“Very.” She tipped her face into his palm, caught his thumb with her mouth, and sucked it in between her lips.
He groaned. “That was hot the first time you did it, and it’s even hotter now.”
She released his thumb with a pop. “As I recall, you didn’t give me a choice the first time. And you’re right, it was damn hot. I think that was the moment I knew for certain you were going to rock my world and leave me spinning out of control.”
Jason stroked her cheek and then sat back. “You’re making it hard for me to care about finishing this meal.”
She squirmed in her seat, squeezing her legs together on the bench across from him. She liked the intimacy of the booth, but part of her wished they’d sat on the same side. If he had her pinned against the wall, there was a chance his hand could be on her thigh right now, teasing her skin mercilessly.
She bit into her bottom lip and tried to control her beating heart. There was no hope, however. Every time she was with Jason, he had this power over her. He made her body sing with arousal. Was this a passing thing that would burn itself out in a few weeks or months? Or did it have staying power?
She wasn’t ready or able to face those questions, and she hoped it didn’t matter for now. Time would tell her how serious this was. As long as Jason gave her that time, she would use it to figure out how on earth she might go about informing her mother that she was dating a white guy.
The problem was that the thought of ever finding someone who could make her feel as alive as Jason did was unimaginable. They had a rare connection, and she knew he felt it too.
Why does everything have to be so complicated?
Chapter 14
One week later…
Libby smiled as she turned her phone on and saw a text from Jason.
Hey, baby girl, I know you’re traveling today, but I wasn’t sure what time you would get home. I wondered if I could see you when you get back in town.
I wish. She sighed. She was supposed to have returned to Dallas earlier this evening, but instead, her flight had been delayed and she was now stuck spending the night in Denver because she’d worked too many hours and timed out.
Disappointed, Libby pulled her overnight bag through the airport and took a shuttle to the hotel. She waited until she was in her room before she texted him back.
I hope I’m not waking you. I know it’s late. I got stuck in Denver. Flights were delayed. I won’t be home until tomorrow afternoon. I just got to my hotel.
Seconds later, her phone rang and her heart beat faster as she answered. “Hey,” she said, her voice breathy. She kicked off her shoes as she put the phone on speaker so she could get out of her uniform.
“Hey there. Sorry you got delayed.”
“Yeah. Me too. It happens. I’d rather it didn’t happen on a night you wanted to see me.” She was really disappointed. She’d seen him three nights in the past week, but it hadn’t seemed like enough. She found herself thinking about him all the time when they weren’t together. She’d also started traveling with her vibrator, although lately, it didn’t even take the added battery-powered toy to get her off when she closed her eyes and thought of Jason.
“You miss me,” he pointed out, his voice teasing.
“Yeah.”
“What are you wearing?” His voice dipped lower, softer, sexier.
She glanced down as she dropped her skirt. Her blouse was already on the bed. “My bra and panties.”
“Really? Have you been stripping while we speak?”
“Yes.” The phone was sitting on the mattress. She cupped her breasts and squeezed them, moaning unintentionally.
“Naughty girl,” he admonished. “I want to see.”
A second later, her phone buzzed, indicating he was switching them to FaceTime.
She released her breasts and tapped the screen to accept the call, leaning over it so that her face came into view. She gave him an evil grin.
“Don’t tease me, baby girl. Pick up the phone and show me what you’re wearing.”
She lifted the cell and slowly tipped it toward her bare shoulder, giving him a glimpse of her bra strap.
“More, little one. I need to see you. Since you’re not in my bed tonight, I’m going to have to settle for the next best thing. A show. Do as you’re told or my palm will be the first thing that touches you the next time I see you. A hard spanking will teach you not to tease me.”
Libby’s face heated as she lowered the phone slowly, letting him see her lace bra and then the dip of her belly before she hovered over the triangle at the front of her panties. She shivered as she watched herself revealed to him on the screen.
The last time she’d been on FaceTime with Jason, he had watched her face while she masturbated. He had not seen her naked. The thought of displaying herself like this made her nipples stiffen. It was naughty, just like he’d called her.
She brought the phone slowly back to her face, licking her lips.
“Good girl. Climb up on the bed for me.”
She did as he told her, holding the phone with one hand.
“How many pillows are at the head of the bed, little one?”
She glanced over her shoulder. “It’s a hotel. I don’t know why they think people need this many pillows, but there are about six.”
“Good. Situate them so you can lean back, but put one between your legs and prop your phone against it so I can see all of you.”
She swallowed. Can I do this? Perform for him through the phone? She’d never even taken a nude picture of herself, let alone stripped for a man while he watched through the phone. He could ruin her with this if he wanted to.
“Libby… You’re hesitating.”
“It’s so taboo, Sir.”
His breath hitched when she called him Sir. She knew he liked it when she spoke to him with such reverence. He’d never instructed her to call him Sir. She’d simply done it on her own any time he was dominating her. He was certainly dominating her now.
