Grace (Corked and Tapped Book 2)

by Becca Jameson

  “Yes,” she breathed out as his thumbs flicked over the sides of her globes over and over. Her nipples were hard points, and since she was wearing this ridiculously revealing blouse and bra, he couldn’t possibly miss the reaction.

  He leaned closer, set his lips on her ear, and whispered. “You won’t be disappointed.” While he had her in this position, he flicked his thumbs over the tips of her nipples.

  She flinched, a whimper coming from her throat. She wasn’t the sort of woman who usually whimpered. It took a lot more than sweet talk to get her aroused these days. Hell, she never had time, and she was always too tired. But something about Jack… Something about the atmosphere inside Corked and Tapped… Something about the noise and the crowd…

  It almost felt like they were alone. No one was paying any attention to the couple seated at the far end of the bar. No one would suspect they were strangers to each other, meeting for the first time tonight.

  Jack still had his hands on her biceps as he leaned back a few inches, but he managed to grasp a section of her silk blouse under her arms and tug the material just enough to pull the front tight across her chest.

  She followed his gaze toward her chest and gasped. Her blouse was so thin, flattened across her breasts, it seemed more like wet tissue paper. Nothing about her bra was left to the imagination. Not only could she see every detail of the lace, but her nipples were standing out prominently.

  “Fuck me. I can’t wait to wrap my lips around those tits later. I can see the faint outline of your areolas. Dark and large. So sexy.” He released her blouse finally and moved his hands to her waist.

  She blew out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. He wasn’t wrong. Her nipples were large and the areolas were dark. No one had ever verbally pointed it out to her, though. His words made her ache to have his mouth suckling them right now.

  “What are you wearing under your skirt?” he asked.

  She licked her lips. “Matching thong.”

  He groaned. “I can’t wait to see it.”

  She already couldn’t wait to show him. Her hands were shaking, and she fisted them on her thighs.

  Jack straightened, reached for his beer, and finished the last drink. He motioned for the bartender to bring them another round.

  Grace was not opposed to the idea. Sipping on another martini would give her something to do with her hands, as well as calm her. At least that was the plan.

  Chapter 3

  After their drinks arrived, Jack set his elbow on the bar and leaned close enough to easily talk to her. “Tell me more about Grace.”

  She chuckled. “Small talk now?”

  “Yep. I want to get to know you. It will put you at ease.”

  “It will put you to sleep. I’m not that interesting these days. I work long hours and drop into bed late at night.”

  He smiled at her. “Surely you weren’t always a workaholic.”

  She shook her head. “No. I used to be fun. Go out. Drink. Dance. Stay out late. Before I went to law school, I even read a book once in a while and belonged to a gym.” She sighed.

  He scrunched up his face. “That’s sad. Maybe you need to rekindle the old you. Have some fun.”

  She grinned. “I’m having some fun tonight.”

  “Well, I can certainly help you loosen up and get you on the right path, but you should consider adding more into your life. You’re young.”

  “True.” She nodded. He was right. She should go for a jog tomorrow, or at least a walk.

  “What do you like to read?”

  She flushed and tipped her head back. “You’ll think I’m crazy.”

  “Not a chance.”

  She faced him again. “I was even too busy when I did read, so I never wasted a moment of my precious free time. If I was going to dive into a book, it had to be erotic as hell. I would use it as inspiration. Most of the time romance novels provided me with the only action I got.”

  He lifted a brow, his lips quirking. “Romance novels. Huh. Interesting. Then you’re not a complete stranger to fetishes.”

  “Nope.” She was pretty sure her face had flushed a deep red by now. Damn. She really liked this guy. Perhaps she should throw in all her cards and let him be her hero for the night. Nope. She definitely should. Why the hell not? “Maybe this is crazy, but I feel like I’ve stepped into the dirtiest novel I’ve ever read, and you’re the alpha hero who’s going to tame the heroine until she begs for mercy.”

