“You must’ve been with a thousand girls,” she whispers softly, making me knit my brow and almost sit up.
“What makes you say that?” I ask, slightly put out she’d even think I’d have eyes for anyone else.
Even before I met her.
“Look at you,” she murmurs absently, her eyes still closed, pressing her body back against mine, but wanting to give some sort of telling off.
“Compared to me, I mean. You’re all big and hard, and I’m so soft and small, too soft.”
“It’s your softness that I like,” I tell her honestly, cupping her where my hands rest and kissing her until she giggles.
“You’re teasing me!” I protest, but she shakes her head, her voice getting serious again.
“I’m not teasing, Maddox. I just don’t want to tell myself I’m girl one if there’s a thousand others.”
I breathe in deep and turn her gently to face me, willing her eyes to open, and when they do I give it to her straight.
“I’m forty, Jasmine. Last girl I had was in high school,” I tell her, not even able to remember her name or what she looked like.
“Really?” she asks, her eyes flashing open, her body turning to face mine in bed as I pull her closer, delighting in her touch from the front of our shared nakedness.
“Really,” I tell her firmly, and kiss her double hard to prove my point.
Jasmine’s cool fingers circling my swollen cock and gently starting to pump it back and forth seals the deal.
I think I’m finally getting through to her. I just wished she’d understand how much it means… that she really is the only one I want.
“Nobody but you, Jasmine,” I whisper, my breath shuddering as I hear the emotion in my own voice.
“Then I’m the luckiest girl alive,” she says softly and I kiss her again.
“No, we were just waiting for each other. Luck’s overrated because nobody would be lucky enough to have you all to themselves,” I tell her.
“Well you got me Maddox Mapleton, all of me and for as long as you want,” she says in a husky voice, snuggling into my chest but making sure her grip on me is as firm as ever.
“Forever,” I whisper back, cupping her face in my hands and sealing my solemn promise once more with the only vow I know is true, with our kiss.
Her shivering hot body next to mine tells me she agrees, and that she wants more than just kisses. More than just my mouth on her pussy.
She lets my hands move over her body, making their way over every inch of her that I crave, opening her legs and putting one of my own between them.
I moan loudly, feeling her wet heat teasing me.
My cock twitches, reaching boiling point.
“Mine,” I growl, and she whimpers in reply.
“Fuck me, Maddox. Take me properly,” she sighs.
I don’t need any encouragement, but I do need to know it’s what she wants, right now.
“Tell me it’s what you want… here… this… us.”
Her head’s pumping faster than her hand, which has such a firm grip on my thick rod I feel like I could come in her hand but no.
I’ve been waiting for this moment, I thought it had to be more perfect. It will be perfect, because it’s her.
“Take m-” she starts to say again, but stops suddenly.
The sound of the suite door opening, followed by two voices and something being tossed onto a table makes us both freeze.
Jasmine’s eyes are wide with fear, and she tenses under me for a different reason now and I feel my own body tensing.
Angry.
Who the fuck…
Then I recognize one of the voices.
And Jasmine’s eyes narrow as she recognizes the second, female voice.
“Do you have your phone?” I whisper, and she stabs a nod, reading my mind.
Hopefully.
“Quickly and quietly,” I coax her, telling her in a voice so low I can hardly hear it myself, but we both know what to do next.
Sliding out of the bed, I smooth the covers while Jasmine scoops up her clothes and phone, shooting me a strong ‘what now?’ look.
I point to the doorway in the wall. A double door that joins two bedrooms.
It’s our chance at a hiding place for now and we both creep quickly over to it as I register the voices in the kitchen area, a champagne cork popping, and then laughter.
Of all the people…
It’s the guy who set me up, my partner. And from the look on Jasmine’s face, he’s got company that she knows only too well.
The only other person who’d have a key to this suite…
Her boss.
Karen Singleton and James Hunter.
Well, well… who knew?
I make the bed as neat as I can, and feeling my own nakedness I look for Jasmine again but she’s one step ahead.
She’s in the next room, the door slightly ajar and beckoning me with the index finger of one hand, her phone in the other.
Scooping up my own clothes, I dart across the room to her. She presses her finger to my lips as she opens the door wider to let me in before closing it silently behind her.
“This isn’t what I had in mind,” she whispers, and I nod gravely, asking permission with my eyes for her to open her phone.
“Video,” I tell her as quietly as I can.
“I’ll claim you properly, Jasmine, but this is the chance to clear my name the best way I know how if those two get talking. Are you with me?” I ask her.
She mouths the word ‘forever’ and I’m already counting the seconds until we can be alone again.
CHAPTER TEN
Jasmine
I’d know my boss’s voice anywhere. Karen Singleton has a distinctive tone. But the man she’s with…
I only know his face from the one next to Maddox’s in the firm’s lobby photographs. I know at once he’s Maddox’s partner in the business and by the look on his face, he’s the reason Maddox is on the run today as well.
But both of them seem in high spirits.
