“What did you do?” I ask, I have to ask. “Not the sprinkler thing. What did you do to make all those men want to arrest you, take over the whole building?”
He thinks for a second before answering, because I know he wants to tell me the truth.
“Honestly, Jasmine? I’m not even a hundred percent sure myself, yet. But I’ve been set up and I need a few days to sort it out.”
I know it’s the truth, but I still can’t get my head around why he’s picked me to help him.
I’m staring at him, my mouth gaping open again when the lights change and he casually lifts his finger to signal me it’s time to move along.
“Let’s just get to the hotel,” he says softly. “We can get out of these wet clothes and I can do some thinking.”
I’ve never been to a fancy hotel and I’ve never been on the run before. I’ve never had a man in my car either so my mind’s about to explode when I think about the possibilities.
His looks, his hands on me under the desk.
What would he have done if we weren’t interrupted?
Is he going to do it again?
Helping me with directions once he sees I have no idea where I’m going, we eventually reach the hotel. A huge, five star place right in the middle of downtown traffic.
“Pull into the underground parking,” he tells me, and I feel my heart freeze.
Looking down at the gas, I realize I have barely enough to get us into the parking lot, let alone pay to keep my car there.
Reading my mind, he fishes into his pocket and produces what I think for a second is a stack of crisply minted fifty dollar bills.
“You can afford it,” he says dryly, and gently places the money in my lap. The aroma of money fills the car and my nose as I struggle to focus to get us a spot.
“Did you rob a bank?” I ask him, not wanting to touch the money if it’s stolen, but Maddox just laughs.
“It’s my money, Jasmine. Honest. I just raided my piggy bank today so I won’t have to use cards for a while.”
Which are probably frozen by now.
I reason with myself, based on the company he had back at the office, plus the knowing look in his eye.
“Do you know who set you up?” I ask, feeling angry now, angry that anyone would make things so difficult for Maddox.
For us.
I pick up the money, and hand it back to him.
“Oh yes. But I just need to wait for my evidence to come to light. So… I… we need to live on cash only for a while,” he adds with a wink, handing the money back to me.
I’ve never seen so much money, never knew there was such a thing as a five thousand dollar stack of money.
“We’ll need to get some dry clothes too, but let’s just get to that suite, huh?” he says softly, primed for action as I sit staring at him again.
“Shall we?” he finally says, unlocking the door and exhaling loudly as he peels himself out of my car, stretching his hands over his head and commenting how lucky he is it was only a short trip.
“I don’t think we were followed,” he says absently, checking the exits and glancing around the underground parking lot.
Tucking his laptop under one arm, he comes around to my side of the car and holds his elbow out.
“Shall we?” he asks.
As if he needs to ask.
There’s no real need for reception, but I do want to make sure we don’t walk in on my boss in her own entertainment.
Maddox waits by the phones behind some tall palms in pots and scans the entrance while I ask if there’s any messages for the suite, making sure to flash the key card.
“Miss Singleton not with you today?” The concierge asks with a sly grin, winking at me.
I shake my head firmly and he chuckles to himself.
“Anything you need, Miss…?” he starts to ask.
“Smith,” I answer automatically, making him chuckle harder.
“Anything you need it’s all on the account, Miss Smith no worries.”
I feel shocked. Embarrassed. Dirty.
It’s not until I find Maddox’s eyes on me again that the warm flush running through me develops meaning.
I feel very dirty, and wet and in a very good way all of a sudden.
The suite’s free… it’s empty… I’m on the arm of the chief partner of the firm who owns it.
I order myself to lighten up, to enjoy life for a change.
Stop telling yourself about everything that could go wrong and start focusing on everything that’s going right for a change.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Maddox
Watching her chat with the concierge I know she’s only checking the suite’s actually vacant.
By all accounts, Ms. Singleton likes to keep her clients well entertained.
But I feel my hackles going up again. The sight of anyone else anywhere near Jasmine, laughing or making conversation with her, without my say so…
I dunno. It’s maybe childish, maybe too much like a caveman, but I feel nothing but protective instincts for her when she’s not by my side, in my arms.
Which is where I intend her to be in a matter of minutes, as soon as we get upstairs to this damned suite.
I have my own. I have several properties, but I know they’d all be watched and I don’t want to chance it. This one feels safe for now, so I say go for it.
The sight of Jasmine smiling as she turns towards me, like we’re really a couple spending a dirty afternoon together is enough to set my mind at ease and my heart and dick racing again.
“You seemed pretty friendly with the concierge,” I growl.
I can’t help it. I try not to say anything, but I’m still smarting over the thought.
“He’s gross,” she explains, making a face. “Plus I had to make sure what’s her face isn’t already banging somebody up there,” she tells me with a reassuring grin, slipping her arm under mine again.
We enter the elevator and I let Jasmine punch the button to our floor, she’s got the key and it’s more than just the key to a suite.
She’s got the key to my heart, I just know it already.
I just hope she’s as eager to get out of these wet clothes as I am.