  Yikes. That was bold. But the look on his face was worth it. In fact, she decided to take it a step forward by slowly pulling the hem of her skirt up her thighs until she was practically exposed.

  Jack licked his lips and then a slow smile spread across his face. “I can be the alpha hero in one of your erotic novels. Role playing is one of my favorite games.”

  “Perfect. I’ll be the submissive heroine.” She inched closer, her skirt rising a bit more. Perhaps this was crazy. It wasn’t like she could actually reenact a book. After all, romance novels were fiction. Right? Hell, she was intrigued enough to give it a shot.

  His gaze lowered to her pussy. “I’m dying to know what’s under that thong.” He traced the back of one of her hands with a finger. The only thing separating his finger from the thong he spoke of was her skirt and about two inches of air. “Brown hair like the curls around your face? Perhaps a landing strip? Or do you shave bare?” He leaned closer for those last words.

  She shuddered, renewed wetness coating her thong.

  “Tell me,” he whispered, his lips touching her earlobe.

  “I…” She cleared her throat. “I shaved this morning.”

  He groaned. “Damn. I love a smooth pussy.”

  That was convenient. Though she doubted most men would complain about a well-groomed woman.

  Raucous laughter drew her attention to her left where a group of men were standing elbow to elbow in a circle. Three of their backs were thoroughly blocking Grace and Jack, so it was hard to see around them.

  While keeping her gaze on their temporary privacy, Grace slid her hand down to her knee and then covered Jack’s erection, giving it a brief squeeze. Damn, he was hard and thick. She flattened her palm over him and rubbed briefly while he sucked in a sharp breath.

  As she removed her hand, he grabbed her neck and hauled her face toward his. “Bold move. I like it, you naughty girl.”

  She smiled. “I thought you might.”

  “But now, my cock is harder than ever.”

  “That’s kind of the point, isn’t it?”

  His fingers slid from her neck around to her bun. It was held in place with a short wooden pin, like a pencil. Jack tugged it free, letting long curls fall around her shoulders and back. He gave a low whistle. “Jesus. No wonder you wear your hair up at work.”

  She narrowed her eyes in confusion.

  He sat up straighter and ran both sets of fingers through the long locks. “Fuck me, that’s sexy hair. If you wore it down in the courtroom, no one would be able to focus on the trial.”

  She chuckled. What was it with men and hair?

  As he continued to play with the ends, his knuckles brushed against her nipples. No doubt he knew that. In fact, a moment later, he deftly undid the top button on her blouse.

  She sucked in a breath. The blouse was already a vee cut. Undoing the top button exposed the edge of her bra and substantial cleavage.

  “Mmm,” he mumbled. “The white lace is hotter than I imagined against your tanned skin. Tell me something. Is your skin naturally this tan, or is it fake?” Before waiting for a response, he met her gaze. “Will I find tan lines around these tits and that sweet pussy?”

  She shook her head. “I don’t tan.” It was amazing how she managed to respond to his questions, considering how aroused she was. It seemed all her brain cells had headed to her core. Her clit was begging for attention, and the only friction it was getting was from the lace of her thong.

  She squirmed, partially because she couldn’
t stop herself and partially because she needed any kind of relief she could get.

  “Sit still, Grace. Stop trying to get yourself off.”

  “I’m not—”

  He lifted a brow.

  She felt heat race up her cheeks. No one had ever taken such control of her before. It made her heart rate pick up when he reprimanded her with nothing but that brow. Just like in a novel.

  She forced herself to stop wiggling on the stool, but it was difficult, and it drew even more attention to her plight. She wasn’t bold enough to suggest they leave the bar yet, nor could she imagine where they might go if and when they did, but she would give anything to have this man strip her naked and make her come. She didn’t care if he did use a blindfold and handcuffs. Hell, he could even do more than that as far as she was concerned. Her curiosity had been piqued from the moment he mentioned domination.

  “Have you ever been to a fetish club?” he asked, toying with a lock of her hair.

  “No.” A fluttering settled in her belly, making her shift on the seat again.

