The Dirty Series 1(29)

Three steps down the hallway, and Bryce appears, rounding the corner almost too fast for me to avoid him.

“Cate!” he cries, grasping my shoulders and pulling me in to kiss both my cheeks. “You look terrible!”

I laugh out loud. He’s probably right. I grabbed just enough from the Closet to make it through the two days in LA, and I’m sure the bags under my eyes are too big to be covered by makeup. “It’s been a long week.”

“But you’re good to go. I just saw Sandra leaving. I’ll be out of here too, just as soon as I can get the final fitting on this outfit over with.” That explains the impatient seamstress.

“Don’t let me stop you!” I say, as quickly as I can without seeming rude. I do want to catch up with Bryce, but Jax is waiting.

“You owe me a coffee date,” he calls after me as I hurry down the hallway.

Pulling open the outer doors, I prepare to rush in and knock…but one of Jax’s inner doors is propped open already. He’s standing in the middle of his office, waiting, his mouth a thin line.

My heart pounds against my rib cage.

I step carefully into the room, and he moves behind me to close the door. The lock clicks into place.

We’re alone.

But instead of wrapping me in his arms like he did the last time, he steps around in front of me, his eyes hard and cold.

“Jax—I—”

“Mr. Hunter.” His tone is full of reprimand.

“Mr. Hunter…I wanted to talk about—”

He silences me by stepping forward, taking my face in his hands, and devouring my mouth with a kiss so hot I think I’ll melt right into the floor.

His lips crush into mine, his tongue explores my mouth, his hands are everywhere, on my waist, my breasts, the back of my neck. It lights every part of me on fire. The taste of him is pure sex, pure confidence, pure extravagance, and I want to taste him forever.

I moan into his mouth as he takes me in his arms, guiding me roughly until my back is pressed against the wall. One of his strong hands pins my wrists above my head, the other yanks my skirt up and rips my panties aside.

His mouth is still on me, nipping, licking the side of my neck, ravishing my lips.

When his fingers make contact with my folds I’m already soaked. He shoves two fingers inside, lowers his head to my ear. “Spread. Wider.”

I obey him without hesitation. What he’s doing to me is rough and hot and I can’t get enough.

He brings me right to the edge and then without a second to catch my breath sends me tumbling over, coming so hard on his fingers my vision blacks out.

Then, abruptly, he pulls his hand away and steps back, licking my juices from his fingers without breaking eye contact.

“We can stop meeting right now.” His voice doesn’t have a hint of a question.

And even in this moment, my muscles quaking from my explosive orgasm, my heart bursting with how much I want him, I can’t let go of the risk.”

My voice is a choked whisper. “I don’t know.”

He steps closer, the manly scent of him filling my lungs. “If you’re not here tomorrow, I’ll consider our agreement void.”

Then he’s gone.





Chapter Twenty-One





Jax



I force myself to walk away from Cate without looking back, but my stomach is in knots, my thoughts roiling in my brain.

She’s so unbelievably fucking sweet…and so dirty, so hot for me that even though she’s terrified of getting fired she still can’t help herself. She still comes to the meetings and lets me pin her up against the wall and finger-fuck her until she explodes against my fingers.

You’re falling for her.

I shove the thought out of my head. Even if it’s true.

Especially because it’s true.

What I feel for Cate cannot be allowed to cloud my judgment.

At the same time, I can’t stop seeing her. Something in me demands it.

That’s exactly why we have the arrangement we do.

Thirty minutes.

Four weeks.

Four walls.

An end date with no exceptions.

The second you start making exceptions and ceding power, you’re setting yourself up for a fall.

I won’t even entertain the thought of makeup meetings for the two she missed while she was in LA. I won’t show her that kind of weakness. Not now, not ever.

Now that I’ve given her a perfectly clear idea of what she’ll be missing if she ends this now, before the month is up, there’s something else I need to do.

Prove to myself that when this is over, I’ll be able to go back to the person I was before. Wining and dining and fucking without a care in the world.

As Peter steers the car through the New York City streets, I ignore the activity on the sidewalks around me and pull out my phone.