“I promise I’m not recording you, baby girl. I would never violate your trust that way. This is for no one but me. No one else will ever see it. When we hang up, it won’t even exist.”
She bit her lip as she held his gaze through the phone. “Yes, Sir.” She was still hesitant as she rearranged the pillows behind her and then brought one down between her legs. By the time she had the phone propped up against the pillow, she’d calmed her racing heart somewhat.
The view on the screen was smokin’ hot. She parted her legs farther, giving him a full shot of the black lace triangle that covered her pussy.
“That’s a girl. So pretty. Set your hands on your thighs, little one. Stroke the skin alongside your panties.”
She did as he told her, watching herself on the screen. It was like watching an erotic film or porn. Except it was far more authentic because she was truly enjoying herself.
“Are your panties wet, baby girl?”
“Yes, Sir. Soaked.” She drew a finger over the top, moaning as she flicked over her clit.
“Naughty girl. Don’t get ahead of yourself. Do as you’re told.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Pull that lace to one side so I can see your pussy.”
She was shaking as she obeyed this command, and she gasped as her swollen, wet lips came into view. This was so erotic. She’d never watched herself masturbate.
“Stroke a finger through your folds now. Slowly.”
She held the lace with one hand and touched herself with the other. Her breath hitched at the contact, as if she weren’t the one touching herself.
“Do you have a vibrator with you, baby girl?” His voice was gravelly now. He was as aroused as her. She could only see his face, but she imagined his hand was wrapped around his cock.
Her face heated again as she admitted what a horny girl she’d been. “Yes, Sir,” she murmured.
“What’s that, little one? I couldn’t hear you.”
She drew in a breath. “I brought a b
ullet with me, Sir.”
“You are so naughty, aren’t you?” He was smiling.
“Yes. Since I met you.”
“You didn’t travel with a vibrator before you met me?”
“No.” She shook her head.
“Go get it. And remove your bra and panties. Come right back. You have thirty seconds.”
She hesitated, swallowing. Finally, she lifted one leg over the pillow prop and slid from the bed. With shaky fingers, she found the little pink bullet in her overnight bag, shrugged out of her panties, and unfastened her bra. It fell to the floor as she climbed back onto the bed and returned to the same position. She held the bullet up for him to see, blocking his view of her pussy.
“Good girl. Now let me see you. Spread open for me. Angle the camera so I can see your sweet tits, too.”
She adjusted the screen and leaned back, her chest heaving. This was so damn erotic.
“So sexy. Pull your pussy lips open for me.”
She tucked the bullet in her palm and obeyed him, falling under his spell so easily. She knew he would make it worthwhile.
“Turn the vibrator onto the highest setting and push it up inside you, baby girl.”
She was panting as she turned it on, and she gritted her teeth as she slid it into her. She moaned. Nothing was touching her clit, but God, she was so close.
“How does that feel, baby girl?”
“So good, Sir.”
“I bet you need to come, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.” So badly.
“I want you to play with your clit. I want to watch you come. But there’s a catch.”
She sucked in a breath. “What’s the catch, Sir?” How could this get any more erotic?
“You have three minutes. If you can’t come in that time, you have to stop and you don’t get to come tonight.”
Her eyes widened. “Sir…”
“The timer is starting right now. You better get to work.”
She hesitated. She’d never come that fast before. Or maybe she had when she’d been with him. Alone? Never.
“Libby…” he warned.
She leaned back, closed her eyes, and stroked her clit. She was so aroused that even that slight touch informed her she just might win this challenge. She held the hood back with one hand, gathered her wetness with the other, and rubbed her clit, flicking it and pinching it. She imagined her fingers were his the entire time.
God, it felt so good. She lost track of time, but flinched when he spoke. “One minute left, baby girl. Come for me. Show me how turned on you are.”
Her clit swelled further at his words, and she picked up the pace, biting into her lower lip and squeezing her eyes tighter. So close. So damn close. Her ears started ringing as she reached higher. Her legs stiffened. She gasped when she reached the peak and finally went over the edge.
Panting, she kept rubbing herself through the waves of pleasure, not opening her eyes until she was finally too sensitive to continue.
She blinked at Jason. He was smiling. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Thank you, Sir.” She picked up the phone with shaking hands and rolled onto her side, holding the cell so that he only saw her face now. With her free hand, she pulled the bullet out of her and turned it off. She dragged her knees up toward her chest, squeezing them together.
“You’re exquisite, little one.”
She smiled at him. “That was so hot.”
“Not as good as having you in my bed, but a close second.”
“Yes.” She was still breathing heavily.
“You land tomorrow afternoon?” he asked. “What time can I expect you at my house?”
She winced. “You can’t. Not tomorrow. I have to go to my parents’ house for dinner.”
His face tightened slightly. “Ah. I see.”
She bit her lip. She wanted to apologize. She wanted to have the kind of parents who would welcome her bringing a date. Any date. Even a white date. But she didn’t. And saying anything to him would just make her sound lame.
