“Fuck,” Jed moaned, the word low and guttural and thick with need.
She smiled, bunched the shimmery material into a ball, and tossed it to him.
“How’s that?”
He caught it, but only, Chloe suspected, by sheer reflex. He was too busy devouring what she’d revealed to him with his eyes. “That’s—”
“If you say all right,” she pointed a finger at him, “I will tie you up and spank you.”
“All right.”
She shook her head. “Oh, you are in so much—”
Jed destroyed the distance between them.
His lips took possession of hers, his hands buried into the wild mess of curls that was her hair.
She moaned her approval, the sound becoming a whimper as he pressed her to the doorjamb, the very impressive bulge in his jeans rubbing against the smooth curve of her sex with insistent pressure.
She rolled her hips and deepened the kiss, reveling in the thick steel of his erection.
He groaned into her mouth, one hand grabbing at her butt cheek to squeeze with ungentle urgency, the other smoothing up her rib cage to cup her breast.
Hot, tight need speared into her core and she arched into his touch, seeking out the button of his jeans with shaking fingers.
It popped open at her touch, no doubt helped by the force of his massive erection pushing against it.
Moaning in happiness and pure lust, she slipped her hand into his open jeans and wrapped her fingers around his length. His flesh was hot against her palm. It delighted her he wasn’t wearing boxers or briefs. Commando all the way, baby.
A raw growl vibrated through him at her touch and he tore his lips from hers. “Tell me, Chloe,” he ground out, face hovering but an inch from hers, his ragged breath hot on her moist lips. “Am I here because you’re rebelling against your father and brother? Or am I here because you really want me to fuck you?”
She gazed up into his eyes, her heart a crazy hammer in her throat. In her hand, his engorged cock pulsed. “Does it matter?”
An unreadable tension filled his eyes. His jaw bunched. “I can’t believe I’m saying this,” he said, confusion scratching at the words, “but it does.”
Chloe grew still at his answer. Her heart, already wild, thumped harder and faster. She swallowed, searching his eyes for…for…
What?
Something to show he was kidding?
What had started four years ago as a piqued sexual interest—before transforming into a rebellious sexual longing—for Jed due to her father’s recommendation she stay away from him, had become something far more complex as the years passed.
Something that influenced not only the music she listened to, but also the music she played, the music she wrote. Something that influenced her work.
The biggest response she’d ever received from an audience had been the night she’d played Jed’s first Number One hit, ‘Storm Clouds’ during the encore of a concert in London. It had been totally unplanned.
They’d both been in the city at the same time. She’d known where he was staying, and she suspected he’d known where she was staying.
They’d spent four years doing things that way: appearing in cities the other one was in; eating at restaurants on opposite sides of the street from each other; leaving parties as the other arrived.
The night of the encore performance in London, she’d planned to play her father’s mega-hit ‘Whispers in the Night’ to end the concert. Instead, on utter impulse, she’d played ‘Storm Clouds’.
The audience had gone wild. She’d looked up during the crescendo and found Jed in the second row. There. Watching her. Their eyes had connected. She’d damn near had an orgasm right then. She’d killed her favourite bow.
When the piece had ended and the standing ovation had calmed down, Jed had been gone.
That had been two years ago. Nick had called fifteen minutes after she’d left the stage and asked her if there was something going on between her and Jed.
She’d answered no.
He’d responded with good.
That night, she’d masturbated herself to four mind-blowing orgasms to Jed’s album, thinking of him.
Had that raw power, that raw passion, been because of her father’s disapproval?
Was everything she felt for Jed, the lust, the desire to sexually enslave him, to make him hers—if only for one wild night—born from Nick’s wish that she stay away from him?
Or was it something more?
Something neither of them could fight?
Something beyond rebellious desire? Beyond carnal want?
Chemistry?
“Has my father threatened to destroy you if you come near me?” she asked, studying his eyes.
“He has.”
“And yet, you’re here now?”
Jed drew his face closer to hers. “I’ve fought it for too fucking long, Chloe. I can’t fight it anymore. If my career dies after this, so be it. But I’ve wanted you, on every level, since the second I first saw you.”
Chloe’s breath caught in her tight throat. An invisible band wrapped her chest. Her tummy knotted.
“But,” he went on, his voice almost a whisper, his fist in her hair relaxing…a little, “before I lose myself to you, I need to know. Am I here because you want to piss off your father, or am I here because you want me to make you moan my name in pleasure?”
“My father has no fucking clue you’re here, Jed,” she answered truthfully. “And until the day you ask me to marry you, he never has to know.”
His eyebrow lifted at her words. His lips twitched. Delight danced in his eyes, along with a hunger she recognized as equal to her own. “In that case…”
He crushed her lips with his.
She kissed him back, rubbing her palm up and down the length of his erection.
He growled into her mouth, snared her wrist in a tight grip, and yanked her hand free of his cock. Slammed her wrist to the doorjamb above her head and deepened the kiss.
A gasp tore from her throat. Hot excitement shot through her. Her pussy throbbed. Maybe he was naughtier than she’d thought.
Holding her wrist harder to the doorframe, he moved his lips to her jaw, his other hand capturing her breast as he ground his erection to the curve of her sex.
