Mogul (Price of Fame Book 3)

by Elizabeth Lynx

  But what Jon was doing was nothing I had ever experienced before. Every kiss, every touch was the most erotic thing I had ever felt. I never would have imagined feeling like this with a man.

  My orgasm hit me hard but Jon didn’t stop licking me. He drew it out and I barely kept my hands away from him. My hips gyrated, reaching for his mouth as he lapped me up.

  As I came down from the high he brought me, I thought I would have felt satiated, but I wanted more. As if something was missing from this whole experience.

  “I want you,” I said and arched my back.

  Jon stood and licked his lips. His hand cupped the bulge in his pants. He watched me for a moment, his eyes shifting up and down my body.

  He was debating what to do and I knew I had to help him. I slid my hand down my body until I was cupping my pussy and said, “I need you to fuck me, Jon.”

  His eyes closed, and he released a deep breath. “Are you sure?” He opened his eyes as his hand came to rest on my thigh.

  I nodded. “Yes. Please.”

  It was beyond time for me to hang up my V-card. I wasn’t an innocent eighteen-year-old who didn’t know better. I was a grown woman, used to making tough decisions. I knew what I wanted, and it was to be fucked by Jon Harrington.

  Jon took off his jacket and tie before unbuttoning his shirt. Once he was naked from the waist up, I studied the defined muscles of his chest and arms. I could never tell if he worked out under his suits, but apparently, he did . . . a lot.

  While I was drooling over his body he had reached into his back pocket and took out his wallet. When he removed his pants and pulled down his boxer briefs, my eyes widened at the size of his cock.

  “Holy moly, you’re hung.”

  His hand gripped the base of his cock as he nodded. “Yeah.”

  Just like that. No arrogant smirk or smart-ass reply, just agreement as if I had said the sun was yellow.

  Jon rolled on the condom he had removed from his wallet. He adjusted himself until his tip was pushing against my pussy.

  “Lie back. It will probably hurt at first, but I’m going to try to make it as pleasurable as possible,” Jon said as if he was about to give a presentation in a meeting, not push his cock inside me.

  I did as he said and watched as he slid his thumb over my still sensitive clit. It didn’t take long before I was groaning and moving my hips. Each time I moved, Jon pushed a little more inside me. It felt good, but I wondered if he would fit.

  He leaned over me with a pained expression.

  “Does it hurt you, too?” I asked, wondering if there was something I could do to ease his pain.

  “No, just the opposite. I might not last long,” he groaned as he pushed farther inside me. My core tightened, and I whimpered as he stretched me.

  With one fast push, he was inside and I felt a pinch. I winced but the more he moved in and out the less painful it became.

  “Are you okay?” Jon asked through gritted teeth.

  I nodded and soon I was moving my hips in rhythm with his. The pain was gone after a minute and with his thumb still working my clit, I felt myself tighten as I was about to come.

  “Oh, Emmie. You feel incredible.” He lowered himself until his teeth took hold of my spiked nipple. He nibbled and sucked until I was a squirming mess beneath him.

  My orgasm exploded and I barely remember saying his name. My eyes had closed at some point as the full impact of it took over my body. I could hear him grunt on top of me and as I was coming back down, I opened my eyes.

  The look of determination on his face as his hips slammed into me and the sounds of slick skin slapping against each other was enough to cause me to tighten around him again.

  “Oh God, I’m coming again,” I cried out.

  “Emmie,” he groaned as he pushed inside me, and we came at the same time.

  The orgasm was more intense than the first and it took me a while before I realized he was lying on top of me. His sweaty back rose up and down rapidly.

  “Can I touch you now?” I asked as I still had the urge to run my fingers through his hair.

  “Yes. You can do anything you want to me. You could hit me with a baseball bat and I’d still have a smile on my face.”

  I felt like my heart was about to explode with happiness.

  “So, it was good?”

  Jon lifted his head and held himself up with his elbows on either side of me. “It was so good that I wonder if it would be possible to top it. But I’m sure going to try.”

