Jameson (Face-Off Series Book 4)

by Jillian Quinn

  “What happened to beta testing? I could be part of the team still if that’s okay with you.”

  “Of course. Yeah, that would be great, actually. I wasn’t sure if you were only using that as an excuse to come over to my apartment or not, but I honestly didn’t care why you’d wanted to test the game.”

  “I offered because I like you but also because it sounded like fun. For most of my childhood, I had to find ways to entertain myself. Video games, sports, and comic books were always something to keep me busy.”

  “You like comic books, too?” Jamie’s face lights up with excitement. “I think you just got about ten times hotter in my book.”

  “Only ten?” I open my mouth wide in mock surprise, my gesture quickly turning into a smile. “That should earn me at least twenty.”

  “Comic books,” he mutters under his breath. “You might be even cooler than Charlie, but don’t tell her that. She likes to think she’s the coolest girl I’ve ever known. How did you get into comics?”

  Wiping my mouth with a napkin, I set my sandwich on the table and clean myself up before I speak. “I guess it kinda happened on its own. I was always around the sons of other hockey players, waiting on our dads to finish games or practices, and it’s not like they were carrying around Barbie’s in their pockets. One of the guys on my father’s team had a son who was obsessed with Marvel Comics. I didn’t have much to do, and at that point, I was old enough to read, so we’d sit in the locker room together and read, or go up in the stands and watch them skate as we traded books back and forth. It was weird but fun.”

  “You’re officially the coolest girl I know,” he announces with a smile. “Charlie is now number two.”

  Without even realizing he’s doing it, Jamie clamps his hand down on my bare knee, drawing my attention away from his face. He catches on to my sudden change, brought on by thoughts of him touching me once more.

  “I didn’t mean to—” Jamie says, but I interrupt his train of thought by pressing my index finger to his lips.

  Locking onto him, I say, “It’s okay. I want you to.”

  Peeling my finger from his lips, I cup my hand over his, tracing circles on his smooth skin. We sit there for a few minutes without speaking, just enjoying each other’s company. Why hasn’t he made a move? It could have something to do with being in his office with a ton of people on the other side of the door. It’s about time Jamie has a little fun. And I can be bad when I want to be.

  Sliding his hand up my inner thigh, I suck in a deep breath. That’s all it takes for Jamie to realize he has the go-ahead from me. Sometimes, I wish he wasn’t such a gentleman and would just take what he wants. But his kinder, more thoughtful side is one of the things I like most about Jamie. Right now, I am about to see another side, as his fingers creep up the inseam of my thigh could make my ovaries explode.

  A wicked smile reaches up to his eyes before he grabs my hair, pulling me to him, while the other hand continues to make its way up to my aching pussy. I’m wet, so fucking wet.

  “Jamie,” I moan right before he presses his lips to mine.

  He silences me with his tongue, slipping it inside my mouth. Our kisses are animalistic and rough, yet soft and tender. My head spins from the passion behind each kiss, unable to get enough of Jamie.

  Once he has my skirt pushed up my thighs, exposing pink boy shorts, he pushes my legs together to slide my underwear down to my ankles and throws them on the floor behind him. The look in his eyes is primal, devouring every inch of my body. With my pussy on display, I feel so vulnerable, so exposed. But I don’t care.

  I wasn’t expecting Jamie to see me in my lounging around the house underwear, let alone like this, but I’m not about to stop him from plunging his fingers inside me. I want this. I want him. I missed his kiss, his touch, while he was gone, busy with work and wedding plans.

  “Fuck, Regan,” he mutters under his breath and licks his lips. “You’re so fucking wet. If we were anywhere but here...”

  He doesn’t have to finish his sentence for me to know what he was about to say. “I know,” I choke out, biting down on my bottom lip in an attempt to stifle my moans.

  At first, Jamie starts slow, easing his fingers in and out of my slickness, but his pace quickens with each groan of pleasure that escapes my lips. And there are a lot of them. Spinning into a frenzy of sexual bliss, I’m consumed by the high that Jamie’s touch provides. My insides tighten around his fingers, so close to finding my release, and I think he knows it.