Maddox and I made a beeline for the bedroom, but these two? They sound like they want to hear each other’s voices for just a little longer.
Peering through the crack in our door, I can’t see them once they disappear but can hear both of them in the kitchen area of the suite.
Marble countertops and hard floors carry the sound of champagne popping and glasses tinkling well through the whole suite, plus they aren’t exactly whispering like Maddox and I were just now.
“Well… Here’s to-” Karen starts to say before stopping suddenly. I imagine her standing there, her glass raised and head cocked. Wondering if they really are alone.
“Here’s to Hunter and… Hunter. No more fucking Maddox Mapleton,” James says smugly to himself, ignoring Karen’s sudden lack of enthusiasm, draining his glass in one before refilling it and doing the same again.
“Jesus, I needed that!” he exclaims, then sighing he frowns.
“What is it now?” he asks Karen, whose silence seems suddenly edgy, like she’s wanting to investigate.
I hear my dry mouth swallow, my tongue sticking to the back of my throat for a moment and then jumping once I feel Maddox’s hand on me, signaling me with a movement of his chin towards my phone.
I put my hand up, letting Maddox know I understand. I do.
I know he wants me to film these two, get some truth so he can exonerate himself from whatever it is they’ve pinned on him.
But I also don’t want to blow our chances by being discovered.
“I thought I heard something,” Karen murmurs, and I hear low, mumbling sounds as James Hunter sounds like he’s dry humping her.
“You probably heard my dick about to break. I’m so hard Karen, c’mon and suck me already will ya? I’m about due for one of your famous throat solos.”
I grimace and shiver. The mental image of my boss blowing anyone isn’t something that makes me not want to heave.
Apparently, she
’s pretty. She’s what every man wants. Big, fake tits and a Botox grin under tons of makeup she’s troweled on.
I don’t think Maddox is into women like that, he said he wasn’t and I believe him. No man of mine sink that low.
She’s gross.
And after a few seconds I realize that James Hunter is too.
“Oh you’ll get you blowjob, James and then some,” I hear her, grinning no doubt, but she has business on the brain, I can tell by the tone of her voice.
“Just tell me one more time… about the money,” she says huskily, lowering her voice and without any more prompting from Maddox; I know it’s my cue to start filming.
I give Maddox a determined look which turns into a cold question.
Literally.
We’re both naked still and I’m starting to shiver.
Maddox darts into the bathroom and hands me a snuggly robe before slipping one on over himself, covering my view of his perfect body.
Even cold, he’s all man and as soon as he’s covered, I miss his nudity already but his own insistent look is urging me to get this done.
He could film them himself, but it’s my phone and I know my way around it better than anyone.
I just need to creep up on those two, and get what hard evidence I can.
Karen’s mention of money has killed James’ mood a little, but he seems determined to have today be all about him.
He rolls his eyes, just as I round the corner near the kitchen, and jutting the red circle to record, I watch and listen, knowing Maddox can hear everything as well.
The sooner I get this done, the sooner Maddox can…
Selfish? A little, but that man really has scratched an itch and left it largely undone as far as I’m concerned.
I want him as much as I know he wants me, maybe more. But we can’t do anything with these other two in here as well.
“Honey? Is it all about the money again?” James asks. I breathe a sigh of relief they’re both still dressed.
“It’s always been about the money, James how dumb do you think I really am?” Karen says bitterly, her eyes narrowing, but not wanting to get so cold she cuts herself out of her own deal.
James laughs, and tries to stroke her hair before she pulls her head back and with an exaggerated movement of resignation, he takes his own phone out.
“Alright… alright… a deal’s a deal, Karen. If it’s money you want, then here.”
He makes a concentrated face and taps at his screen for a few seconds before showing the phone to her.
I make sure I keep my hands rock solid, filming a guy tapping his phone but it’s hardly real evidence.
“There! Six hundred thousand in escrow, your Swiss account.”
Her eyes flare as mine turn to slits, willing them both to be more explicit for a change.
“A down payment. The rest is yours once that Maddox prick is on the news, behind bars. You did good fudging the paperwork and even sleeping with half the board to make it look like he stole from his own investors but I told you, I’ll only rest when that prick’s out of the picture for good.”
I can feel Maddox’s anger brewing from the other room, it’s like he’s grown ten times his size and is about to burst in, but he doesn’t.
I keep filming, despite the low battery signal and the knowledge I don’t have a huge amount of memory left either.
Will that be enough?
It’s a solid admission of foul play, but I just don’t know. I decide to keep rolling, mindful of my own position as I try and keep out of sight.
Stealth has never been my strong point.
Hunter’s an expert lawyer. He could get himself off from almost anything, I figure.
But he is up against Maddox Mapleton.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Maddox
I can’t believe my ears, but at the same time I wouldn’t put anything past James Hunter.
But Karen Singleton from marketing?
It doesn’t add up. I can only assume he’s using her like he uses everyone, to get what he wants and then will drop her in it as much as he has with me.
