by Roxy Sloane
I start to sink to the ground, but he holds me up. “Not today,” he growls. “As much as I love your mouth, I want to come with your cunt clenching tight around me.”
“You’re the boss.” I smile, teasing, and he smirks.
“Yes, I am. And don’t you forget it.”
He grips my hips, lifting me effortlessly so my legs are wrapped around his waist. I feel him nudge against me, and then he’s sliding deep, pinning me back against the wall with the force of his cock.
Yes.
Jase pistons into me, rubbing high inside my walls, right there at my sweet spot. I could throw my head back and let him have my way, but a spark of rebellion makes me pause.
Slowly, I clench around him, milking him out with my tight inner walls.
“Fuck,” Jase groans.
“Is that a good ‘fuck’?” I tease, squeezing him again.
Jase answers with a punishing kiss, and then he’s thrusting deep again, hitting me just right. My control disappears in the spray of hot water, and with the relentless surging of his cock. I don’t care who takes the lead, I just need him hard and thick, right there.
“Jase!” I moan, my body riding to him. “Fuck. Harder. Oh God!”
He slams into me and I shatter in another epic orgasm, screaming his name. Jase pulls out and sets me down just as he comes—groaning as he spurts a milky torrent over my breasts and belly, marking me with his seed.
I catch my breath. We’re both gasping, and I can’t believe that just happened so fast—or that it felt so good.
I slowly get to my feet again, rinsing off under the spray. “If that’s how you get ready for work, count me in,” I joke, when I regain the power of speech again. “I need to take up . . . what is it you do again? Something with research, right? You never said.”
I look to Jase for a smile, but he shuts off the water and grabs a towel without a word. “You can let yourself out, right?” he says.
I pause. It’s like the shutters just came down, and I don’t know what happened.
“Sure,” I say. “But don’t you want to—”
“I’ll call you later,” Jase interrupts. He exits the bathroom, leaving me wet, naked, and totally confused.
What just happened?
I grab a towel and start to dry off, wondering what set him on edge. I know he said he had to run to work, but I didn’t think ten minutes of fun would make a difference. Now I wonder if I just screwed up—or if he’s trying to give me a hint about sticking around the morning after.
I hear the sound of the door slam. He left without saying goodbye.
Unless you count the amazing orgasm.
I shake off my doubts. I’m overthinking this. We’ve spent one night together, and sure, it was the most epic night of my life, but that doesn’t mean anything. If he’d wanted to kick me out, he would have. Instead, he just fucked me seven ways to Sunday in his luxury shower.
Take the win, Chloe.
I laugh, my spirits restored. This is one thing in my life I shouldn’t overthink. So what if Jase isn’t whispering sweet nothings and cuddling late in bed?
I prefer it when he talks dirty and fucks me into the mattress, anyway.
*
I dress and head home, stopping by Max’s apartment building on my way back to leave the ring in an envelope with his doorman. Maybe it’s the coward’s way out, but he’s still in New York on business, and I don’t want to be carrying that thing around for a moment longer—especially thinking about how much that diamond is worth.
I check my messages, but he hasn’t called. I feel bad for breaking things off over voicemail, and I know there’s a difficult conversation ahead when he’s back in town, but still, even the thought of his disappointment can’t kill my good mood.
I’m on top of the world today.
Even Amanda notices when I arrive at the farmer’s market to help her out. “Well, look at you,” she says, giving me a knowing look. “Either my face cream is even better than I thought, or Max showed you a good time last night.”
“Max and I broke up,” I say cheerfully, and slip into the booth beside her. There are customers waiting, so I greet them with a smile. “Hi, can I help at all? Any free samples?”
“Wait a minute, what?” Amanda interrupts. “Sorry,” she adds to the customers, “but my best friend just dumped the richest guy in the city, and I need details.”
“Amanda!” I protest, embarrassed. She’s still waiting for an answer. “We broke up. It wasn’t working. I met someone else. Happy now?”