  “Come for me,” he says against my lips before slipping his tongue inside my mouth once more. “I want you to come all over my fingers, so I can taste you.”

  As if I wasn’t already turned on, his words set me over the edge.

  “Jamie,” I moan with each kiss, gripping a fist full of his hair in my hands as my entire body trembles, the heat spreading from my cheeks to my toes.

  After my body stops convulsing and my moans die off, he slides his fingers out of me and looks up at me, as he sucks my juices from them, looking sexy-as-fuck.

  “Mmm…you taste good, baby,” he says, removing his fingers from his mouth. “I want more.”

  “Then take it,” I counter, challenging him to continue. “I’m yours.”

  Without another word, Jamie bends down to kiss my thigh, pushing my legs open wider, as he grips my legs with his hands. He lifts my leg over his shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses on my skin, teasing me before he pulls me closer to him. Adjusting to my new position on the couch, I use my elbows for support because I want to watch him. That primal look has returned to his eyes once more, making my pussy clench. He rolls his tongue over his over lips, maintaining eye contact with me as he dips down to suck on my clit.

  I can’t breathe. My entire world shifts on its axis the moment Jamie laps up my juices with his tongue. His lips and mouth, combined with the tiny bit of stubble that rubs against my pussy, feels so good I want to remember this moment forever. I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want this to end. His tongue is like heaven.

  Gripping his hair in my hands, I try not to pull too tight, as he continues to look up at me. With his eyes focused on me, I’m so turned on as I watch him work his magic on my pussy. I’m ready to have another mind-shattering orgasm, the feeling so intense my entire body sets on fire, a burst of heat traveling down my arms and legs, causing my toes to curl.

  But the most annoying sound I have ever heard interrupts us, snapping both of us back to reality in an instant. I’m panting so heavy that I have trouble breathing when I listen to a beeping sound, followed by a woman’s voice.

  “Mr. O’Connor,” the woman clears her throat, “um…are you busy?”

  Shaking his head in frustration, he lets out a sigh and speaks loud enough that his voice reaches the phone across the room on his desk. “Judith, I’m kind of in the middle of something right now. Can this wait?”

  “I’m afraid not. Mr. Conway wants to see you in his office. He said it was urgent and to send you up right away.”

  “Okay,” Jamie groans. “Tell him I’ll be there in five minutes.”

  “Will do,” she says, in a pleasant tone before the line goes dead.

  Jamie turns to face me with his mouth full of my juices, only making me want him more. “I have to get going,” he says, disappointed. “You have no idea how much I want to tell my boss to fuck off and finish what we started, but he’s the CEO, and I won’t have a job if I do that.”

  Using my thumb, I wipe his face clean, and he takes my hand, licking off what’s left with a wicked smile. “You taste so fucking good. I could eat your pussy all day.”

  “Apparently, that’s another one of your hidden talents. I will have to take you up on that offer another time.”

  “Thank you for understanding,” he says, his fingers intertwined with mine. “I know this is hard. With how much we work, our time is already spread thin. Once I hand over this game, the Flyers should be out of the playoffs, and we will have a lot mo

re time together.”

  “Way to show your team spirit,” I deadpan.

  He flashes a devious grin. “Even though we both want them to win, I’m only trying to be realistic.”

  “I can understand that.” I pull my skirt over my hips and shake off his comment. “All I care about is spending more time with you and that mouth of yours. Where did you learn some of those moves? And don’t say from a magazine.”

  I am joking, and he knows it.

  “You’re such a brat,” he says, laughing. “And, to answer your question, I did not learn that from a magazine. I’m not that kind of nerd. I never had problems with women.”

  Tilting my head to the side, my eyes travel up his muscular body with a smirk already on my lips. “I can see that. But next time, I’d like to see you in less clothing.”

  He stands up and holds out his hand for me to take, my attention shifting to the length in his pants.

  “I think you need to get rid of that before you go see your boss,” I say, trying not to laugh.