I have a distinct feeling I’m not the only one James Hunter has in his sights.
If he’s had this Karen Barbie sleeping with the board, who knows what else he’s got up his sleeve.
Dammit!
I should’ve kept a tighter set of reigns on the finances… I guess I thought my own internal alarm bells were just paranoia. Telling myself I needed to trust people more.
Guess I was wrong.
I just hope Jasmine is getting all of this on her phone.
If nothing else, it’s pretty damning stuff against them both. Coupled with my own defense evidence so far, I’d say they’ve just screwed themselves.
No blowjob required.
The sound of a phone ringing makes me gasp out loud, and I think I might’ve blown our cover but Karen picks up, talking sharply to the concierge on the suite’s intercom.
“Four glasses? What are you talking about… what do you…?”
The clatter of plastic as she hangs up is matched by her heels on the floor.
“What now?” James whines, but Karen’s already opened the front door.
“That was room service wanting to know, if we needed extra glasses, if we needed the maid! Somebody else’s already been here,” she hisses.
I feel my heart rate pick up, making a fist and ready to deal with James the old fashioned way, but as quickly as it all happened, they’re both gone.
The suite door slams behind them and there’s silence.
I feel Jasmine waiting just as long as I do, checking the coast really is clear before even moving.
Before saying a single word.
“What the hell was all that?” Jasmine finally says, making me jump again at the sound of a voice echoing down the hall.
I’ve never been so wound up before today.
Any other day, I’d just think it was from being double-crossed, set up by my business partner.
But as soon as we’re alone again, I realize it’s something else.
Relief.
The firm can go screw itself, I know I haven’t done anything wrong. I most likely have the evidence I need to prove that now too.
But it’s knowing she’s really here, that she’s really going to be mine that has my heart in my throat.
“Maddox?” she asks, drawing close to me and I reach out for her, pulling her in tight as I hug her.
“Tell me you got that,” I ask her, loving her more than ever when I feel her head nod against my chest.
“Yeah, but what the hell is going on?” she adds.
Ignoring my fresh arousal from her pressing against me, I hold her at arm’s length, smiling before I kiss her.
“Your boss and my business partner. That’s what’s been going on, plus who knows how many others.”
She still looks confused.
“I gathered that, but what does it all mean? What have they done and why is it your problem?”
I gently pry her phone from her hand and play back what I hope she managed to capture.
And she did. It’s all there, everything we both heard and she saw just now.
I breathe a little sigh of relief.
“It means…” I start to say, trying to figure out most of it in my own mind. “That James Hunter has used Karen Singleton to infiltrate the board of our firm, the finances and plenty else, planting misinformation about me the whole way. Making me look like a thief and criminal while he plans to take over the firm without me.”
“Which is why you had so many visitors this morning,” Jasmine muses.
“Exactly, but…” I take her hands in mine.
“But?” she asks, her eyes getting a look I much prefer on her.
“But I really don’t care about any of that right now. I just care about you, us,” I tell her, and I mean it.
“You think they’ll be back?” Jasmine asks, softening to the mood I’m broadcasting, my
hands tracing her hair back from her face while hers find the front of my robe and slip inside.
“I wouldn’t think so, but,” I stifle a groan, distracted by both her hands working my aching hardness again.
Her eyes dance in a silent question.
“But what about this suite? If those two clowns were up here, who knows who else might turn up,” I groan, yielding to her touch as my own hands find her stiffening chest under her robe.
She trembles as my fingers find her pebbled nipples, as hard as I am for her.
“I don’t think we’re going anywhere, Maddox. Not until you finish what you’ve started… down here,” she whispers, guiding one of my hands down between her legs.
Her forwardness surprises and pleases me. I know she’s right, I can’t think of anything right now except claiming what’s mine. Giving Jasmine what she needs so badly and showing her just how much she means to me.
Hungrier for each other more than ever before, I lift her up in one swift movement. Her legs warm and smooth, hooking around me through our robes which have fallen open as I walk us both to the front door.
I bolt the door.
“No more interruptions,” I promise her as she purrs softly, grinding herself against my abs and working her way down, gasping when she feels the smooth, stiff heat of every inch I’m about to give to her.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Jasmine
I’ll admit it takes a minute to get the thought of my boss out of my mind, but only just a minute.
Once she and Maddox’s crooked business partner leave, it only takes one touch from his hands to bring the magic back, to start me up in a way I’ve never felt before in my whole life.
I wouldn’t call myself the most athletic girl, far from it. But something about Maddox makes me so hot for him I literally want to crawl all over him, drag my skin against his whole body. I’m hooked on him now and every touch commands a thousand more.
Fortunately for me, he feels exactly the same way and after lifting me up effortlessly, he holds me in place while he snatches handfuls of me and makes that low, pleased sound as he kneads my skin gently in his thick fingers.
The alpha male who’s staked his claim and is in the process of claiming what’s rightfully his. What he’s waited for.
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