She rolled her head, eager for the bruising suction on the side of her throat she suspected he was about to give her. She wanted him to brand her. Wanted him to mark her as his.
Instead, he scored a line of nipping bites up to her ear. Teased her earlobe for a moment with his teeth.
Chloe squirmed, an impatient want thrumming through her. Thrusting her hips forward, she pressed her pussy against the underside of his rigid length, fisted her hand in his hair, and yanked his head backward.
“I don’t want to play coy, Jed,” she said, holding his stare.
His chest swelled with a ragged breath. “What do you want then, Chloe?”
For an answer, she released his hair and shoved her hand down his jeans, closing her fingers around his cock again. “This. Slamming into me as hard as it can. Think you can do that?”
Another choppy breath fell from him. That animalistic hunger flared in his eyes once more.
“I can do that,” he said, his grip on her wrist tightening.
“Then hurry the fuck—”
She didn’t finish. Without warning, Jed pulled her wrist from the doorframe and in one fluid move, slung her over his shoulder, caveman style.
Chloe squealed, the sound splintering into giggles of surprised delight.
Wordlessly, Jed crossed to the massive bed and flung her onto it.
She landed on the soft mattress with a clicking of teeth and a very undignified and far-from-sexy oof. Jed didn’t seem to mind. Before she could settle herself, he yanked her hot pants from her body, grabbed her ankles, and pushed her legs wide.
Liquid heat pooled in her pussy at the rough play. She let out a gasping laugh. And then a strangled moan as he
suddenly bent at the waist and ran his tongue up the length of her seam.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” she panted, arching her spine at the exquisite pleasure radiating through her. “That’s what I want you to—”
He shoved himself off the bed and strode away.
Just like that.
Out of the bedroom. Into the suite’s opulent bathroom.
“Hey,” she protested. “What the fuck?”
His low laughter floated back to her from the other room. “Haven’t you heard about the joys of delayed gratification, Ms. Blackthorne?”
“Haven’t you heard about the wrath of a woman scorned, Mr. Brody?”
He appeared in the bathroom’s doorway to lean against the frame, and for a split second Chloe forgot how to breathe.
Fuck, he was stunning.
He’d removed his shirt to reveal an upper body so sublime in its muscular perfection, her mouth filled with saliva and her pussy flooded with moisture. She devoured the beauty of his physical strength with an unabashed, greedy gaze.
Ink marked his smooth, bronzed skin; two very distinct tattoos. On his right pec was an intricate spider web with a redback spider so realistic, for a surreal moment, Chloe’s brain thought it was really there.
The other tat ran down the length of his left ribs and side: an ornate steel cross that seemed to be both bleeding and tearing free of his flesh.
Chloe licked her lips, something dark and wanton stirring in her at the sight of the artwork.
“Wow,” she murmured, shifting onto her knees on the bed as she continued her open inspection. “Wow.”
His cock jutted up from his open fly, thicker and larger than it had felt, its bulbous head resting against the flat plane of his stomach. From where she admired him, she could see a tiny bead of pre-come anointed its tip.
She wanted nothing more than to lick that bead away. To taste his desire as he had just tasted hers.
Smoothing a hand over the sculpted beauty of his abs, Jed levered off the doorjamb and turned away from her. “You are far from a woman scorned, Chloe,” he threw over his shoulder.
She caught a glimpse of another tattoo—a massive pair of what looked like beaten and bloody angel wings covering the broad expanse of his back—and then he disappeared from her sight again.
THREE
Jed counted to ten.
On the tenth second, she strutted into the bathroom. Glared at him. “Ahem? You’re doing what in here, exactly?”
He grinned, crossing to where she stood in the doorway, one eyebrow arched, hands rammed to the delicious curve of her hips. “Seeing how much you want me,” he answered, lowering his face to hers. Close enough her warm breath fanned his parted lips.
“Are we power-playing, Mr. Brody?” she asked without moving.
“Maybe.”
“In that case…” She dropped to her knees before his brain could register what she was doing. His brain—and his body—had no difficulty at all registering what she was doing on her knees, though. The second her fingers wrapped the girth of his cock, his brain told him exactly what she was doing.
When her lips closed around his cock, however, just below the rim of his head, his brain stopped working and his body took over.
Pleasure rushed through him, hot and overwhelming. He threw back his head and groaned, the sound raw and thick in his throat.
Chloe hummed around his dick, the vibrations detonating fresh pleasure in his groin. He groaned again, tangling his fingers in the wild mane of her hair, eyes closing. His knees shook. His balls throbbed.
With a sucking pop, she pulled the tight seal of her lips free of his cock.
“Fuck,” he protested, dropping his gaze down to her upturned face. “Don’t stop.”
“Say, ‘you win, Chloe’, and I won’t.”
His balls throbbed at the deviltry in her voice and her eyes. Her lips curled in a grin sexier than any other he’d seen.
“Do you always get your way?”
“Hell, yeah. I’m the spoilt daughter of a mega star with ridiculous amounts of money. Of course I always get my way.”
He breathed out a low laugh. “That’s something we’ll have to work on then.”