“Come over afterward?” he asked, his eyelids lifting.
“Yes.” She smiled, blowing out a breath, relieved he wasn’t going to make a big deal out of this. “I’d love to.”
“Great. Don’t wear panties.” His eyes danced.
She giggled. “Of course not, Sir.” He didn’t look angry, but she knew she was pushing him every time the subject of her parents came up.
She watched as he inhaled slowly, his face morphing into a more serious expression. “Have any more roses come, Libby?”
She shook her head. “Not since the fourth one.”
He nodded, but his frustration was palpable. She’d done as he’d asked and gotten the florist’s information, and Jason had gone into the shop to speak to the manager. Unfortunately, all the roses were purchased over the phone using a prepaid Visa card. It had been difficult to pull that much information out of the manager, but Libby didn’t figure many people turned Jason down when he got in their space.
“Maybe whoever it is has given up,” she suggested, though she only half-believed those words herself. It was mind-boggling. She found herself frequently wracking her brain once again, trying to imagine who might be essentially stalking her.
The bummer was that she’d dated several men of her mother’s choosing lately, and though she’d felt no connection to any of them, she found it unlikely one of them was so into her that he was sending roses.
She closed her eyes against the shudder that shook her body. If one of her recent dates wanted to see her again, why didn’t he just text or call? How was it helpful to send anonymous roses?
“Libby…”
She smiled at the warning tone in Jason’s voice.
“Stop thinking about the roses, baby girl. I’m sorry I brought it up. Let it go from your mind now.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Sleep well, little one. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Good night, Sir.” She ended the call and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Shaking all thoughts of her anonymous suitor from her mind, she focused on Jason instead. She was really falling hard for this guy. What the hell am I going to do about my parents?
Chapter 15
Libby was exhausted when she arrived at her parents’ house. After working all day, the last thing she wanted to do was make nice with her mother. She’d much rather be at Jason’s house. Preferably naked and on her knees. Or handcuffed to his bed… Or over his knee…
She would find a way to get this dinner over with fast and get to his house.
She opened the front door warily, entered, and made her way through the front room toward the voices coming from the kitchen at the back of the house.
When she stepped inside, she froze. Her mother was at the stove stirring something. Her father was leaning against the island with a beer in his hand. And holy mother of God, Eddie was sitting on one of the bar stools.
Eddie was the first to spot her, and he beamed as he rose from the stool and came across the room toward her. “Hey there.” He leaned in close and kissed her cheek. “How was work?”
She blinked at him. What the hell was he doing at her parents’ house and why was he acting like they were a couple and she’d known he would be here?
“Hey, honey,” her mother tossed over her shoulder as she continued to stir. “Fun surprise, huh? I knew you’d been working a lot of hours lately, and I hated imposing on a night you could have been on a date, so I invited Eduardo.” She turned around, smiling wide as if she’d just pulled off the best surprise party ever. “This way, your father and I get to spend some time with you, and you’re not even missing out on a date night.” She clapped her hands together with incredible satisfaction.
Eddie looked quite pleased also. “I was so glad your mother called. I told her our schedules haven’t meshed lately. I assume you’ve gotten my roses though?” Was he smirking?
Surely she was imagining things. She sta
red at him, unable to imagine what she might say next.
Her father came to her side and kissed her forehead. “Good to see you, Libby.”
Her mom turned back to stirring, speaking again over her shoulder. “Libby, would you mind taking the bread to the dining room? The stew is almost ready. I’ll bring it in soon.”
Has the entire world gone mad? Did anyone in the room realize she had yet to speak?
Libby’s father handed her a basket filled with steaming bread and waved her toward the dining room with a wink. As if he was conspiring to give her time alone with Eddie.
Yep. The world’s gone mad.
Libby felt like she was out of her body as she shuffled to the dining room, breadbasket in one hand, Eddie right behind her. She was also furious, both with her mother and with Eddie. How dare he think this would be appropriate.
He set his palm on her lower back, making her shudder as she dropped the bread on the table. “Sorry I haven’t called. I was out of town for several days, and I knew you were working a busy schedule.”
She spun around fast and took a step back to get his hand off her. “I didn’t expect you to call at all. I thought we agreed we didn’t really have chemistry.” They had discussed this. Using those words. She’d learned to be careful with the men she dated. If it wasn’t going to work, she made that clear the moment they dropped her off. She didn’t like to lead people on. It was one thing to date a string of men her mother set her up with, but there was no way she was going to go out with someone twice if she wasn’t feeling it.
Eddie waved a hand through the air, dismissing her comment. “We only went on the one date. I thought it went well. We hardly got the chance to get to know each other in the noisy bar.”
It hadn’t been just noisy. Eddie had brought her to a birthday party for one of his friends. She hadn’t known a single person there. It was kind of rude for a first date. And she’d found him to be presumptuous and cocky as fuck.
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