  I slid my fingers into his damp hair as he kissed my chest. Losing my virginity was the best decision I had ever made. I could kick myself for waiting so long to do it.

  TEN

  Jon

  “I can’t believe she wants you.” Tabitha rolled her eyes at me before popping a piece of shrimp into her mouth.

  “I told you, I got the looks and the charm. I make her look good.” I shrugged as I cleaned my spice-coated hands from our shared appetizer of steamed spicy shrimp.

  “I thought for sure Kaitlin would want me to represent her. How did you get Emmie to agree to hiring Kaitlin for her new show Live Life Home? I thought she had Vera attached to that.”

  Last week Emmie mentioned that Vera was no longer a part of her upcoming lifestyle show. I mentioned that I had a potential client who would be perfect, and Emmie was eager to speak to her.

  It worked out perfectly, but I wasn’t going to let Tabitha know that.

  “I have my ways.” I took a hefty sip of water as I looked through the large window and out over The Chesapeake Bay. It was only February, so there weren’t any sailboats on the water, but it didn’t make it any less beautiful.

  It had been two weeks since Emmie said goodbye to her virginity, and we have been fucking nonstop. She’s more eager than me a lot of the times.

  “I guess I should thank you for signing Kaitlin. You did good, little brother.” Tabitha nodded at me.

  My mouth fell open in surprise. She had never thanked me. Ever, in our entire lives.

  “Are you sick?”

  That was it, wasn’t it? She was about to tell me she had some life-threatening illness and only had six months to live. That’s why she had been acting so melancholy lately.

  “What? No, I feel perfectly fine. I’ve been thinking lately . . . I don’t thank people enough. I should do that more often.”

  Her phone buzzed before I had the chance to ask her if she was on drugs.

  “One of my clients.” She held up her cell. “Got to go. Existential emergency. Make sure to put this on the company card,” she said before pushing her chair back and stood. She waved goodbye as she walked away, her phone already firmly pressed to her ear.

  I sat there for a moment and gazed out onto the water. I don’t think I had ever been happier than I was right now. I was successful at my job, I just landed a big client, Emmie mentioned that her script editor liked my script, and then there was Emmie . . . She was like every fantasy I ever had about a woman all wrapped up in one person.

  I had usually dated blondes but there was something about Emmie that caused me to turn my head. She was different, and I was beginning to realize change was a good thing.

  Emmie was smart, successful, confident, and loved my cock. What could be better?

  I asked for the check when the waiter came to check on my table. And as I turned in my chair, I noticed a short sexy brunette walk in the restaurant.

  Emmie was here. I was about to push back my chair to go over to her when I noticed a man walk in behind her.

  Perhaps she was having a lunch meeting, too. But then he helped remove her coat, and his hand gently rested on her lower back as he guided her to their table. Something deep and hard ate at my stomach. I felt equally nauseous and angry.

  The waiter appeared with my bill and I took my time paying it. I wanted to watch them for a moment to find out what was going on. Perhaps he was just handsy and didn’t realize that he wasn’t to mess with power.

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bsp; Emmie could eat him for breakfast if she wanted. I smirked, wondering what she’d say to rip him apart.

  But as time went on something strange happened. Instead of telling the guy off or walking away, Emmie laughed. She threw her head back and chuckled as if he said the funniest thing ever.

  I had to find out what was going on, so I got up and walked over to their table. When I arrived, the man saw me first and said, “I believe the lady would like a glass of wine and I’ll have a beer.”

  He thought I was the fucking waiter.

  Emmie’s eyes widened. “Jon. What are you doing here?”

  “Apparently, I’m getting your drinks.”

  “Oh, do you know him?” the slack-jawed jerk asked.

  “Yes, Jay, and he’s not a waiter. He’s the new star of Live Life Home’s agent.”

  Oh, so I was just an agent? Not the man who gave her three orgasms on Monday during our lunch meeting.

  “Oh yeah, Kaitlin Hickory-Moore. You mentioned her.” He held up his hands and chuckled. “I’m not familiar with show business, I’m just a dentist.”

