He was good. Entirely too good.
He ran his nose along the inside of my leg and I closed my eyes and let my mouth open on a sigh.
“What are you doing to me?” I asked breathlessly.
Pressing his warm lips to the inside of my thigh he groaned his appreciation. “I want you desperate for me.”
My head fell back when he continued the hot kisses on the insides of my legs. He was getting what he wanted. I could feel my heartbeat between my legs like it was begging and taunting already.
Reaching back, I dug my fingers into his hair and held him to me. And then he was turning me. I looked down into his eyes as he kneeled in front of me. It was awkward and amazing all at the same time to have such a demanding man on his knees in front of me.
A moan slipped from my lips when he began kissing my stomach, right above my panty line. I was so into it, I couldn’t even think to be embarrassed by my plain-Jane cotton panties.
Oxygen no longer seemed important. All that mattered was the throb inside my panties and his mouth, which was now pressed against my inner thigh. He kissed everywhere, but the place I wanted it most. I was desperate.
I pulled the back of his head to me and tried to move him where I wanted him to be.
“Sebastian,” I gasped.
Pulling away, he lowered his head and exhaled harshly before he stood and put his arms on my shoulders.
“Times up, sweetheart.”
His words were a splash of cold water. “What?” I said frazzled.
“You did well—a very un-virgin like performance.”
“But I didn’t… that wasn’t…”
He held a finger against my lips. “Be at the club tomorrow at noon. Don’t be late.” He placed a soft kiss on my cheek, his breath rustling the soft hair around my ear. “Goodnight, beautiful.”
I wanted to stop him. I should have stopped him and made him listen to me, but it was too late and I’m not sure he would have listened to me anyway.
I turned around as he adjusted his tie and put his jacket back on. The door opened and shut a few seconds later, and the tension in the room lifted.
Nine
Sebastian
“I hired a new waitress. You’d know that if you were here last night,” Vick said, filing papers in the cabinet in the corner of the room.
“I had business other than the club to attend to.”
She turned, putting her hand on her hip and peering over at me with a pissed off expression. “Jessica Rabbit business?”
Setting my pen down on the desk, I sighed and met her stare. “Vick, what the fuck’s your problem? “Seriously, what’s with all the bitchiness lately?”
Slamming the cabinet, she shook her head and marched from the room.
Sighing, I picked up my pen and started going over numbers again. I’d lost track of the time, so when the door opened again I was expecting it to be Vick.
It wasn’t. Jessica was standing there in a pair of cheap jeans and what was probably her second best shirt. She was too beautiful to wear such shitty clothes—something I planned to remedy as soon as things were in working order between us.
“Didn’t your mother ever teach you to knock?”
Her sweet face clouded over before her eyes turned red with anger and her cheeks flushed.
“Don’t ever talk about my mother,” she bit off.
Her words were abrupt and to the point. Her anger evident in the tightness of her mouth. She was like a baby kitten ready to claw my face off.
There was more to my Jessica, yet nothing I needed to know about. But family was something I understood—something I’d longed for as a boy. For that reason alone, I’d never mention her family again.
“Noted,” I said.
Her anger wasn’t something that would garner an apology from me.
“Sit,” I motioned to the chair in front of my desk.
Stepping forward, she moved around the chair and sat down crossing her arms. She still carried her resistance to me. I liked that. I appreciated the challenge she gave me.
“Ask me again,” I simply stated.
She frowned, confused. “Ask you what again?”
“Ask me again,” I repeated.
Leaning back in my chair, I let my eyes wander over her perky breasts in a very obvious manner. She licked her lips nervously and my cock started to grow.
“Does your offer still stand?” she asked hesitantly.
A grin tugged at the side of my mouth. “As a matter of fact, it does.”
I loved having so much control over the things in my life. Jessica wasn’t an exception.
Her eyes narrowed, and I waited to see whether or not she’d take the bait.
“So I guess I passed your little test then?”
I chuckled, “Oh no, sweetheart, that was just the beginning. I like my women a certain way, and you need to be…” I paused, thinking of the right words. “Tutored in the way I like my women.”