by Mandi Beck
“You’ve been teasing me since the moment you opened the door tonight looking like sin. You know that, right?” Jasper rasps out.
“I have?”
“Aye. Ya have.” With each of his steps forward I take one back. I’m not sure why. Him giving this little bit of chase excites me though. Like a lion stalking his prey. When my back hits one of the racks behind me, he grins slyly. “Now where you gonna go, love?”
“Nowhere.” Is that my voice? All breathy. He hasn’t even touched me yet. But I know what he’s capable of. The pleasure he can bring me to.
“Good girl.”
Without breaking eye contact, he runs a hand from the curve of my knee up the back of my thigh. “I’ve been wondering all night what you have on underneath here.” When his hand skims over my bare ass his eyes close briefly. “Told ya. Dressed for sin.” His bright blue eyes turn a color that has no name when his hand travels around my hip to dip into the front of my lace thong finding me wet. “Mmmm. Are you wet because you know I’m going to fuck you in here, where no one can walk in and find us while there’s a wedding going on out there, Fannin?”
His question swirls around in my mind the same as his finger does around my clit. Around and around making me stupid with lust. Need. I whimper when he stops his circling. “I asked you a question, love.” He nips my bottom lip, his beard tickling my mouth.
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” His finger slides through my wetness languidly, like we have all the time in the world. As if he’s toying with me.
“Yes to everything. But especially to you fucking me in here. Right now.” And I do mean right now because I’m about to come apart just from his fingers lightly grazing over all the places I want more of them.
I’m rewarded for my answer with two fingers inside of me, curling against that magic spot I think I’m going to name “Jasper.” I can’t hold back my moan when he alternates between scissoring and stroking.
“Shhhh, you’re gonna get us caught.” He’s not very convincing, especially because he repeats the same move, the one that made me moan to begin with. It’s enough to make me come, riding his fingers and biting my lip to keep from crying out like I want to. “Such a pretty thing,” Jasper murmurs.
I can feel his gaze on me as I shamelessly ride out my orgasm against his palm. On a sated, euphoric cloud, I slump back against the shelf, watching him from heavy eyes as he pulls his hand from under my skirt while the other releases him from his trousers, dropping them just enough to free his cock. Sliding the hand I just rode over himself, he coats his erection with my come. It’s enough to make me come again just watching. Seriously though, watching Jasper is like watching my very own in-the-flesh porn.
His head falls forward against my shoulder. Even as I can feel him stroking himself, he groans. “I don’t have a condom, love.”
“You mean you didn’t have this planned?” I tease, pushing him back, just enough for me to fall to my knees in front of him.
“Oh, I planned on fucking you. I just thought I’d be able to wait till we got back to your place.”
The last word falls off on a grunt as I take him into my mouth. Jasper’s hands immediately bury in my hair. I love that he loves my untamable tresses. I swirl and tease him with my tongue the same as he did with his skillful fingers. Over and under, up and down the length, cupping his balls, I take him in as far as I can, making him hiss. “Fanny, you’re going to make me come if you do that one more time. I can feel your throat close around my cock. Makes me want to explode.” With a fistful of hair, he pulls me back then guides me back down, at a slower pace than I had been going. I let him think he’s in charge for a couple passes, and then, with my hands on his ass, I pull him to me, gagging myself on his length. Jasper lets me do it twice before he lets out a litany of cuss words I’m not sure are English and gives me a tap to my cheek as warning. Not wanting to let up, I open wider and let him fuck my mouth. He’s gentle, yet not, as I can feel his cock swell and then burst. I swallow him down just like the other day. Another first for me and I like it. A lot. Once I’ve licked him clean, he helps me to my feet, straightening both of our clothes.
“You’re amazing, love, you know that? This mouth of yours was made for fucking,” He runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “And your lipstick isn’t even smeared.”
“Lipsense. It’s made for blowjobs I think.”
We both burst out laughing.
“Now that’s marketing I can get behind.”
I hear voices in the hall. “We better get back. I just want to grab my purse and then we can go.”
“Aye. I think it’s time.”
“Do you want to go to the bathroom and wash up?” I point down to his hand. The one that only minutes ago was covered in my lady juices.
