by Jodi Redford
“You have every man in this room dying to take it off you.”
His response was so unexpected it took her a moment to find her tongue. Here he’d provided the perfect opening to her seduction and she’d almost let it slip between her fingers. Channeling her nonexistent inner vixen, she batted her eyelashes. “Including you?” It didn’t come out as sexy as she’d hoped, and she winced.
His mouth quirked at one corner. “No, I’m completely immune to your charms.”
He was joking, right? Fairly positive that he was, she tried for a bolder approach and tiptoed her fingers up along the buttons of his starched shirt. “How about now?”
A chuckle rumbled from him. “Gabbi, what are you doing?”
Good question. God, did she really suck at flirting? Granted, her skills were pathetically rusty. Assuming they existed in the first place. Frustration welling inside her, she settled her palm against his chest. That’s when she felt the rapid pace of his heartbeat. She lifted her gaze to his, and sucked in a breath at the smoldering heat in his eyes. Coyness abandoning her, she blurted the primary thought tumbling around in her brain. “I want you to kiss me again. Desperately.”
His gaze darkened. Sliding his hand to her elbow, he steered her toward the hallway. Her body buzzing with heady anticipation, she barely registered the crush of people he led her through as they made their way to the kitchen. Although the room was empty, he didn’t stop until they reached the back stairway. He pressed her up against the door, slamming it shut with her weight. The next instant his mouth devoured hers in a kiss that left her head spinning. Gasping, she tunneled her fingers through his silky hair, holding on for dear life.
She wouldn’t have thought it possible, but the kiss was a thousand degrees hotter than the one last night. Apparently sobriety made all the difference. Which was rather ironic, considering how the drugging intoxication of Jax’s kisses was far more potent than any alcohol in existence. He slicked his tongue over hers, coaxing a whimper from her. Splaying his palms on her ass, he squeezed each cheek and hiked her tighter to him. She went willingly, desperate mewls pouring from her as she sucked on his tongue.
He tore his mouth from hers, his breaths ragged. “I’m crushing your feathers.”
It took her a second to realize that wasn’t some kinky dirty talk she wasn’t hip to. She glanced down at the scooped neckline of her costume and noticed a couple of feathers with the tips broken off. Wise decision not to go with the rental option.
Jax shoved her mask up and stroked her cheek. “Where is this headed, Gabbi?”
She knew he was asking in the most basic of terms. This wasn’t an inquiry beyond the next twenty-four hours. Her heart squeezed at that sad fact, but now that she’d set the wheels in motion there was no way she’d step on the brake.
“Hopefully your bed. Or mine.” She backed up her bold statement by sliding her hand to his fly. The impressive bulge she discovered tenting his tuxedo pants prompted a greedy ache deep in her core. She fondled him shamelessly, her pussy clenching as he surged and thickened in her grasp.
He groaned and shackled her wrist between his fingers, reluctantly easing her off him. “I’ll never get through the rest of the party if you keep doing that.”
“We could have a quickie.”
“Not a fucking chance. I want you naked, those gorgeous tits quivering and your nipples available for my feasting when I ease inside you the first time.”
Well how could she argue with that? She licked her lips. “Then I can have you after the party?”
A slow smile tipped his mouth. “Oh, you’ll get all of me. Maybe more than you can handle.”
The wicked promise in his gaze brought a rush of moisture between her legs. She squirmed restlessly, and he drifted his fingertips along her collarbone, increasing the fevered longing buzzing in her cells. She’d give her soul to have his hands on her breasts. Or maybe his mouth. That’d leave his fingers free to delve inside her wetness and relieve the relentless throbbing in her clit.
He followed the slope of her shoulder and proceeded to travel lower, his knuckles grazing the outer swell of her breast. She leaned into him, her sight fixed on his mouth. Rather than kiss her, the teasing bastard inched backwards. Devilment twinkled in his eyes. “No, to get that you have to give me something.”
She blinked at him. “I am. Me.”
“But that won’t be for another three hours. At least.”