“Not even close.” But she’s grinning so widely, I can tell it’s not true. Amanda smothers me in a hug. “I’m so happy for you!”
“Wait, you weren’t this happy when I got engaged!” I pull away. She gives me an apologetic look.
“Max is an ass. You’re so much better off without him.”
I’m stunned. “And you couldn’t have said anything sooner?”
“I’m sorry, I know I should have said something, but you were so swept up in the romance of it all. I figured you had to find out for yourself. And you did, yay!” Amanda grins. She looks back to the line of customers, longer now. “Crap, we better get to work. But I want all the details about who this new guy is who’s making you glow like that. Besides my new skin cream,” she adds, louder, turning to the crowd. “Doesn’t she look amazing? Twice a day, every day, and you can have skin just like that!”
I hide a smile as Amanda launches into her sales pitch. Face cream—and incredible sex with Jase Banner, but that’s not on the menu for this crowd, so I focus on helping out for the rest of the morning, until we’re almost sold out of product.
“Want to grab lunch?” Amanda asks, doing the final cash count. “I’m buying!”
“Sorry, I have my open house. But let’s do something fun tonight, splurge on dinner to celebrate.”
“You mean two toppings on the pizza takeout?” Amanda grins.
I laugh. “Why not? I’m celebrating.”
“To your un-engagement,” Amanda agrees. “See you later!”
I still feel incredible as I walk home to pick up my open house materials, and I know it’s not just the sex. Sure, Jase is out of this world when it comes to turning me on, but there’s something more than that, too. I feel freer, more confident in myself, like I can take on the world—
“Chloe.”
I come back down to earth with a bump. Sienna is waiting on the front steps, and she doesn’t look happy.
OK, maybe I can take on the world. But an icy, glaring Mainwaring? That’s something else.
I swallow. “Sienna, hi. How’s it going?”
“You tell me.” She purses her lips, and pulls something from her bag. “I stopped by Max’s place to get things ready for his return, and the doorman says you left this.”
She holds out the envelope with my engagement ring.
“I . . . I’m sorry.” I flush. “But Max and I broke up.”
Sienna’s eyes widen. “You can’t do that.”
“I already did.” I try to move past her, but she stays blocking my path.
“He proposed to you!” Sienna gasps. “You’re getting married!”
“Not anymore,” I tell her. “I really am sorry. Can you please make sure he gets the ring back safely?”
“No!” Sienna’s voice is outraged, and I turn in surprise. “This is not happening,” she hisses at me, furious. “You can’t do this to us.”
“I’m sorry,” I say again, surprised she’s so mad. “But this is what you wanted, isn’t it? All along, you’ve been telling me I’m not good enough for him. So now he can find someone who is.”
“But it’s all arranged!” Her voice goes up. “The wedding planner already booked the venue, invitations are set to go out!”
“So un-set them.” I’m seriously confused. One minute she’s acting like Max is way above me, and now she’s angry I’m not marrying him, after all? “Look, I’ll talk about this with Max when he gets back. P
lease send my apologies to your grandmother, too. I’m sorry to do this, but this all happened way too fast. I should never have said yes in the first place,” I add. “I’ve only known him a few months.”
“You ungrateful little bitch.” Sienna’s face screws up in anger. I reel back in shock. “I told him you were all wrong for this, but did he listen? No. You’ve just ruined everything! What the hell are we supposed to do now?”
I don’t understand what she’s saying.
“Goodbye, Sienna,” I say firmly, pushing past her. I unlock my door and then close it on her furious face. I really don’t get why she’s so angry. Anyone would think I just broke up with her, not her stepbrother!
But it’s not my problem anymore, I realize. None of the Mainwarings are. No more icy tea parties or fancy gala events. Maybe other girls would be disappointed to think of losing all the romance and candlelit dinners, but I feel nothing but relief.
