by Serena Grey
She tossed popcorn in the air and caught it in her mouth then grinned at me and hit play. “See you tomorrow, roomie.”
I went to prepare for bed, and as I curled under the covers, my mind was on Jason. He was arriving much later in the night, and it saddened me that I wouldn’t get to see him as soon as he got into town.
Dialing his number, I waited as it went straight to voicemail.
This is Jason Wild. Leave a message.
I shuddered. Even his voice on the phone turned my insides to liquid. Gathering myself, I started my message, grinning naughtily as I imagined how he would react to hearing it.
Hey. I miss you. I know it’s only been hours since we talked, but I can’t wait to see you. I wish I were in your bed, naked, waiting, the first thing you see when you walk in…but I’m at home. I just finished watching TV with Amy, and I’m very very lonely and horny for you.
The message ended, and I barely stopped myself from leaving another, and another. I scrolled through the pictures on my phone that I’d taken of him and of the two of us. He was perfect in every shot, and I looked practically giddy with happiness.
I was giddy with happiness.
I finally nodded off, still thinking about him. I was used to having him feature in my dreams, so when he slipped under the covers next to me, my sleepy mind thought I was having another erotic bedtime adventure with Jason as my sexy co-star.
His fingers stroked my hair lightly then he placed a warm kiss on my cheek. “I missed you, baby.”
My eyes opened, and in the darkness, I saw his face only inches from mine, lit only by the tiny rays of moonlight that slipped in through the blinds. “You’re here,” I whispered.
“Amy let me in.”
I wrapped my arms around him, luxuriating in his touch. “Remind me to thank her.” He chuckled softly, and I kissed him, pressing myself into his warm body. “I missed you so much,” I whispered, overwhelmed by how glad I was to see him.
“I know. I’ve been counting the seconds.” He threaded his fingers in my hair and sighed. “I got your message as soon as I landed.”
“Oh.” I giggled. “That’s why you’re here.”
His chest rumbled. “When you put that kind of image into my head…” He chuckled. “What can I say? I’m a man.”
A virile, highly sexed man who was mine to enjoy.
“Kiss me,” I whispered.
He obliged, savoring my lips and drawing his tongue along mine. He’d already undressed before joining me on the bed so I could satisfy my desire to trace my fingers all over the hard lines of his fantastic body.
“I need you,” I told him. “I need you so much.”
“I’ve thought of nothing but fucking you for days.” His voice was thick and raspy. He drew my oversized t-shirt over my head and made short work of my sleep shorts. When I was naked, he knelt above me, tracing one hand from my throat to my pubis and back again. His fingers ignited sparks of pleasure on my skin, and I ached for more.
He squeezed my breasts and lowered his head to suck on my nipples, licking them until they were tight and aching, then he turned me over to my side and lay behind me, his broad chest pressed against my back as he slid his hand over my stomach and down between my legs. He slipped his fingers between my slick lips, finding me where I was warm, wet, and ready for him.
“God, I missed this.” His voice was a throaty rasp in my ear as he rubbed a finger over the sensitive nub that was my clit.
“Yes,” I moaned as he stroked me, my legs opening and my body shaking from his skilled touch alone. He fingered me skillfully, leisurely lavishing attention on my clit and my trembling slit, all the while kissing my neck and whispering naughty things in my ear.
I bore the pleasure for as long as I could, my stomach tightening with intense sensations and my pussy begging for him. I couldn’t take it anymore. My body was trembling, needy, and I wanted much more. I wanted his cock.
“Fuck me, Jason,” I urged, desperate.
He did as I asked, lifting my leg and pressing his cock against my slick entrance. He rubbed my sensitive opening with the wide head, spreading my juices and teasing me almost to madness before gliding slowly into me.
I loved the way he filled me, thickly, tightly, deeply. I loved the way he felt, thrusting into me even as we spooned. It was sweet and beautiful, and my whole body was crying out with pleasure. In no time, I was vibrating as an intense climax built in my core and rocked me to my fingertips.