“What do you want?” Scraping her bottom lip between her teeth, she rubbed wantonly against the delicious thickness of his erection.
Gripping her by the waist, he made a tsking sound and pinned her to the door, restricting her movement. He slipped his hand underneath her feathered skirt and boldly caressed her thigh before gliding upward. He grazed the outer edge of her panties, and her pulse quickened along with her breaths. She swallowed past the dryness in her throat when he hooked the elastic band resting on her hip and dragged her panties down. Coaxing her legs wider, he slid the triangle of lace past her thighs and stooped to assist her from the garment.
His grin sinful, he pressed the drenched scrap of fabric to his nose and breathed in the evidence of her arousal. “Now I know how excited you are, naughty girl.” Straightening, he tucked her panties in the pocket of his tuxedo jacket. “You’ve earned your reward.”
Cupping the back of her head, he traced the seam of her lips with his thumb before claiming her mouth with a hungry growl. His tongue demanded complete enslavement of her senses, each wet, seeking thrust pushing her deeper beneath the undertow. He retreated slightly, shifting the dynamics of the kiss to a lazy exploration that was no less hazardous to her equilibrium. His tongue played with the tip of hers before he sucked her bottom lip between his teeth.
By the time they came up for air no oxygen remained in her lungs and her brain was mush. Her body quivering with a million pinpoints of electric sensation, she gaped at him. “Can’t you just toss everyone out now?”
He chuckled. “Trust me, I’m tempted.” His gaze hooded and sexy, he stroked the curve of her jaw. “I’m going to fuck you in every way imaginable. And several that haven’t even been invented yet.”
With that enticing promise hanging in the air, he opened the door and ushered her into the kitchen.
The remainder of the night was a study in agonized frustration. Every inch of her burned for Jax’s touch. Her breasts felt heavy and achy. If she had her damn panties on she would have soaked through them hours ago. As it was, knowing the bit of lace rested in Jax’s safe keeping only amped up the torture. A few times she’d caught him with his hand in his pocket and a devilish smile on his lips.
The kinky bastard was killing her.
A handful of guests lingered in the solarium. Mentally willing them to hurry the hell up and be on their way, she grabbed a waste basket and began clearing some of the trash cluttering the tables. Maybe the stragglers would get the hint that the party was officially over.
Because, damn it, she was freakin’ ready to get the real party started.
A hand suddenly squeezed her ass. She whipped her head around and met Jax’s hot stare. The tension didn’t completely vacate her body. “Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to cop a cheap feel of a woman who’s on the edge of raging horniness?”
“Why? Going to tackle me amid the remains of the mini muffulettas?”
“No, I was thinking more along the lines of the beignets. Powdered sugar and honey makes me frisky.”
“Mm, I like the way you think, baby.” Jax freed the trash basket from her grip. “This isn’t your job.”
“I don’t mind. It gives me something to focus on.”
Ignoring her attempt to reclaim the bin, he shoved the receptacle underneath the table. “The only thing I want you focusing on is my cock.”
“What do you think I’ve been doing for the last three and a half hours?” she countered grumpily.
“Oh yeah?” He leaned down to brush his lips near her ear. “Your pussy nice
and juicy wet for me?”
“If you’d get rid of those Chatty Cathys over there you’d find out first hand.”
A primal growl rumbled from him. Turning his back on her, he strode to the group near the doorway. A minute later he steered them toward the hall. She tiptoed forward, covertly spying on their progress as they made their way to the mansion’s main atrium. They disappeared from sight and she gusted a relieved breath.
She was one step closer to finally having Jax. Which meant she was one step closer to letting him go.
No, she wouldn’t think about that. Wouldn’t let it stop her from cutting the cord. Just because he was hot for her now didn’t mean it would last. Jax was incapable of holding onto a woman for more than a night. She wouldn’t fool herself into thinking she’d be the exception to the rule. So she’d grasp onto this moment and revel in every hedonistic second.
Endless minutes ticked by. Surely he’d bid his guests goodbye by now. It shouldn’t be taking this long.