“Just tell me you won’t run off with the first concierge who tries to snatch you from me,” I ask her.
Her head shakes from side to side. “I still don’t get what you see in me, Maddox… but I’m not going anywhere you’re not,” she says coolly.
I breathe out and feeling her grip me tighter as the door opens, I tell myself not to be so uptight.
She’s come this far with me. Let’s just see how much further she’ll come for me.
“I told you, Jasmine you’re mine now. Just humor me and tell me that’s how it’ll be from now on,” I suggest, and she squeezes my arm extra heard, leaning in while she shivers a little from the cold and whispers what I’ve longed to hear since I first laid eyes on her.
“Alright then. I’m all yours, Maddox Mapleton. Do what you will.”
Oh, Jasmine I intend to.
I intend to.
The suite is about half way up, nothing spectacular compared to my usual standards, but considering it’s on the company’s books and has escaped my attention for so long, I almost tip my hat to whoever thought of it.
Almost but I also file it away for further investigation once all this is over.
For now though, it’s an Aladdin’s cave of privacy for Jasmine and me. A safe place, so I’m actually pretty grateful.
I help her open the door, swiping the access card and holding the door open as I usher her in.
Four stars… Hmmm.
Jasmine’s shriek of delight and then her huge sounds of disbelief as she walks through the place soon turn it into a hundred stars.
All for her, I remind myself.
I can scale down for a few days.
It’s not a penthouse suite, but we are trying to stay under the radar so it makes sense to-
“Oh. My. God!” I he
ar her exclaim, making me dart to the hallway where the bathroom is, thinking she’s in some sort of danger.
“Look at that tub! It’s bigger than my whole apartment!” she calls out.
I feel myself finally relaxing.
Leaning against the door, I watch her delight in the gleaming tiles, the free robes and towels, the fragrant shower gels that she holds to her nose like they’re designer brands which I think they are.
I dunno. I get everything custom from Belgium.
But I’m glad to see her happy, to see her eyes widen and take in something I can tell she’s never had before.
A little bit of luxury.
She grips my hands in hers, squealing to herself, before dashing over to the open curtains, floor to ceiling windows overlooking the bay as sunlight dances across her hair.
Highlighting her form as her damp clothes cling to it, almost as if it’s all a show for me.
“It’s just beautiful isn’t it?” she gasps, and I growl in agreement, not even looking at the view, the room or the world beyond it.
I’ve only got eyes for Jasmine now.
“It sure is,” I tell her honestly, shuddering a breath in as I make my way over to her, determined to tell her.
It’s now or never. I’ve waited long enough.
No more waiting.
I want what’s mine.
“Jasmine,” I command, making my index finger curl and flex, summoning her over to me.
“Let’s get you out of those wet clothes, and into a robe,” I whisper, saddened by her blush of shyness. Almost hurt she’d doubt my intentions.
“I just…” she starts to say, but I’m done playing. I’m done waiting.
In two steps my face is inches from hers. I grip her hands in mine and demand she tell me that she doesn’t want me. That she doesn’t want-
But her nerves are stilled. She finds her confidence as I move closer. And her sweet lips finally press hard against mine.
The same force that’s brought us together drives us closer, and from now on I promise myself without delay to claim what’s rightfully mine.
I’m no kisser, or so I thought. I’ve spent half my life building a law firm and businesses not chasing tail. Jasmine’s lips on mine are like the opening of a floodgate.
A lifetime’s worth of passion, yearning and desire has found its mark in one moment and I know without a doubt, that she truly is the one.
Defending myself, righting the wrongs of my betrayer… I don’t care about any of that right now.
Jasmine’s the only thing I want from now on. The rest can wait.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jasmine
I never thought, not in a thousand years that I’d be in the same room as Maddox, let alone him kissing me like this.
I’m no kisser. Never even been kissed, but I know it’s the kind of kiss that means more.
It’s the hard, passionate kiss of a man who’s staking his claim.
A man who knows what he wants and is prepared to do whatever it takes to get.
Can I really give myself to Maddox?
Body and soul?
My shyness gives me a thousand reasons to say no, but the hot line running straight through my body as his presses against it is screaming yes.
He’s up against something so big, I just know it could ruin him. And yet here he is wanting me.
Little old me. Jasmine Tate.
“And I do want you,” he murmurs, reading my mind again, his hands sliding over my damp clothes, only to warm me, to draw me closer to him.
But I’m already clawing at them.
“I want you, Jasmine Tate,” he groans. “All of you,” he tells me again, gripping my hand in his and pressing it against his own rock hard body as he gets to work on mine.
His touch is like kindling to the fire that’s smoldered between us since I saw him this morning.
The same fire that’s been burning deep inside me since I first started at his firm.
Kissing me deeper than ever this time, I moan softly. Safe now, knowing I’m home in his arms and that he’s about to do me justice beyond his legal training.
I suddenly feel weightless, Maddox scoops me up into his arms like I weigh nothing and takes firm, steady steps towards the main bedroom of the suite.