While I was still crying out, he rolled onto his back, bracing his legs on the bed and thrusting into me from behind as I lay on top of him. He took his time, giving me slow and delicious strokes while one hand stimulated my clit and the other wrapped around my chest, his wide palm clamped hot over my breast. My body was weak with unbearable pleasure, but he kept giving me more.
“So tight,” he groaned harshly, squeezing my breast hard. “So fucking wet.”
“You feel so good,” I murmured weakly, already boneless from one orgasm and hurtling fast toward another on. “You make me so hot.”
“You’re perfect,” he whispered in my ear, rolling his hips as he stroked, filing me as deep as I could take him. My clit was about to explode under the caress of his fingers—my whole body was about to explode. “I love the way your pussy grabs my cock when I fuck you.”
I moaned as my body tightened and I cried his name. “Jason, fuck!”
He picked up his pace, moving faster and faster until I was screaming and panting, falling to pieces around him. Only then did he pull out of me and let me fall onto the covers. Once I was on my back, he came up between my legs and spread them, entering me with one quick feverish thrust and fucking me hard until we both exploded and collapsed in a tangle on the bed.
“What the fuck!” I was panting, unable to catch my breath. “Oh, God!”
Jason was grinning, breathing heavily, his body slick with perspiration. “I know I’m pretty good at this, but you can still call me Jason.”
I burst out laughing, and he drew me into his arms, kissing the back of my neck as we spooned again.
“I love you, Daphne,” he whispered, still stroking my hair. “My little Daphne Bird.”
I closed my eyes and sighed. “I love you too, Jason Wild.”
Chapter Six
“Have I told you that you look terrific these days?” Candace waylaid me on our way back to our offices from the editors meeting. “I know you and Jason wildly-sexy-guy made up and everything, but you haven’t told me the full story.”
“Full story is I’m in love with him,” I replied, smiling.
“Well, look at that! I’m happy for you and psyched to have witnessed this particular love story.” She laughed. “You look…I don’t know…like there’s an inner glow.”
There was an inner glow, and it made me feel like I was floating.
“How’s Janice?” I asked. “We should all hang out one of these days.”
“Yeah,” Candace agreed. “Bring your hottie to one of Janice’s parties. You’ll have to keep your eyes on him though—a dish like that, you’re going to have people crawling all over him.”
I laughed. “They can try. I’m not worried at all.”
“I like your confidence.” Candace paused at the door to her office. “And I’m glad you’re happy. It’s about time.”
My phone started to ring as soon as I got behind my desk, and my heart swelled when I saw Jason’s name on the screen. Sleeping in his arms and waking up cradled in his body was the closest thing to heaven I’d ever experienced.
“Hi sexy,” I purred into the phone.
“Hi.” I could hear the smile in his voice. “How’s it going?”
“So-so.” I shrugged. “Meetings, book talk, telling Candace how happy I am and hearing her call you a dish for like…the hundredth time.”
“A dish,” he repeated, and I could tell he was grinning. “I like Candace. When can I meet her?”
“You’re so vain.” I laughed. “You�
��ll meet her soon. She and her girlfriend have these parties all the time, and I’ll take you to one if you like.”
“Great, great, but I’m not vain—though speaking of parties, there’s a work-related charity dinner I have to attend tonight. I wasn’t certain I could make it because I suspected my trip might be extended, but since I’m back, I’m gonna have to go.”
“So I won’t see you tonight?” I moaned in dismay.
“You will if you want to.” He chuckled. “Would you like to come with me?”
“To a charity dinner thingy?” I pretended to think about it. “Yeah, I think I might be able to fit it into my schedule, between my rereads of Mansfield Park and Jane Eyre.”
He laughed. “Now that’s not a bad way to spend an evening. You inspire me to want to go back to reading as much as I did when I was a teenager.”