Unless he’d changed his mind. But he wouldn’t do that to her. Yes, he could be incredibly insensitive at times, but even he wouldn’t be such an asshat to leave her waiting here while he went up to bed.
Would he?
Doubts and a fair amount of aggravation brewing inside her, she spun away from the table and stalked to the doorway. She crossed the threshold the same instant Jax rounded the corner of the hall. His eyes practically glowing with an inner fire, he advanced on her, forcing her to take a shuffling step backward.
“Where do you think you’re going?” His palms coasted along her shoulders in a possessive sweep, stalling her in her tracks.
“You were taking forever.”
“I had to give the servers their tip.”
Aw damn. The servers. She’d completely forgotten about them. “I’m sorry. Usually I take care of that for you.”
“You can make it up to me.” He tucked his fingers in the neckline of her costume and began to ease it down from her shoulders.
She covered his hands with hers before the garment could creep any lower. “Are you certain everyone’s gone?”
“Yes. But frankly, I wouldn’t give a rat’s ass either way.” He ducked his head and grazed the sensitive hollow beneath her ear with his lips. Sweeping her hair aside, he nuzzled her skin before gracing her with a nip of his teeth. “I’m on fire for you, Gabbi. I’d fuck you in front of a room full of people rather than wait another second to have you.”
Well, when he put it that way...
She dropped her arms to her sides and he slipped the dress off of her. It floated to the marble floor in a puddle of sheer white mesh and feathers, leaving her standing before him in her strapless bra and high heels. His incinerating gaze roamed every inch of her, lingering on the strip of pubic hair topping her mound. She knew she carried several more pounds than his average woman, but the way he looked at her made her feel like the sexiest woman alive.
His hand moved to the hook and eye closure on her bra and deftly freed it with a single flick of his thumb and index finger. The undergarment joined her dress and Jax cupped her breasts in his palms, squeezing just enough to prod a desperate moan from her. He rolled her nipples between his fingertips. Intense focus sketching his features, he observed how the tortured nubs stiffened under his ministrations.
Trembling with need, she watched his head descend. A moment later the blazing heat of his mouth encased her nipple. The soft, wet swirl of his tongue proved a pleasure beyond any other. With a groan, he laved the pebbled peak before suckling it with firm draws of his lips, teeth, and tongue.
Her knees unsteady, she clutched at him. Without warning, he lifted her in his strong arms and carried her to the Baby Grand. He stretched her out on the gleaming hood, apparently unconcerned with the hours of polishing it’d likely taken to reach that level of shine. Trying not to dwell on the mark she was leaving with her ass, she attempted to scoot into a sitting position. He bracketed her wrists with his hands, pinning her down. “No, I want you just like this.”
Shivering, she complied with his wishes. He released her wrists and coasted his hands along the insides of her arms, leaving a trail of goose bumps in his wake. Ghosting over the hills of her breasts, he painted her nipples with featherlight sweeps of his fingertips. She arched her back in a desperate bid for more of his touch.
“Mm, pretty.”
His praise filled her with nearly as much pleasure as the excruciatingly slow drift of his hand down the valley of her abdomen. Her muscles quivered, growing taut the closer he traveled to the place where she ached for him most. Anticipation ratcheted her pulse. If he didn’t touch her pussy soon she’d go insane. Or beg him to bury his fingers inside her.
As if he’d read her tortured thoughts, he spread her legs slightly and visually devoured her with his smoldering gaze.
“Please,” she whispered.
She thought he might string out his torment longer. Instead he surprised her by leaning over her and draping her legs across his shoulders. The next instant his tongue curled over her clit, and she closed her eyes with a drawn out sigh of pleasure. He stroked her hips, the added rasp of his beard stubble along her inner thighs contributing to the overload of sensation. She lifted her head, the sight of his face buried between her legs making her dizzy. How many times had she fantasized about this moment?
Well, not on his Steinway, exactly. Her fantasy life wasn’t that creative.