  Of course, he was. I tried not to roll my eyes as I said, “Emmie, do you mind speaking with me in private for a minute?”

  “Sure.” She pushed back her chair and when Dr. Jay tried to help her, I raced over and grabbed the chair from him. I pulled a little too hard, and she stumbled back.

  “Oh goodness,” she said.

  “Caught you,” I said as I glared at Jay.

  I had no idea where we could go for privacy, so I kept walking with Emmie trailing behind me until I found a door. When I opened the door, I realized it was a broom closet.

  “It’s like déjà vu,” Emmie said with a laugh.

  I switched on the light and we both stepped inside. I wasted no time once I closed the door. “Who’s that guy?”

  “Jay Zimmerman. He’s a dentist,” she said, smoothing down the front of her noticeably sheer blouse. There was a skimpy tank top underneath to cover her but not enough in my opinion.

  “Yeah, I got the whole dentist part . . . I mean, why are you here with him? Is this some business meeting?”

  “Of course not,” she said and then snorted.

  Normally, I found it adorably amusing when she snort-laughed but today, not so much.

  “So, what you’re telling me is you’re on a date with him?”

  I watched her closely to see what she’d say to get out of this mess. Her head tilted, and she gazed at me as if I had grown two heads.

  “Yes, of course. I thought that was obvious.”

  My mouth hung open. This woman was fucking me on the side while going out on dates with other guys?

  “Um, do other people know about these dates?” I asked as I ran my fingers through my hair.

  It felt like a thousand degrees in this closet, but I wasn’t about to leave until I got answers.

  “My sister. She’s the one who encouraged me to get out there and date. If it wasn’t painfully obvious, I haven’t really dated much in the last, uh . . . seven years.” She laughed again.

  This was funny to her. I wasn’t laughing.

  “What about me? Or is he too perfect of a yes-man to pass up?”

  That caused her to chuckle even more. “Of course, the yes-man argument. We don’t date, Jon, or haven’t you noticed? In fact, I specifically remember how you said, ‘fucking only.’ Nothing more.”

  That was true. Normally, I wouldn’t expect dating. Maybe a movie on television before sex or ordering takeout before getting it on. While I wouldn’t call that a date, it wasn’t nothing.

  But when I thought about my time with Emmie, I realized I hadn’t even done that. I came to her office during her lunch hour a few days a week and we fucked. Then, on the weekends, she’d meet me at my condo and we’d have sex. I usually mentioned how I had to get back to work and she’d leave.

  “The most we are, Jon, are fuck-buddies. Just because you don’t want a relationship doesn’t mean I don’t want one. I’m respecting our agreement and not expecting more from you, so here I am. Sitting in a restaurant with a nice, successful man on an actual date.”

  I stared at her in disbelief. Not that what she said was wrong but because it was spot on. We used each other for sex and nothing more. And here I was jealous that she didn’t want more from me. Or maybe I was being selfish that she wasn’t satisfied with only sex.

  Either way, I was being a jerk. My previous fuck-buddy relationships only lasted a few weeks. And it was always the woman who decided she wanted more, so we ended things.

  It never bothered me before, but now it does.

  I nodded. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I guess I was confused for a moment. I’ll let you get back to your date.”

  She sighed and said, “Okay. Um . . . does this mean we aren’t having sex anymore?”

  This was something that I wouldn’t budge on, not even for Emmie. I looked into her sparkling golden eyes and said, “Yes, it’s over between us.”

  ELEVEN

  Emmie

  “I fucked that up royally,” I groaned as I lay back on the exercise bench.

  “Speaking of royally. Did you hear the future heir of Cambria, Nicolas Aster Rowley Chillingham has disappeared? Some say he’s in the United States looking for a bride. Perhaps if he marries me, Ma can let go of the idea of me becoming a nun,” Issa mused as she tapped at her phone.

  “That’s wonderful, Issa. I’m sure you’d easily win over a crowned prince while I can’t even get a talent agent to date me.”