“Nah. I think I’ll go find the groom. You know, shake his hand and congratulate him again.” He smiles devilishly. “Think he’ll recognize the smell of your pussy all over me?”
A strangled laugh slips past my lips. “Umm, probably not.”
“Only one way to find out. Come on, love.”
Porn. My very own Porn. Because who the fuck else would shake another man’s hand with come all over his fingers but a porn star? And just like that, I fall a little bit in love with Jasper James.
Chapter Sixteen
Jasper
I probably should have called first, but Fannin has been so busy this week and I wanted to surprise her. We’ve managed to see each other every night since the wedding, but there’s a private event at the Iron Flask tonight that I have to be there for. Now that the big day is behind us, I feel like we’re able to focus on more than getting through her step-sister’s wedding. The best thing to come out of that whole mess is Fannin and I. That and the bets we have going on how soon the happy couple will be divorced. Probably not in good taste, but it makes Fannin smile, and that’s all I care about.
Stepping off the elevator, I walk to where the receptionist downstairs told me to and come upon a waiting area.
“Hello. Jade, right? I’m Jasper, we’ve spoken on the phone a few times.”
Fannin’s secretary blushes a bit before nodding and stammering out, “Yes. Yes, of course. I remember.”
“Is she in?”
“Just got out of a meeting. Want me to buzz her?” She reaches for her phone.
“No. Can she take a lunch though? A quiet one?” I hold up the takeout in my hand.
“I’ll hold all her calls. Ms. McGuire doesn’t have another meeting for an hour.”
“Brilliant. Thank you, Jade.” I place the sack I brought for her and set in on her desk. “Hope you like curry.”
Crossing over to Fannin’s office I knock, not waiting for her to invite me in. She glances up from her desk, an annoyed frown on her face until she sees that it’s me.
“Hey you. I didn’t expect you.”
“Hey yourself. I’ve brought lunch.” Fannin smiles broadly. “Oh, good, I’m starving. I think I forgot breakfast.” She stands, clearing a place on her desk for us. She has on a navy dress with a deep vee in front and capped sleeves. The pencil skirt stopping just below her knees doesn’t make up for the sexy plunge of the bodice. Fannin McGuire is going to be the death of me.
“What did you bring? It smells amazing.” I place the bag on the space she’s made and walk around to stand in front of her. As naturally as if we’ve been doing this for years instead of weeks, she steps right into my arms, leaning into my embrace and waiting for the kiss she knows is coming.
“I brought you Thai,” I tell her before I cover her mouth with mine, loving when she becomes pliant with the touch.
Her hair is pulled back today and pinned, making my fingers itch to free it. Before I give in, I step back from her and help her back into her seat. Once she’s settled, I go back to the chair in front of her desk and begin pulling things out of the bag. “Jade said you just got out of a meeting. It went well, I hope?”
Fannin sighs, taking the plate I
offer her. “It would have been better if Adam weren’t back from his honeymoon. Who takes such a short honeymoon? And I swear he has something up his sleeve because he was super polite but in a condescending way. You know?”
“Aye. Like a proper cunt.”
“Yeah. Like that.” She smiles, spooning rice into her mouth.
“Aren’t you eating?” Fannin asks, pointing at my untouched food.
“Aye.” Watching me, she waits for more of an explanation.
“You’re eating Thai. I’m eating you.” She chokes slightly on her chicken. I hand her a water bottle from the bag at my feet. “You okay, love?”
“Did you just say that you were eating me for lunch?”
“I’ve been thinking about it all day and knew I wouldn’t see you tonight. Figured now would be the perfect time to pay you back for the wedding.” I lean back in my chair, feet planted wide and hands resting on my thighs.
“I’m pretty sure you’ve paid me back for that. Repeatedly.”
“Have I, now?”
“You have.” Her lips twitch as she fights a smile. “You know my secretary is right out that door, don’t you?
“Aye. I brought her lunch too. Figured that would keep her busy. Plus, I told her to hold your calls.”
“So you’re the boss now?”
“I like to think I’m in charge. Especially when it comes to your fanny.”
“My fanny?”
