, pumping him with long strokes drawing out the torment—relishing in the seduction. Another groan fell from his lips, and then his hands were all over me.
“Change of plans, the bow can wait. I’ll fuck you here soon. Tonight, I want you in my bed. In my bed all night where I can tease you, taste you again. I’ll fuck you all night, and then you’ll wake up with my cock still inside you wanting more.”
“Well, what are we still doing standing here, stop talking and fuck me already.”
He didn’t think twice, he picked me up carrying me over his shoulder. My bare ass expos
ed to the world. We reached the master suite and he dropped me to my feet—more staring, more caressing and kissing.
Oh the kissing.
His lips ghosted over mine as his hands tangled in my hair. It was a blur of movements, but the soft fabric touching my back registered that I was in Jax’s bed. He sucked my nipple into his mouth and gave the other the same care, this time biting softly. My back arched as I rubbed up against his erection, a silent demand for him to fuck me. Licking every inch of my neck and shoulders, his mouth worked an erotic magic. That light stubble of his chin scraped along my skin and I fucking loved it.
He pulled away from me, the sound of a drawer opening and then a foil pack being ripped open sent a shiver racing up my back.
“Do you know how long I have wanted this?”
Needing to hear him say the words, I shook my head. I was beginning to crave his filthy words. Suddenly, I wanted to hear him tell me in explicit detail all the dirty things he wanted to do to me. I blamed it on the anal sex conversation.
“The first time I saw you, I couldn’t take my eyes off you, and now I can’t look at you without wanting to kiss you.”
Desire wound through me like a drug. His lips pressed against mine, causing my whole body to tremble with need. He kissed me, his mouth plundering mine. It was intense—a glimpse of what was to come when he was inside me. My pounding heart shifted into overdrive. Every inch of his body seemed to cover mine, promising me the best sex I’d ever had. This wouldn’t be a fumbling sloppy fuck, this would be toe-curling orgasmic pleasure.
“Need you inside me, now,” I whispered.
He rolled up to kneel between my legs, and then his cock was inside me, filling me, stretching me wide—tearing me apart thrust by thrust.
Every time he pushed into me, I felt my eyes roll back. My nails dug into the muscles of his back. “Oh, yes, Jax.”
He was thorough, his movements unhurried, and every nerve ending in my body felt it. I relished the enduring strokes as we found our perfect rhythm. My legs wrapped around his waist drawing him closer.
He continued pumping into me and whispered, “Fuck, Stevie. You feel so good.”
The muscles in his neck pulled tight. My hands smoothed over his chest, and his lips crushed to mine. Tingles of my budding orgasm radiated, taking hold of my thoughts. I wanted this to last, to savor this moment, but I didn’t see that happening—it had been too long.
“I need you to come with me.”
“Does that even happen? Is that even possible?” My voice was barely a whisper.
“Again, questioning my abilities?” His hips churned, working a little faster hitting my sweet spot with exact precision. This was my undoing, my surrender and everything went blank.
A long moan was my only response because waves of pleasure ripped through me, every inch of my skin blazed. It was hot, beautiful bliss. He fucked through my orgasm, driving harder. My nails dug deeper into his hips, wanting . . . needing more friction to savor those tingles.
“Fuck, Stevie.” Thrusting deeper, his release was heralded by a sound that I could only describe as a primal growl. It was incredibly sexy. His lips rained kisses across my collarbone and down my chest. He slid out of me, and then out of the bed. The absence of his warmth, his touch, left me aching.
“Do not move. I’m not even close to being done with you.” He pointed at me as he walked towards the bathroom.
My head fell deeper into the pillow, as I pressed a fist to my mouth to suppress a smile. His promise of more left me trembling with want. As much as my thighs hurt, I would happily do that again.
THE NEXT MORNING, I WOKE in Jax’s bed alone. I sank deeper into the mattress, pulling the comforter up my body and covering my mouth. I inhaled deeply, the smell of freesia and fresh pear washed over my senses. The down was incredibly plush and the white sheets were buttery soft. Last night I barely had time to take note of the space, it was a grand master suite, bigger than my living room and kitchen combined.
The walls were a warm shade of beige which perfectly offset the rich dark wood fixtures. Still life artwork hung on the walls, and fresh orchids sat in glass vases all around the room. It was the perfect blend of masculine touches with hints of femininity. I wouldn’t mind calling this my bedroom, but no this was Jax’s bedroom—his bedroom on his yacht.
Holy shit.
I rolled to my side and buried my face into the pillow. Naked, that was the way I’d woken up in Jackson James Hart’s bed and the night before had been . . . amazing. No, scratch that, it was mind blowing. Which of the two was higher on the scale? I didn’t even know.