I’ve made the right decision. Even if I’d never met Jase, marrying Max would have been a terrible mistake. Because now I finally understand: there’s no such thing as a blank slate. I can’t erase the past—and I shouldn’t have to. My terrible affair with Aleksander is part of my history now, and I’m not going to move on from my past by pretending it never happened. Play-acting at being the perfect bride for a man who barely knows me won’t solve a thing.
But having mind-blowing sex with a man who seems to understand my darkest fantasies? That’s definitely on the menu. And I can’t wait.
18.
JASE
That’s how you do it.
All night, balls-deep, until they’re screaming for mercy.
Chloe tried to resist me for too long, but I showed her what she’d been missing. And I made damn sure she’ll never take another cock without thinking about me—and wishing I was the one she had giving it to her hard and deep, all the way to the hilt.
Yeah, I gave her a night she’ll never forget. I should feel like a fucking champion, but instead I’m on edge. Tense. Still wound as tight as before Chloe wrapped her sweet lips around my cock and gave me the release I’d been waiting for.
I saw. I conquered. I came.
Game over.
At least, that’s the way it’s supposed to go. A couple of rounds in bed—or up against the wall—and then I’m onto the next girl without a backwards look. The thrill of the chase doesn’t last past morning, and you better believe I don’t stick around once I’m done with the only thing that matters:
The feel of your slippery cunt clutching around me. The sound of your screams as I make you beg for just another inch.
I keep things simple. Easy. And I never come back for more.
So why can’t I get Chloe out of my head? Last night was a fucking revelation, but I haven’t even started with her yet. For the first time in my life, I want more.
More of her body. More of that sweet, juicy mouth. And more of the way she looks at me—that total trust and complete surrender. I’ve never felt anything like the power I feel when I’m holding her down, making her scream my name like it’s the only one she’ll ever need. It’s primal, the way I want to own her.
So what the fuck’s happened to me?
See you tonight?
A text comes while I try to focus on some work. Chloe. Followed by another.
You owe me a pair of panties, but I’ll settle for another orgasm ;)
I get hard just thinking about it. Fuck. My phone rings, and I answer without looking.
“Couldn’t wait for tonight, huh?” I grin, imagining her. “How about you skip the panties altogether. I want you wet and ready for me from the minute you walk in that door.”
“Thanks, but I think I’ll pass,” a smug male voice replies, and it’s like an ice bath emptying over my cock.
Not Chloe.
Definitely not Chloe.
“Maxwell,” I answer through gritted teeth. “I thought I was done with you.”
“The hundred Gs I deposited in your account yesterday says otherwise.”
What? I click through to my bank website, and check the account. Sure enough, the transfer went through—right about the time Chloe showed up on my doorstep, begging me to fuck her like this limp dick never could.
I fucked him right out of her life, and now I need him to fuck off out of mine.
“I don’t want your money,” I tell him, pissed. “I’ll reverse the transaction, end of story.”
“Why? It sounds like you’re proving excellent value. That was my fiancée you thought you were talking to just now, was it not?”
“Ex-fiancée.” I can’t stop correcting him, and he laughs.
“So you have spoken to her. I wondered if that breakup voicemail she left me was because of you. Well, congratulations are in order. I appreciate the stellar work.”
“I don’t work for you,” I tell him, angry. “And I won’t take your money. In fact, I’m returning it right now.”
I click a few options on the screen, and right away, the transfer is reversed. I figured I’d feel some kind of regret watching a hundred grand slip away, but I don’t feel a thing.
This guy is toxic, and I want him out of my life—and out of Chloe’s, too.
“Not having a crisis of conscience, are we?” Max laughs. “Or have you actually fallen for the frigid little whore?”
I see red. “You stay the fuck away from her, you understand?”
“Aww, she has gotten to you, hasn’t she? Shame. I’m sure she wouldn’t be too happy to hear you just fucked her for money. Funny, I guess that makes you the whore in this equation—”
I hang up before I reach down the line and throttle him with my two bare hands.
Motherfucker.
He’s wrong. I haven’t fallen for anyone. Just because I don’t want to see Chloe get hurt doesn’t mean a thing.