“I want everybody to do that!” I exclaimed. “I want people to discover books again. That’s one of the reasons why I work in publishing. With each new book, you have a chance to convince someone who’d stopped reading fiction that it’s worth rediscovering, and sometimes, you get to introduce someone entirely new to the pleasure of words.”
“I love you,” he said quietly.
I smiled. “Because I like books?”
“Because you are unique, beautiful inside and out, you think of the world in terms that are greater than just yourself, plus…” He paused. “Your pussy feels like heaven around my dick.”
I choked on my laughter. “God!” I affected a scandalized voice. “How vulgar!”
“I know.” He was laughing. “See you tonight. I’ll pick you up around eight. Is that okay?”
“It’s perfect.”
I chose an ombre teal dress with a halter neckline and a deceptively long shark-bite hem that left most of my legs and thighs exposed, hidden only by the transparent, flowy material. I finished my makeup with red lipstick, chose dangling earrings, let my hair flow around my shoulders, and completed the outfit with silver heels and a cute glittery purse in the same color.
“What do you think?” I asked Amy when I emerged from my room.
She set down her laptop and mouthed a silent Wow!
“You look incredible,” she said.
“Thank you.” I did a small curtsey. “I try.”
“And slay.”
I grinned. “Jason should be here any minute.”
“You’re going to knock him out,” Amy promised.
Just then, the door-bird chirped, and I went to open the door.
Oh, my gorgeousness!
I took a minute just to take Jason in. His hair was gleaming, combed back but still wavy. There was a dark shadow around his chin, but it only made him look sexier, more dangerous somehow. He was wearing a perfectly fitted suit with a snowy white shirt, and he looked delicious. When he smiled down at me, I almost melted into a puddle of lust.
“You look…” He paused and thought for a moment, almost as if at a loss for words. “Amazing.”
“You look like temptation,” I replied, jaw still on the floor. “I’m going to be afraid to let you out of my sight all night.”
“I’m not letting you out of mine.” His eyes went to my legs under the thin material. The inner fabric stopped at the tops of my thighs, so everything else was visible. “This dress should be illegal,” he declared.
“Really?” I feigned innocence. “Why?”
He laughed and stepped into the apartment, waving at Amy, who’d gone back to working on her laptop.
“How’re you doing, pumpkin?”
She made a face. “Annoyed that you’re stealing my roomie.”
“I’m not sorry.” He grinned then he turned to me. “You ready?”
I nodded.
“You kids have fun,” Amy called out.
I laughed. “We will.”
The party was taking place in the ballroom of a hotel close to Jason’s office. I’d never been to his office, although I knew where he worked. I imagined we would remedy that soon with a private meeting on his desk, and the thought made me smile.
“What are you thinking?” Jason took my fingers in his, and I turned to smile at him. Inside the car, illuminated by the lights from outside, he looked even more perfect.
“How sexy you are.” I gave him a teasing smile.
“I like that train of thought.” His lips quirked, and he gave me a sidelong glance. “How sexy am I?”
I gave him a coquettish look. “I’ll show you later.”
He grinned. “Now I think we should just go to my place.”
“Can we?” I didn’t mind missing a party if it meant sating myself with his delicious body.
“No.” He sighed regretfully then stroked my thigh. “But I’ve been told anticipation is the best part.”
“No.” I gave him a teasing grin. “Fucking you is the best part.”
We arrived at the hotel. Jason held me as uniformed ushers led us to the ballroom, his hand splayed on my lower back, his fingers idly stroking my skin, making it clear that he was still thinking about what I said about fucking him.
Not that my thoughts were far from that. I loved parties, but the conversation, drinking, and laughter were no match for being in bed with Jason.
“Look who’s here,” I heard someone exclaim. “The wild beast himself.”
“You have to stop calling me that,” Jason warned, but he was laughing as he went to embrace the man who’d addressed him.