Looking at the clock on the nightstand, it was a quarter before nine.
Damn. I’d slept in and that was the first in a long time.
I wondered what Jax was doing. My stomach rumbled as I eased out of the bed setting my feet onto the thick carpet. My overnight bag sat on the floor next to the dresser, but all my clothes, the few I’d packed, were all neatly folded into the top drawer except for my dress from last night which hung in the closet alongside Jax’s clothes. The man had an entire wardrobe complete with dress pants and shirts.
“Ready for business at a moment’s notice,” I mumbled, as my hands drifted over each item of clothing.
“That I am.”
The sound of Jax’s voice brought a smile to my face. I stepped from behind the closet door. He stood in front of me, dressed in a pair of blue and white striped shorts and a Yale University T-shirt. I let my eyes trail over his thick, corded forearms. His hair was perfect, if not a bit windblown. Those blue eyes dazzled like the ocean, and that neatly trimmed five o’clock shadow made it nearly impossible for me to think about anything other than his mouth on me—everywhere.
“Good morning.”
His lips curved into sexy smile. “It’s a good morning indeed when here you are standing in front of me naked.”
“Not for much longer,” I said, reaching for one of his dress shirts.
His smiled deepened. “Here allow me.” Stepping towards me, his fingers brushed against mine as he pulled a blue and white striped shirt from its hanger. “This one will look sexy on you. Any of them would really, but this one’s my favorite.”
As Jax’s hands slipped over my shoulders, I struggled to focus on anything other than how good his touch felt and how much I wanted him again. My body was sore, and my mind was a swirly haze of all things Jax. I was afraid I might say something stupid. Caffeine was in order.
“Are you ready?”
I gazed over toward my bag. “Not quite, I need something to cover my . . .”
“No,” he said, grasping my elbow and pulling me to him. “I said that you wouldn’t need to wear anything else this weekend.”
Damn, he was serious. I thought that was something he muttered in the heat of the moment. Braless sure, I do that most weekends and nights, but panty free, that was something else entirely.
“Come on, the coffee is ready and so is our breakfast.”
“What are we having?” I asked, as we walked past the guest cabins and through the salon.
“We have fresh fruit, croissants, and yogurt. I can make you an omelet if you prefer. There’s also my personal favorite: Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal.”
My eyes took in the elegant spread on the dining table. “That is quite the breakfast menu.”
He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Anything the lady wants, she gets.”
“So, I’ve heard.”
“Here, sit, please,” he said, while pulling out a chair. “So what can I get you?”
“This is all wonderful,” I replied, gesturing around the table at the pastry and fresh fruit. “I don’t eat breakfast most days.”
“Yes, I know this, but today you will.”
I wasn’t shy as I loaded up my plate, and then I poured a cup of coffee and settled back into the chair blowing the steam away from the cup.
Grabbing a croissant, Jax eased into the chair beside me. “So, you haven
’t officially accepted my job offer.”
Inwardly I rolled my eyes as I took a sip of coffee. Could I really take this job that Jax offered? Was I capable? Nerves settled in the pit of my stomach.
“I don’t think I can take the job.”
“And why not?”
“It’s a very good offer, and I thank you so much,” I began, as I tore off a piece of croissant. “However, do you really think after what happened last night between the two of us, working together would be a good idea?”
His brow scrunched together, and he shook his head. “What happened last night?”
I tore off another bite of the flakey pastry and tossed it at him.
“I’m only kidding. Last night happened multiple times, I am very aware.” He leaned in capturing my lips with his.
My body was all too aware of how many times we had sex and that was a problem. It was written all over my face and marked on my skin. How would I be able to work with Jax, be great at the job and keep it hidden that I was screwing the boss? No one would respect me. Maybe I shouldn’t care.
“I can’t take the job, because you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off me,” I said, giving him a smirk. “Everyone would know our little secret. The interoffice emails practically write themselves—Stevie Brockman screwed her way into the job. You could print that on my business card, too, if you like.”
His burst of laughter kept me from proceeding with my speech. “I’ll search the email servers daily if I need to, and fire anyone who insinuates such a rumor. And for that matter, anyone who insults your capability will be fired.”
“The lengths you’d go to defend my honor are quite impressive.”
“So does that mean that you’d be accepting my offer?”
For a moment I thought about my student loans and the monthly bills that never failed to disappear. It would be nice to have an increase in income. “I still think that you are better off with an art dealer, someone more experienced or at the very least a decorator who has contacts at Town & Country Magazine.”
He lifted a shoulder. “For what possible reason?”
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