  Jamie glances down at his erection as if he wished it would disappear.

  I peek up at him. “I can help you out…if you want.”

  He lets out a sigh of relief, quickly turning his head to the door.

  “No one is going to come in here, right?” I ask, my voice a whisper. He tilts his head up to the ceiling and lets out a puff of air. And he doesn’t answer me when I reach for the button on his black slacks, pop it open, and pull down the zipper. “It’s your turn.”

  Once his eyes meet mine, they tell me everything I need to know. Keep going. Don’t stop.

  Chapter 9

  Jameson

  Cupping the back of Regan’s head, I try not to pull her hair. With her mouth full of my cock, she peeks up at me with those wide, blue eyes. Her luscious lips look as good as they feel wrapped around me. The warmth of her mouth and whatever she keeps doing with her tongue feels so fucking good I doubt I will last long after being tortured by her delicious pussy.

  Continuing the same motions, she opens her mouth wider, taking more of me as she strokes my length, not stopping until I can feel the back of her throat.

  “Damn, Foxy,” I say, threading my fingers through her hair. “I know you didn’t learn this from a magazine.” I snicker at my comment, but it doesn’t take me out of the zone.

  Did I learn to eat pussy from a magazine? What kind of question was that?

  I’ve met my match with Regan. She’s the kind of weird and interesting that I need in my life. And low maintenance. It’s not often I find women like Regan who are so down-to-earth and understanding. She gets me in ways I hadn’t thought possible.

  Closing my eyes for a second, I tighten my grip, about to find my release. Words that make any sense fail me. A series of grunts escape my lips, nothing more than incoherent ramblings. My body trembles, causing me to tug at her hair to get a better grip as I come in her mouth.

  Loosening the hold I had on Regan, she sits back. “I wish you didn’t have to go.” That’s all she says, her eyes watery and full of hope.

  But she’s right. I’m already late as it is for this meeting. Mr. Conway will be ready to flip his lid by the time I get up to his office. At least now I will be more relaxed.

  “There’s no place I’d rather be right now than here with you.” My words are sincere. I hate that I have to leave Regan, especially after a moment like the one we just shared.

  As I tuck myself back into my pants and zip them, Regan gets up from the couch to slip her boy shorts back on and pulls her skirt into place. She runs a hand down the front of her pink blouse and stalks over to me.

  Tipping her chin up with my index finger, so that our eyes meet, I say, “I promise. I’ll make it up to you. Let me take you to dinner this week. Wherever you want to go.”

  “How about Luciano’s? I’ve heard a lot of good things from the players about that restaurant.”

  I smile and nod. “I’ll make the reservation. How does Friday night sound? I should be able to sneak away for a few hours. You might get stuck playing the game with me afterwards, but at least we’ll get to spend some time together.”

  Her eyes have not left mine since the minute she took my cock in her mouth. She’s giving me the innocent but sexy look that makes me want to bend her over my desk. Too bad it’s full of computer shit, and I have to deal with my asshole boss.

  “Friday night is perfect.” The corners of her mouth turn up into a wide grin that lights up her face. “Our first real date.”

  “Hey, it’s not our first date,” I correct, stroking her jaw with my thumb.

  She leans into my hand, and I continue to massage her skin. “True, it would be our third, I suppose, but it will be our first date that does not consist of cheesesteaks and sausage sandwiches. You also owe me breakfast.” She places her hands on my chest and presses into me. “You weren’t supposed to get as far as you did until after we had three dates.”

  “Friday will make date number three,” I say, dropping my hand from her face to hook my arm around her back and pull her body against my chest. “And I’ll have you for dessert. We can have breakfast after you wake up in my arms.”

  She shakes her head with a devious expression on her beautiful face. “You say I’m the fox. I think it’s the other way around. You’re the one who always has some trick up his sleeve, Mr. Know-it-all.”

  I bend down to kiss her, consumed by the sweet scent of her skin. She breathes against my lips, and I take her pouty bottom lip into my mouth to suck on it. That earns me a soft moan from Regan. If she keeps it up, I’ll be hard again and unable to leave my office.