“Hi,” the man said to me, his blue eyes crinkling in the corners. He had slightly overlong sandy-blond hair and a three-day beard. “I’m Carter Hearst, and I roomed with Jason in college. Now, my question for you is, what’s a lovely woman like you doing with a fucker like him?”
I only paused for a beat. “Everything,” I said, grinning as his eyes widened. “It’s nice to meet you, Carter.”
“Nice to meet you too, Daphne. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you. You’ve got this one smitten.” He chuckled. “Not that he doesn’t deserve it.” He introduced the woman who had come to stand beside him. “This is Amber, my assistant.”
“Hi,” she said politely. She was a stunning woman about my age, but she looked like she would rather be anywhere than standing in as her boss’s date at a work-related party.
“Hi, Amber.” I gave her an understanding smile.
“Still can’t find a date, I see,” Jason teased, but before Carter could respond, another man joined us. It was Rico from the club, Wild Things. He had a woman with him, a tall, slender, black-haired model of perfection who could only have been an actual model.
“Hey guys.” He grinned, almost bobbing on his feet with excitement. “This is Silver Arren.”
Silver smiled uninterestedly as her eyes swept over us, only stopping when she got to Jason. She started to smile at him but caught herself and turned to Rico.
“You said we’d only be here for a few minutes,” she said in a stage whisper, pouting.
“I know, darling. We’re leaving soon. Why don’t you go to the bathroom and touch up?”
Her eyes flared at the idea that there might be something wrong with her makeup, and then she was off.
“Rico, you said you’d only last a few minutes but you’ve been going for…hours,” Jason said in a tiny girlish voice.
We all laughed, even Amber.
“That’s not what she said, man.” Rico laughed self-consciously. “But she wouldn’t be wrong, and she wouldn’t complain.”
Carter put his arm around Rico, affecting a concerned stance. “Dude, I think it’s about time you found someone a little more mature, you know?”
Rico’s eyes gleamed. “You mean like Amber? Hey babe.” He grinned at her. “How’s this ogre treating you?”
She laughed nervously and gave Carter a glance before shrugging in Rico’s direction. “Okay.”
“You get tired of working for him, come to the club and I’ll find you a more interesting job.”
“In the club, or as a replace
ment for Silver, Star, Esmeralda, and all the others in your constant retinue of models?” Carter sounded testy.
“Excuse me?” Amber shot him a deadly look.
“Come on,” Rico said. “I would never suggest that. Amber is so efficient she could probably run the club on her own after a few weeks…and I like my constant retinue of models. They’re my type.”
“Yeah. You’re right,” Carter said. “Sorry, Amber. I’m just going to go get myself a drink.”
We went to our shared table for eight where we were joined by another one of Jason’s friends, Viv, who was heavily pregnant and was there with her attentive husband. When it came to the teasing, she was as brutal as the guys, and she ribbed them mercilessly until I was almost in tears from laughing so hard.
Rico left soon after the meal was served, which made sense as Silver didn’t eat a bite. Then there were speeches and presentations, and finally, we were all hugging goodbye while we waited for our rides.
“I like your friends,” I told Jason when we were in the car.
“They like you,” he replied with a shrug. “Not that it would matter if they didn’t.”
I chuckled. “You always know the right thing to say.”
“It’s the truth,” he insisted. “And I’m trying to get laid tonight, not win friend of the year.”
I giggled. “You’re awful.”
“But you love me.”
“I do,” I whispered. With my whole soul.
“Come here.” He drew me into his arms and lowered his head to take my lips. He kissed me like he had been longing to do so all night, deep and hard, then soft and languid, savoring, tasting, then taking and giving.
“I’m going to tear this dress off you,” he promised.
“And then?”
“Then I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop.”
“I won’t.”
He laughed. “I know. You’re as insatiable as I am, aren’t you?”
“It’s not my fault you’re so sexy.” I sighed. “Sometimes it’s hard not to get caught up in how perfect you are.”
He snorted derisively, dismissing his looks with an offhandedness that was endearing. “I guess I can’t help the face I was born with.”