“Ooh, are you going to spank me? Maybe you are a little ‘Fifty Shades’ after all.”
The waitress snorts and hurries off as he rolls his gorgeous dark eyes. “I have no idea what ‘Fifty Shades’ is and no, I’m not going to ‘spank’ you. Back to the example.”
My blood buzzes. I have the perfect example. I sit back in my chair and slip my feet from my heels. “Alright, I can give you an example.”
I stretch my legs out in front of me, until I feel the chair between his legs. Then, I push further, until the tips of my toes graze his cock through his slacks. His dark, beautiful eyes widen and he clears his throat. Deep down, I take pleasure in his obvious uneasiness. He reaches for his stemmed glass of water and draws it to his mouth. I watch as the condensation runs down the glass and trickles onto the stem.
“Alix—” He warns, before taking another nervous sip of his water.
“Jesse,” I say, cutting him off. “I want you to fuck me with your big cock. Properly this time.”
Right on cue, he chokes on the water and the wine glass, somehow, slips from his fingertips before pouring over the table and into his lap. He knew I was going to say it. He asked for the example. I bite down on my bottom lip, trying desperately not to laugh as he snatches my ankle and pushes it off his growing erection. A subtle blush flares across his cheeks and, shit, it’s the most adorable thing I’ve seen since high school. How can this grown ass man be so shy? He’s fucking hot, and between his legs, he carries the sexiest penis I’ve ever seen. He should be conquering women. He should be making them fall to their knees in front of him. Instead, he remains a perfect gentleman.
“Are you kidding me?” He hisses under his breath.
He’s mad, obviously, and I can’t help but find it amusing. If he wasn’t so… uptight, this could’ve been avoided.
“Hey, you asked for it. It’s not my fault you can’t handle it.”
“Get up.” He orders as he pats down his slack with napkins.
I slip my foot back into my heel and grab my clutch. “Where are we going?”
Jesse pushes himself to his feet and continues to swipe at his crotch. It’s quite the scene, and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip to keep from laughing.
“I’m not about to eat lunch with a wet lap. I need to change.”
“Okay, so we’ll go to my house.” I offer.
“Oh, no.” He shakes his head and points an accusing finger in my direction. I want to bite it. “I’m not going to your house—to be alone with you. You said two lunches, two dinners and then the orgasm. That’s the order we’re going to do it in.”
Beside us, an older couple gasp and clutch their pearls… or they would be clutching their pearls if they were wearing any. In this case, they’re fine golden chains.
It’s in this moment I realize just how stressed out Jesse is. He gets worked up over situations that really aren’t that bad. He’s overworked and overtired and is clearly lacking in the sexual experience department. Has he even had a life outside of the hotels? Has he ever just let go and not cared?
“I was only offering a simple lunch, Jesse. No busy restaurant. No weird and expensive French food… and no random people staring at your soaking crotch while you shout and embarrass yourself.”
You know, I never feel more of a sexual deviant than I do when he’s around. He acts as though he’s afraid I’ll jump him at any second. I don’t know how many times I have to tell him I’m not eager to saddle up to that horse either.
After a quick glance around the silent restaurant, he nods ever so subtly. “Alright, we’ll go to your house, but we’re taking my car.”
I shrug and nod. “Suits me,” I tell him. “I don’t even have a car.”
Chapter Five
Jesse
“How do you not own a car?” I ask her, completely bewildered.
Everyone has a car, right? I couldn’t survive without mine. I’m always in it, always driving from town to town—city to city. I love driving. I love getting behind the wheel, turning my music on and thinking about something other than hotels. My car is my own little safe haven… away from the shit I don’t want to deal with.
Alix shrugs her shoulders as she bounces along next to me, trying desperately to keep up. I slow my long strides into a relaxed pace as we follow the sidewalk towards the underground parking lot at the end of the plaza.
“I’ve never needed one. I mean, I have my license, but I never went out of my way to buy a car. Besides, I live close enough to work so I catch taxis or ride the bus.”