Shit. Cat’s out of the bag now.
Rising from my seat, I circle to her side of the desk, the windows at my back as I twirl her around. Kneeling, I wordlessly push the tight skirt up her thighs to reveal a black garter belt holding up her stockings. “For fuck’s sake, love.” With the dress now settled around her waist I take in the garters and sheer black knickers. “I meant it when I said you should come with a warning label,” I murmur. With a finger, I pull aside the garment, baring her already glistening pussy. “Always so wet for me.” I place a kiss right above her opening. “Where I’m from,” another kiss, this time closer, “this is called a ‘fanny.’” And another kiss even closer still.
“So you’ve been calling me pussy?” Fannin asks a little breathlessly.
“Aye.” Before she can think about saying anything else I swipe my tongue through her slit, and roll it over the sensitive flesh, using my beard just how I’ve learned that she likes. Latching on to her clit, I pull it in my mouth and release it with a pop. “Am I forgiven?” I look up at her from between her thighs, reveling in the blissful look on her face.
“You won’t be if you stop doing that before I come.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I chuckle, putting my mouth back on her and feasting as if she were my last meal.
I think I just fell in love with Fannin McGuire and her forgiving pussy.
***
After having Fannin for lunch, I take a cab back to the Iron Flask to get ready for the event that Fannin helped Theo arrange. A private tasting where they invited all of the nearby hotels and restaurants. Her plan was to have them feature an Iron Thistle whisky in their establishments to go along with our feature whisky night in house. The thinking behind it is that it will draw more traffic here to find out what else we have to offer. It was quite brilliant. Fannin is quite brilliant.
Letting myself into the office, I pull out the book to go over the barrels we have here ready to be tapped. The moment I flip it open, Theo stalks into the room.
“We have a problem mate. Well, you have a problem.”
“What are you getting on about, Theo?”
“Got a call from Lorna just now, apparently someone called the main offices in Scotland to let them know that there is some shady business dealings going on here with the help and the lady in charge of all the marketing. Lorna wanted to know who I was sleeping with.”
“Who the fuck called them?” I’m seething. Whoever it was is clearly trying to get Fannin fired. “That motherfucker,” I spit out. Knowing exactly who.
“The ex is my guess. He’s pissed I had him pulled off the account so he’s going above my head. To your ex.”
“Did you tell Lorna it wasn’t you shagging Fannin?” Not that I care what Lorna thinks. I have zero feelings left for her if I ever did. I just don’t want any backlash on Fannin, and Lorna has some pull with the company. She’s been an office manager there for a few years and she’s not quiet about the fact that she wants me back.
He nods solemnly making me groan. “She caught me off-guard. She knows it’s you and she’s not happy about it. Expect a call from Scotland later. I’m sorry, Jasper.”
“And Fannin?”
“Lorna wants me to have her taken off the account.” He raises his hand when I go to speak. “I told her it wasn’t going to happen. She’s not in charge of things here . . . or there for that matter. Again, she’s not happy.”
“I couldn’t care less about Lorna. I’m more concerned with Fannin. This promotion is important to her, and she’s busted her ass on it.”
Theo nods in agreement. “It’s time, mate.”
“Fuck!” Throwing down the pen in my grip, I curse again, getting no relief from the outburst. “Fuck.” Pacing in a tight circle, I stop in front of Theo. “Make the call.” He knows what I need. He’ll handle it. For now, I’ll let him while I handle Lorna.
Chapter Seventeen
Fannin
I’m just sitting at my desk after back-to-back meetings when there’s a tap on my door. I look up to find Noah there, his usual easygoing smile missing. “What’s the matter? Everything okay with Olivia and the baby?” I start to stand, but he waves me back down,
“Yeah, they’re fine. I just got a call from Theo over at the Iron Flask, and Rosita said someone from the whisky distillery in Scotland called and left a message for me. Apparently they’ve received a couple complaints from someone that there’s some fraternization going on that is inappropriate and a detriment to the deal we’ve got with the company. They’re worried about how it will affect our business dealings going forward. The CEO of Iron Thistle is on the way here now. “
“I am so sorry. I’ll take myself off the account if you want me to. This is too big for us to jeopardize.” Standing I pull my suit jacket on, ready to call a meeting to address the rest of the team. We can’t lose this deal. Especially not because of me dating the damn bartender of one of their bars. It’s ridiculous. “You know who did this though, right?”