  The intercom on my desk beeps, and Judith’s voice blares through the speaker. “Mr. O’Connor, I’m sorry to interrupt again, but Mr. Conway called personally this time. He said it cannot wait.”

  “I will be there in two minutes, Judith,” I yell across the room.

  “Okay. I’ll let his secretary know.” She hangs up, the line going dead, leaving us in peace.

  I force myself to break away from Regan and hold her at an arm’s-length. “I really have to go before I get fired.”

  She stands on her tippy toes to kiss me on the cheek, and I give her one last kiss before I release my grip.

  “Go!” Regan points at the door. “I can see myself out. I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

  Lifting her purse from the couch, she slings it over her shoulder and fixes her hair and outfit one last time before we walk toward the door together, with my hand on her back, guiding her. Judith gives us a dirty but curious look once we step into the reception area outside my office. The phones are ringing off the hook, a cacophony of voices echoing throughout the crowded room.

  After the last hiring spree, we acquired more people with sales and analytical experience to help us do market research and find new clients. I was stuck in the middle of the throng, in a cubicle with my peers, before my last promotion. Now, I’m the boss, and with that responsibility comes the lack of sleep and constant anxiety over the next new thing.

  We have to work smarter and harder to beat out some of the bigger companies. That’s why I sacrifice so much of my personal life. But I have a new purpose, one that involves the beautiful woman next to me, as we make our way to the elevators.

  A few people who are waiting for the next car stare at Regan—because her beauty attracts attention. Charlie gets the same reaction from men. And I hate when they do it right in front of me, which is why I’m even more annoyed that it’s happening with Regan. Fuck these people. I want to make them jealous, so they can turn away and mind their own business.

  Cupping her face in my hands, I plant a kiss on Regan’s lips that starts off as a peck but turns into so much more, as I slip my tongue inside her mouth. She grips my shirt between her fingers to pull me closer. When we’re together, at this moment, I lose all trail of thought. No one and nothing matters. Only Regan.

  Until I hear the elevator ding, followed by Mr. Conway’s gruff voice that sounds like a bark. “O’Connor, get your ass upstairs right this second.”

  Afraid to turn my head, I close my eyes and pray that I am not about to get anything more than a slap on the wrist for kissing Regan. It was a stupid, unprofessional thing to do at work. But this place has cut into my time with Regan so much that they owe me. Except life doesn’t work that way and either does this company.

  Mr. Conway has his arms folded across his chest with an evil look in his eyes, his lip curled up in anger.

  “I’m sorry, Sir,” I say, terrified of the verbal lashing that will follow. He’s one of the meanest people I know, with zero regards for anyone but himself.

  “Everyone out.” Mr. Conway throws his arm against the door and shouts at the people inside the elevator. “Find another one.” Then, he zones in on me and commands, “Let’s go, O’Connor. No more fraternizing in my hallway. This is a place of business. Not a brothel.” He stresses the last part, his voice reaching a higher octave.

  Speechless, I turn to Regan, about to apologize, when Mr. Conway clamps his bear claw around my wrist. “Now!”

  He drags me into the elevator, his grip like a vise until he lets go to press the button for his floor. As the doors close over, Regan gives me a small wave, and I do the same, flashing a worried smile.

  Not only do I feel like the biggest asshole for leaving Regan after bailing on breakfast this morning, but I couldn’t stand up to Mr. Conway on her behalf without getting fired. He implied that Regan is a whore, just for kissing me back. While we did dirty things to each other in my office in the middle of the day, Regan and I are together. She’s not some girl I picked up on my lunch break for a quick fuck. At least I hope we are still together after today.

  I fucked up this morning, all because of this job. And now, I failed to protect Regan, leaving her vulnerable to Mr. Conway’s hurtful words. I always thought Charlie had scared women away. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe it’s this job and the lack of time it leaves me to have a life. As much as I try to be a decent guy, something always manages to get in the way.

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