But if he tells her he hired me to get close . . .
I get cold.
He wouldn’t. He’s got what he wanted now: Chloe out of his life, and that goddamn ring back. But Max is just the kind of asshole to dig the knife in, just to get the last word.
If Chloe finds out I lied to her, she’ll be crushed.
Fuck.
The solution is simple, and staring me right in the face. I have to cut her loose, just like every other woman. No repeat play of that scene in the shower this morning. No tying her down and showing her exactly what that virgin asshole of hers can take. If I blow her off now, it doesn’t matter what Max reveals. She’ll hate me anyway, so what’s one more reason why?
I never made her any promises. I never said that this was more than a one-time thing.
So that’s it. Case closed.
Except . . . I don’t want it to be.
I want Chloe, to hell with Max’s threats. So what the fuck do I do now that he’s armed with that grenade?
I’m wound so tight I arrive at the gym with a fucking storm cloud over my head, looking to beat my way out of this mood.
Logan’s already here, lifting weights beside the ring. “Jase, buddy, feeling brave today?”
“I don’t know, mate,” I reply. “Feeling stupid?”
Logan laughs. “Not me. You’re looking to do some serious damage, I can tell. Me and this pretty face are staying out of the ring.”
“Good call,” I say, wrapping my hands. I mean business, and I don’t want to smash a friend’s face in the meantime.
“Before I forget, I got that background you wanted.” Logan racks his weights and stretches. “Whatshername, that Chloe girl.”
I stop. “No need, the case is closed.”
“You sure?” Logan looks puzzled, and I don’t blame him. I’m a bloodhound when it comes to sniffing out the truth. “I’ve got the file right here.”
“I’m sure.”
He shrugs and reaches for his gym bag. “It’s all on the drive, if you ever change your mind.”
He tosses a memory stick at me, and I catch it on reflex. “I told you, I don’t need it.”
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br /> “And I know you better than you think.” Logan grins. “Take a look, it’s pretty juicy. Your girl’s been through a lot.”
“She’s not my girl,” I say automatically. He laughs.
“Keep telling yourself that, buddy. But I’ve got ten bucks on you beating the shit out of some guy just to prove you couldn’t care less.”
He picks up his stuff and saunters away before I can argue again.
The memory stick sits in the palm of my hand. It barely weighs a thing, but right now it feels like an anvil.
What is Chloe hiding—and do I really need to know?
I shove it in the pocket of my gym shorts and climb up into the ring.
“What have you got for me today, Bruiser?”
Yeah, that’s his name. Six foot five of solid muscle, with a mean streak to match. We’ve done our share of sparring, and usually I come out on top, but today I’m off my game. Right away he suckers me with a hard left hook that sends me staggering back against the ropes.
“Easy there, Banner.” Bruiser smirks, fists up. “Might break something like that.”
I find my feet again. Dance like a butterfly, sting like a motherfucking bee, that’s how you do it. You’ve got to be laser-focused to stay in the fight. Totally in control—
I move in with a one-two quick jab, dancing back out of range before Bruiser can swing for me. That’s more like it. Now we’re in the game. We circle, landing a few jabs, but nothing major. All I need to do is keep my head in the ring and not out there, with Chloe and that pesky memory stick.
There’s no reason for me to read it. Like I said, her case is closed. I don’t need to know what secrets she’s been running from—
Bruiser pummels me with a hard jab I don’t see coming. Fuck. I get my fists up and fight back, but I’m off balance and he’s got me on the run.
“What the fuck, dude?” he demands, landing a sharp punch to my ribs that sends me spinning. “You’re not even trying.”
I growl, annoyed, but he’s right. This is all Chloe’s fault.
I shouldn’t even care like this. There are a hundred other women out there waiting for my call—and my cock. But for some reason, I want this one. I want to know everything about her: what’s going on behind those soulful eyes. Every last thing that makes her tick. And not just the dirty, filthy things that will make her pussy wet and her mouth beg for mercy.