I know we’re alone now but I’ve never felt more connected to anybody else, not in my whole life.
“I…” I try to tell him, but every time I try and speak he presses his lips to mine or shushes me tenderly before he lays me down on the bed.
These wet clothes.
They’re not gonna be on either of us long enough to make any difference to the bed.
Maddox takes his time. He’s eager to pleasure me, but he’s not in any hurry. He's no schoolboy.
He’s a real man, and a real man looks after his woman as well as his own needs, which I can tell Maddox is putting last.
For now.
“I’m gonna have my lunch now,” he growls, tugging at my skirt and peeling it off like the wrapper of his favorite food.
I feel my head shaking, my whole body’s trembling, but only with excitement and the surreal feeling that this must be some kind of dream.
But Maddox corrects my thinking in one swift movement, tossing aside my skirt and nylons, gripping my heels and pulling my body closer to him as his eyes focus on my chest.
“Take it off,” he demands, jutting his chin towards my drenched blouse, which I know he can see straight through, my white lace bra and panties underneath not leaving much to his active imagination.
His inviting look is second only to his own hardness which I can see straining against his pants. He likes what he sees and he wants more.
Who am I to deny a man what he wants?
It’s still daunting though, I’ve never even looked twice at myself naked but Maddox’s firm gaze and approving groans as I unbutton myself, finally freeing my girls makes me feel like I want to show him everything.
Totally naked underneath him after he’s tossed aside any remnants of my clothing, he only tears at his own enough to remove his jacket and then his shirt, which makes me gasp.
I want to see more of him, his muscles are like nothing I even imagined.
He’s so toned it almost hurts to watch, making me feel like a dumpling by comparison, but he tells me what he likes, moving over me before I can take in enough of his gorgeous physique.
“I want your thighs against my face, Jasmine. I’m gonna make you come in my mouth and scream my name,” he murmurs.
My hands run over his back, his shoulders, and that chest. I’m hyperventilating at his touch and it feels like I’ve sprung a leak between my legs, so wet for him now I’m rubbing my legs together without even realizing how hard I’m trying to make myself come.
“Oh no. You. Don’t,” he orders me, taking a moment to stop ogling me and sets to work on his prize.
“You’ll come when I want, where I want,” he growls.
“And I want you to come… right… here.”
His deep voice vibrates through my drenched, quivering pussy as he presses his whole mouth onto me in one movement.
I swear out loud and I’m sure it feels like I’m leaving my body.
If there was one thing on earth that feels like it belongs down there, it’s his mouth, then his hands, his tongue and fingers.
My hands move across the back of his head, pulling him closer onto me, making me think of him underneath my desk and what a difference an hour or so makes.
It’s only a fleeting thought though, his tongue working its way around my stiff clit and quivering pussy lips is enough to blow my mind in seconds.
I can’t say how long he does this for, it feels like forever but at the same time nowhere near long enough before the other feeling starts to bear down on me.
“Maddox,” I whimper, clutching at the bedsheets, my head hanging over the edge of the huge bed by now.
His firm grip on my chest with one hand as the other cups
my rump, lifting me all the way into his mouth is more than I can take.
Whatever I was trying to hold back, that feeling I thought I could control, it’s let loose in an instant.
My whole body stiffens and I hear myself grunt, growl and groan along with Maddox as I writhe harder onto his mouth. Both his hands have spread me wide open now, gaping my twitching hole against his hot mouth as he masterfully extends my first climax with him.
I don’t want it to end, but at the same time I'm almost scared, feeling like it won’t stop. Like I’ll be lost in him forever.
It’s only clear that my climax has a limit once I feel it begin to subside, my slick valley quivering under his tongue still as I shudder and shake before collapsing into a heap, exhausted in the best possible way.
Maddox is so gentle now, so kind. He unzips his pants, getting naked but he lays himself up against my back, letting me feel his heat pressing into me as he draws the covers over us both.
His lips on my shoulders, then behind my ears tickle, making me lean back into him even more, wondering if he’ll mind.
Wondering if it even matters.
“I’m a virgin,” I tell him, feeling tears in my eyes for some reason.
His hands are on my hip and my shoulder, his lips kissing my neck.
“I know,” he murmurs. “I know, and it’s what makes you so, so perfect.”
CHAPTER NINE
Maddox
I could keep her sweet pussy on my mouth forever. Her thick thighs on either side of my head.
Where she belongs, close to me.
She comes hard, and only after we both make sure she’s had her fill, which makes me so proud of her.
I don’t think she’s done this before, but when she tells me she’s virgin, I melt inside.
It’s perfect proof she’s meant for me, that we’re meant for each other.
I’ll be her first and nobody else will have her from now on.
It’s the only terms I’ll settle for, having her all to myself. Nobody having pleased her before, and nobody pleasing her like I can ever again except for me.
I want to look at her more, take in all her stunning beauty, those curves, but she’s spent for now and I indulge my other desire of holding her nakedness close against me under the covers.
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