She drew her head closer to his erect cock and licked a line from balls to tip. Fresh pleasure filled his body.
“But later,” he groaned, balling his fists tighter in her hair. “After the wedding. For now, you win. Now fucking suck my—”
His command dissolved into a hitching moan as she reclaimed his dick with her mouth, plunging all the way down to its very root.
“Holy fuck.” He rolled his hips, driving his length deeper into the hot suction. “That feels incredible.”
Tugging at his open jeans, she inched them down his hips and then smoothed her hands over his butt cheeks, squeezing both as she slowly slid her lips back up the length of his erection.
At the ridge of his cock head, she stopped, flicked her tongue over his flesh, and then plunged down again.
Jed thrust into her as she did, the action beyond thought.
When she moved one hand to the root of his dick and the other to the crevice of his backside, he tightened his grip in her hair and pulled her away.
“I’ve changed my mind,” he said, unable to stop his smile at her pout. “I win.”
“What?” she asked, fingertips inching closer and closer to the puckered hole of his anus.
“You.”
She laughed. “Maybe. Maybe not. I’ll let you know after you’ve made me come. If it’s not a multiple orgasm the first time, the wedding’s off.”
He shifted his hand in her hair, getting a better fistful of the cool strands. “Have you picked out a dress yet?”
“Dress?” A grin curled her lips and she traced a finger over his anus. Concentrated pleasure licked through him at the brief contact. “I thought we’d get married naked on the beach.”
“Sounds perfect,” he answered, fighting the need to slam his cock back into her sweet, hot mouth and fuck her face.
“As perfect as this fucking hot cock,” she answered.
Jed bit back a groan, his head swimming not only at her declaration but at the wicked sensation of her finger on his back entry.
She took him in her mouth again, sucking him all the way to his balls. His cock pressed at the back of her throat and then he was going deeper. Deeper.
He closed his eyes, his control fraying as wave after wave of intense pleasure flooded him.
He was going to come if she didn’t stop.
Jesus, he didn’t want to come yet.
Not yet. He wanted to make her come multiple times before he finally blew his load. He wanted to hear her scream his name, wanted her to gouge his back with her nails, wanted her to come all over his face as he buried his tongue in her pussy.
A fresh wave of hungry pleasure rushed through him at the thought and, on the brink of losing it completely, he jerked backward.
His cock popped from her mouth, her teeth scraping against its distended rim as it did so. Pain threaded the pleasure consuming him but, instead of dampening his need to erupt, it intensified it.
Fuck.
Grabbing at his length, he squeezed the base with punishing fingers, his stare on Chloe’s face.
She sat back on her haunches, lips twitching even as her eyes smoldered. “That close?”
He breathed out a shaky laugh. “You have no idea.”
She studied him for a second, the playful smile on her lips fading.
“What?” he asked, his heart thumping fast. “You realized you’re about to bang an old bastard with staying issues?”
“You’re eight years older than me,” she said, her expression enigmatic. “Which makes you thirty-three. And I was deep-throating you. After four years of foreplay, I think you’re allowed to have ‘staying issues’.”
Still squeezing his erection, its swollen length throbbing in his hand, Jed frowned. “So what’s with the face?”
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p; Her smile returned. “I just realized how fucking honest you are.”
“Is that a problem?”
She shook her head. “Uncommon. And unexpected, but not a problem at all.”
He regarded her, not sure what to say. Truth be known, nothing so far, except his overwhelming desire for her, was what he’d expected either. He’d thought he’d arrive, they’d fuck like rabbits, maybe crash on the bed for a bit, and then he’d sneak out while she was asleep with a promise to himself to call her later. Or she’d kick him out after they’d done the deed, both of them sated and ready to move on.
He hadn’t expected the fun flirtation between them, the conversation, or the playful interaction.
Hadn’t expected it, but fucking loved it.
It did, however, come with its own set of complications. Like the fact he was seriously imagining what it would be like to be married to her, how incredible life would be waking every day knowing she was his wife.
A heavy pressure wrapped his chest at the thought. His cock throbbed in the viselike prison of his hand.
Swallowing, he watched Chloe rise to her feet. The need to come had subsided, but not his aching need to be inside her, to make her come. In fact, his cock was getting harder with every thump of his heart.
“Chloe…” Her name fell from him in a rasping breath. He had no clue what he was going to say next.
Marry me?
“I…”
She closed the distance between them, slid her hands up his chest, the back of his neck, to comb her fingers in the hair at his nape. “You’re not at all what my father thinks you are—are you?”
His body reacted to her touch. His breath quickened. At the feel of her lower tummy rubbing against his knuckles, his head swam. “If he thinks I’m a wanker, no,” he murmured back, releasing his cock to smooth his hands over her hips. The curve of her pussy nestled against his groin in a caress so delicious, he wanted to groan. “If he thinks I’m the second coming of rock stars, then yeah, he’s right.”
She closed her eyes at his ridiculous attempt at humour. Shook her head. “Ah fuck. You really are so very…”
Trailing off, she opened her eyes and looked up at him, pressing her body closer to his still.
“Really are so very what?”
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