Jax’s mouth abandoned her and he straightened. His motions impatient, he wrestled his tuxedo jacket from his broad shoulders. He flung the garment aside and worked on his shirt, carelessly ripping a few buttons off in his haste to remove it. Once his torso was bare she pushed up onto her elbows and drank in his exquisite masculinity.
Sculpted muscles defined his chest and six pack. Other than a fine smattering of hair that sprinkled his pecs and formed a happy trail down to his fly, his bronzed velvety skin was completely smooth. Her fingers itched to touch him, to feel the heat and strength radiating from his pores. After kicking off his dress shoes, he pulled his buckle loose and unzipped his trousers before shucking them off along with his boxer briefs.
Her mouth going dry, she stared at the impressive status of his erection. His cock jutted long, thick, and deliciously hard, the fat head hitting just a few inches shy of his navel.
Good God. No wonder he had no problem getting women into bed. Here she’d assumed it’d been his wealth sealing the deal. Evidently it wasn’t merely his bank account that was ridiculously well endowed.
He gave her a cocky grin. How appropriate. “I take it you approve.”
“Size is one thing. Knowing how to use it is another.”
“I know how to hold my own.” He stroked his shaft from the root all the way to the crown, the sight adding to her dizziness.
“So I see.” Snagging her bottom lip between her teeth, she swirled her fingertips along her inner thigh, slowly making her way inland. Her focus glued to the fat, glistening tip of Jax’s cock, she slicked over her clit, shivering at the contact.
A groan fell from Jax. “Fucking sexy.”
“You like? Just getting ready for you, big boy.” Enjoying this opportunity to tease him, she canted her hips forward slightly and eased one finger past her dripping slit.
“You need more fingers than that to get the job done right.”
She grinned. “Aren’t you full of yourself.”
“Not as full as you’ll be in two seconds.” He stepped between her legs and deliberately brushed his engorged cockhead on her thigh. “I don’t have any condoms down here, so we’ll have to continue this party upstairs.”
She arched an eyebrow. “What? You don’t keep them stashed in the piano? How shortsighted of you.”
“Smartass.” Chuckling, he wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled her into his arms. Clinging to his shoulders, she rubbed her pussy along his shaft, glazing him with her wetness. A hissing breath snaked between his teeth. “Are you trying to kill me?”
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“Payback is a bitch.”
Grunting, he hiked her up higher, minimizing her contact with his yummy cock. Twining her arms around his neck, she nibbled on his ear, causing him to lose his stride as he carried her to the hallway. He growled when she sucked on his lobe. “Keep that up and you’ll get a spanking.”
“Promises, promises.”
He took the stairs two at a time and reached the top landing without dropping her or losing his breath. Impressive. He tossed her onto his massive California King and left her just long enough to fetch a condom from the nightstand drawer.
She snuggled her cheek into the downy silk-cased pillow and inhaled the potent cedar and citrus scent that lingered from Jax’s cologne. He filled her senses. Completely. A second later he joined her on the bed, his big, gorgeous body fitting snug over hers in a delicious alignment of his hard muscled sleekness against her much softer parts. She widened her thighs, cradling his hips as she smoothed her hands along the deep groove of his spine.
He slid his mouth over hers, his demanding tongue seeking access. She submitted with a wispy sigh that turned into a greedy moan when his cockhead furrowed between her labia in its own quest for entry. She angled her hips upward and he reached down, positioning himself better before easing inside her with a gliding stroke.
The fullness of his penetration overwhelming, she clutched at his shoulders, instinctively pushing her butt into the mattress to evade too deep of a thrust. Breaking their kiss, he brushed her hair back from her face. “Am I hurting you?”
“N-no.” Not physically, anyway. When it came to her heart, it was another story.
His hips began moving again, this time in a slower than molasses pace. Her pussy gradually stretched to accept him, the friction of his tunneling dick and the steady grinding of her clit on the base of his cock driving her closer to the peak. Jax lifted up onto his hands and arched his back, granting her the brain-melting sight of his cock, wet with her juices, shafting her slow and deep.