Noah nods. “Of course I do. Theo made it clear that he didn’t want him on the account and I pulled him. Now he’s trying to make not only you but me and everything Olivia and I, our fathers, have built look bad. I won’t have it. Even if we have to take you off the account I won’t let him anywhere near it.”
“God, what a fucking prick.”
“Yes, he is. Let your secretary know to hold your calls, the CEO will be here in twenty minutes and I want to go over some stuff with you before that. We can’t lose this one.”
“I know. We won’t. I promise.” And I do. I know how important this account is.
Fifteen minutes later, Noah and I are poring over the files in front of us, all the info on Iron Thistle Whisky, all the progress I’ve made and my plans when Rosita walks in pushing a cart of drinks and snacks, my team and a smug-looking Adam behind her. I look at Noah, not sure why Adam is even here. I get a look letting me know that Noah asked him to be and try not to be too pissed off at my cousin.
“Thank you all for clearing your schedule for this meeting. We have about five minutes for me to get you up to speed before we get started.” He takes the cup that Rosita hands him, smiling at her fondly. She takes a seat in the corner to take minutes of the meeting, patting me on the shoulder on her way. She has a soft spot for me because of her even softer spot for Noah. “There have been some complaints brought to the attention of Iron Thistle Whisky, who as you know is the owner of the Iron Flask and all of the future bars, about Fannin’s relationship with one of their employees.”
Shelby rolls her eyes and
immediately comes to my defense.
“Noah, with all due respect, this is a waste of time. We all know who made that accusation and we all know why.” She glares at Adam who feigns innocence.
“Regardless that we know it was Cafferty,” Noah says, causing Adam to sit up a little straighter, “we’re meeting with the CEO any moment and we will conduct ourselves as the professionals that we are. Is that clear?” He glances around the table making sure we acknowledge his demand.
He takes a seat and crosses his ankle over his knee and points at Adam. “If we lose this account because of your little stunt, consider yourself fired.” Noah turns to me and lowers his voice so nobody else can hear, “You’re killing me with this one, you know that, right?”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“Is he worth it?” I ponder his question for all of five seconds.
“I think so.” Noah doesn’t let me off that easily
“Fannin, I would give up this whole company tomorrow for Olivia and not bat an eye. I’m not saying you should be willing to do the same so soon, but just make sure you’re picking the right battles, kiddo.” He nudges my shoulder playfully, lightening up the mood a bit, “guess I shouldn’t have skipped the wedding after all. Maybe if I’d have met him I could decide for you.”
My cousin winks and flips open the portfolio in front of him, “Okay, Theo will be coming with the CEO of Iron Thistle, Annis Hewat, who is also . . . oh, shit.”
“What? What ‘Oh, shit’?”
“Appears that Annis is also the owner.”
“Oh, shit.”
“It’s fine. We deal with billion dollar companies all the time. We just don’t make a habit of fucking their employees. We got this,” he tries to joke.
I’m not sure I believe him. I’m not sure he believes him. The CEO is one thing; I didn’t expect to have to face the owner over something so personal. Before I have any real time to panic Jade taps on the door.
“Your one o’clock is here.” She stands back to let them enter. Noah and I rise. I smile warmly when I see Theo walk in, looking a bit nervous. He gives me a small wave, his eyes not quite meeting mine. Great, this is just what I need, to have Theo be awkward towards me. I can’t dwell on that right now. Glancing away from him, I look back to the door just as Jasper is ducking in. My brows drawn, I look at him puzzled as I take in the tailored suit and yellow tie. I didn’t expect him to come as well, but I can’t say I’m not happy to see him. Typically seeing a handsome man in a suit doesn’t do much for me, it’s part of my day. But Jasper in a suit is a sight to behold. He’s just as sexy today as he was for the wedding in his tux. “Jasper, what are you doing here?” I ask, confused. And somewhat inappropriately aroused.