  She shook her head, still staring at her phone. “I told you he wouldn’t date you. From what you said about Jon, he doesn’t seem like the dating type.”

  “It was your idea to go out on a date with your dentist. You told me Jon would get jealous if he found out and confess his love for me!”

  I hadn’t planned on being at the same restaurant as Jon for the date. But then my sister mentioned the place and I wondered if she knew he’d be there?

  She lifted her head. “No. I said if he wanted you for more than just sex, then he’d admit his feelings. But that didn’t happen.”

  Of course, my sister could shrug this off as no big deal. Get over him and move on, that’s what she always did. But she had more experience than me. The way Jon looked at me when we’d meet or how he caressed me after we had sex, I thought it wasn’t just me that started to have these feelings.

  But I was wrong.

  And then the date with the dentist. It was fine, but I wasn’t feeling it. He was nice enough but when he asked if I would like to see him again at the end of the date I had to be honest with him. He understood but seemed a little disappointed.

  What was I thinking? Playing these games wasn’t me at all. It had been almost a week since I last saw Jon at the restaurant. I don’t like to play games with anyone, but Issa’s idea seemed like it would work. He had to want more than just my body.

  I guess Jon’s just another superficial man-whore and I hated that I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

  “I should have been honest with him. Told him how I felt like I had wanted to.”

  My sister tilted her head. “And that would have changed the outcome, how?”

  “Ugh, I hate how you’re right. And now I’ve got to go to Willa and Hunter’s engagement party with Niki in two hours. I know he’ll be there. Can you pretend to be me today?”

  My sister smirked. “If only we could do that. Unfortunately, we aren’t identical twins. But if you ever need me to do that to someone who doesn’t know what you look like, I’ll totally be your girl.”

  I heard the doorbell and my heart jumped. I was about to race to the door but realized my mother was out shopping.

  I took my time getting to the front door, mainly so I could continue to mope and feel bad for myself. I wasn’t used to this feeling, and I vowed never to go through it again.

  Maybe it was best I didn’t date.

  My heart jumped in my chest when I glanced at the secur
ity camera. I quickly scrambled for the doorknob and pulled.

  “Jon. What are you doing here?” I asked as I studied his face.

  I noticed his hair was a mess and his normally clean-shaven face had days’ worth of stubble on it. And his clothes—if I could call them that—were not something I thought I’d see on him.

  He was wearing a stained hoodie and ripped jeans.

  “Did someone steal your clothes?” It’s the only explanation I could come up with. Perhaps he had been kidnapped and he had to put on the kidnapper’s clothes before escaping.

  “No. These are mine.” He winced as if speaking hurt and he held his hand up to the sun, despite being covered by a porch roof.

  There was a weird smell, and I stepped forward, sniffing the air. “Oh God. Is that you? Did you fall into a garbage truck?”

  He lifted his arm and took a whiff. Then his head went back and he gagged. “Yeah . . . that’s me.”

  I wanted to invite him inside, but I was afraid I’d have to hire a sanitizing crew in after he left. So, despite the cold, I stepped outside. The day was clear but crisp and I wrapped my arms around myself to keep warm.

  He nodded. “I get it. Don’t want me inside. I can’t say I blame you.”

  “It’s just—”

  “You got your new boyfriend in there?” Jon frowned and scratched his greasy hair.

  “What?”

  “Jay the dentist.”

  I narrowed my eyes and as my eyes traveled down his disheveled outfit; I realized something.

  “Jon. Are you jealous?”

  He barked out a laugh and pinched his lips together as he wildly shook his head. “Jealous? Me?” He scoffed. “I don’t get jealous. I’ve never been jealous in my life.”

  I lifted my hands in the air. “Oh my God, you are so jealous. Look at you. When was the last time you showered?” I covered my nose because even outside, I could smell him.

  He shrugged. “I don’t remember. Maybe Tuesday.”

  “Four days ago?” I stared at him in surprise. “The same day you ended things in the restaurant. Please tell me you haven’t met any clients like this?”