  Jack set a hand on her thigh and squeezed. “When I finally get my hands on that bare bottom of yours, I’m going to spank you once for every time you squirmed.”

  She shivered. Each time he said her name it was like a caress. Like he was making love to her with his words.

  “Did the Dom in any of your novels spank the heroine?”

  “Yes,” she breathed, fighting to remain still. And it made me squirm.

  Jack leaned back and picked up his beer. He took a sip and then stared at her, his gaze roaming over her face and chest and lap. It unnerved her to be so scrutinized, but on the other hand, she silently wished he were looking at her so carnally without clothing.

  She lifted her martini and took a fortifying sip. The smooth vodka went down easily. She would need to watch herself to keep from drinking it too fast. This was the last drink she would allow herself to have. If she were truly going to leave Corked and Tapped with a stranger, she at least needed enough wits to make good decisions.

  He leaned casually on his elbow again, his free hand making circles on her wrist. “These books… Did they make you horny enough to get yourself off?”

  She flushed even deeper. “Yes.” The word came out on a breath.

  “Hmmm. You don’t have time to read anymore. Please tell me you still take time to orgasm.”

  She could no longer hold his gaze. He was getting so personal that she knew her answer was going to bite her in the ass later.

  His finger came to her chin, bringing her gaze back to center. “Fuck me. How often do you get yourself off, Grace?”

  She bit her tongue, thinking how she wanted to answer.

  He lifted that brow again. “It’s a simple question. It shouldn’t need thought unless you’re planning to lie to me.” He glanced around. “No one is paying attention to us. We’re about to have a one-night stand. Why not tell me your secrets?”

  She hesitated. She’d never admitted such a thing to anyone. Admitting this to Jack was huge. “You know, in every book I’ve read, the heroine had a safeword,” she pointed out to buy some time.

  He chuckled. “Indeed. You did read a lot. Kinky books too.”

  She shrugged.

  “You’re right. What do you want to use as a safeword?”

  She glanced toward the bar, her gaze landing on a bottle of one of her favorite alcohols. “Vermouth.”

  He laughed again. “At least you picked a word one doesn’t normally use in regular conversation.” He cupped her cheek for a moment. “I promise you won’t need it. Now stop changing the subject. We were discussing your masturbation habits. You’re a naughtier girl than I thought, aren’t you?”

  “Probably.”

  “More than once a day?”

  She nodded, flushing deeper. “Usually.”

  His eyes widened. “When and where do you masturbate, Grace?”

  She licked her lips. “I wake up horny. I get off easily in the shower in the morning.”

  His grin widened, his eyes dancing. “Is that so?”

  “Yes.” Lord. She was out of her mind admitting this stuff.

  “With your fingers? You can make yourself come without any battery-operated help?”

  She nodded again. “In the shower I can.” She shrugged. “Like I said, I wake up horny.”

  His grin was killing her. “I didn’t realize women did that.”

  “Don’t you masturbate in the shower?” she asked, hoping to take the heat off herself.

  He chuckled and then leaned forward to trail his lips up her neck to her ear. When his hot breath hit her earlobe, she fought hard not to squirm. “You don’t get to ask the questions. I do.”

  She was still wrapping her mind around that show of dominance when he righted himself, returning to the casual position of leaning his chin on his hand. His fingers left her wrist to slide down to her bare knee. He inched those fingers under her skirt, making her jump at the contact.

  “Ah ah ah. That’s one swat.”

  She stiffened. Did he really intend to spank her?

  “Sit still. Tell me about the other times you masturbate during the day.”

  Suddenly, she wished she’d never mentioned that. It was totally going to haunt her later. She should have lied.

  “You’re working really hard to come up with a story, but I want the truth instead.” His face was harder when she glanced at it. Demanding. His hand reached farther under her skirt too.

  She pursed her lips. My God. His fingers were maddening. Warm and huge and smooth. Teasing. Tempting. Promising.

  “If you masturbate more than once a day, and you can only get off with your fingers in the morning shower, that would imply you use a vibrator at other times.”

  “Yes.” The one word was breathy. Forced. An admission she was shocked to make.

  “Tell me about this vibrator. What color is it?” His fingers danced back and forth on her inner thigh, and she didn’t have the strength to glance around and make sure no one was looking.

  “It’s purple.”

  “Is it something you hold or insert?”

  Jesus. So much personal information.

  “Grace?” he encouraged.

  “It’s J shaped. It slides inside me with a little hook that flattens against my, uh…”

  “Clit?” He was grinning wider now. His hand stopped moving, and he gripped her thigh. She was getting to him, which empowered her.

  “Yes. It vibrates inside and out, clamped around my clit and G-spot.” There. That wasn’t so hard.

  “And how do you control this little gem?”

  Oh shit.

  Jack slid his hand higher so that all she could see was his wrist now. If anyone was looking, they would be appalled. She couldn’t stop herself from glancing to the side. The same men were still blocking most eyes from her lap, but still.

  “Eyes on me. I’m adding another swat for your hesitation.”

  She jerked her gaze back to his.

  “I’m going to give you about ten seconds to answer my question. If you don’t, I’m going to slide my fingers up under this skirt and fuck you with them right here on this chair so hard that everyone around will turn their attention to you and see the orgasm written on your face.”

  She stopped breathing, heart pounding, pussy pulsing. She was so close to coming, she had no doubt if he touched her, she would not only come, but so hard she would scream out and everyone around would know.

  “Five seconds.” His hand inched higher.

  “It’s connected to my phone,” she blurted out, glancing at her purse. “I can control the intensity with an app.”

  His eyes went wide, and it was his turn to stop breathing. He stared at her for a long time, obviously absorbing her mortifying acknowledgment, and then his gaze shifted to her purse.

  She groaned loud enough for him to hear. Shit. Shit shit shit.

  “Is this vibrator of yours currently in your purse?” he asked in a v
ery deliberately calm tone.

  She didn’t move or breathe.

  He pulled his hand out from her skirt, cupped her neck, and drew her closer yet again. His voice was deep and demanding. “Just so you’re clear, I’m going to enjoy spanking your sweet ass later. You’re up to three swats, and I’m going to do so after I strip this skirt and blouse off but before I give you any relief.”

  Chapter 4

  For the first time in ages, Grace’s body was on fire. Every distinctly enunciated word burned hotter. Her neck. Her ear. Her nipples. Jesus. Jack was an expert at this domination.

  “Where is the vibrator, Grace?”

  “It’s in my purse,” she admitted. Why on earth had she brought that damn thing with her tonight? It had been a horrible idea. She’d stuck it in her purse on a whim that morning. She’d known she was going to go out tonight, but she certainly hadn’t imagined a scenario where she would meet a man at a bar and tell him the most intimate details of her sex life, including admitting she used and sometimes even carried a vibrator.

  Jack expelled a long breath against her neck. His words were once again slow and deliberate when he spoke. “I want you to take that purse, go to the restroom, remove your thong, and insert the vibrator. Thrust your fingers inside you one time, and do not wash your hands. You have two minutes to do so. I’m going to time you. For every ten seconds longer, you’ll earn another slap of my palm on your bottom.” He paused.

  She knew there was more coming, and she shuddered from head to toe waiting.

  “Do. Not. Make. Yourself. Come.”

  She gulped as he released her and handed her the purse. His gaze was smoldering and intense. He was at least as aroused as she. “What if there’s a line?” The bar was packed. That was a possibility.

  “Then I guess you’ll have to figure out a way to make those tasks happen anyway in less than two minutes.” He glanced at his watch. “Time is ticking.”

  “Already?” she gasped.

  He lifted a brow. “You wanted a romance novel reenactment,” he pointed out, his lips quirked again.

  Yep, this was totally her fault. She never should have shared that detail. She slid off the stool in less than a second. “Excuse me,” she murmured to the men next to her, wiggling between them in an effort to beeline for the restroom. Please, God, don’t let there be a line.