“You’re so damn sexy, Goldie. Even though you’re not supposed to be traveling over here, I’m so fucking glad you did because I’ve been dreaming of these perfect tits,” he said into my ear as his hands cupped my breasts and toyed with my nipples. “These nipples have been haunting me. I’ve been wanting to squeeze them for a couple of days now.”

My lungs burned as I tried to suck in air from the onslaught of emotions he pulled from me in such a short amount of time.

The slickness of my core rang out, begging for him to let me lower myself. I could feel every last pulse in my pussy as he spoke to me and felt my body with those unyielding hands.

“Jett…” I groaned.

“Patience,” he murmured, once again using his go-to word. Fuck patience, I wanted him to slam into me with all the power he had in his body.

“My legs are getting tired,” I admitted, feeling my butt drop lower and lower each second.

“Well, we can’t have that, now can we?” His hand pressed against my crotch and pushed my lower half down. My ass enclosed over his rigid cock and I broke out in a cold sweat while I waited for him to move his cock into position.

“I don’t know if you deserve my cock today.”

“I do,” I said breathlessly.

“How so? I heard that you watched Diego’s act when you weren’t’ supposed to. He’s very sensitive about them right now and doesn’t appreciate an audience.”

“He doesn’t or you don’t?” I asked, mentally slapping myself for starting controversy.

His hand tweaked my nipple and I screamed out loud from the pleasure that ran through my body.

“Don’t question me, little one. Another comment like that and I’ll be leaving this room, taking your orgasm with me.”

Now that would be the worst idea ever so I kept my mouth shut.

“Tell me, what did you do today to deserve my cock?”

I racked my brain to think of something good, something that would guarantee me a good pussy pounding but nothing was coming to mind. My brain went blank and I blamed it on the man who was underneath me, breathing into my ear, making me forget everything I did today, even my fucking name.

“Honestly, I can’t think of anything because you have my gut and mind all twisted together from the way your breath caresses against my skin. You make my heart beat faster and my brain slow down, Jett. There is no stopping it when you’re around me.”

He hummed in my ear and said, “Good answer, little one.”

His hand slid down my side and lifted me up temporarily so he could grab his cock and slide it into me. With the first touch that caressed me, I moaned and flew my head back to find his lips attacking mine at the same time. His hand ran down my stomach and started to massage my clit as his tongue danced with mine.

He filled me perfectly but he didn’t move his hips, he just played me like a damn instrument instead. His body heat filled my senses and turned me warm to my very core. He was intoxicating and I couldn’t get enough of him.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured as he moved his spare hand across my breasts. “Press against the bottom of the chair, little one, and start moving me in and out of you.”

I used my leverage against the chair to thrust my hips and it was so fucking good. Too fucking good. My back arched as I pumped myself and set a pace that was going to get me off in seconds from the pressure of his cock and the way his finger ran against my clit.

“Oh, Jett,” I groaned. My hands wrapped around the back of his neck, giving me more leverage and letting me pump harder. His chest tightened under me, letting me know that he was just as close as I was.

His breathing became heavy and his lips were kissing me now on my shoulder, nibbling on me.

A burning sensation started at the pit of my belly and every last nerve ending I had fluttered with a blinding sensation that traveled from my toes to my pussy.

“Jett!” I screamed as I fell over the edge and pounded up and down on top of him. His hands left their stations and gripped my hips. His head flew forward and he bit down on my shoulder as his body tensed and he groaned out his pleasure while rapidly moving my hips up and down.

When he released my shoulder, he lowered his head and I lowered my body over his. His arms wrapped around my waist, not breaking our most intimate connection. His lips found my temple and kissed it lightly.

“It’s always so fucking perfect with you, Goldie. No matter what I do, it’s always so goddamn perfect.”

He gathered me up in his arms and brought me over to the bench where there was a robe for me. He cleaned me up quickly and then looked up at me with the robe in his hands. He was about to put it on when his brow creased and he dropped the robe. His hand went to my shoulder and he said, “Did I bite you?”

A little giggle popped out of my mouth. “You kind of did.”

“Jesus, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” He rubbed my shoulder and examined his bite mark. “God, I don’t remember doing that at all.”

“I’m fine. I actually kind of liked it.”

“You did?” he asked all cute-like.

“I did. It turned me on, not that I needed to be anymore turned on than I already was.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He smiled lazily at me as he grabbed the robe and wrapped me up in it. He grabbed one for himself as well and walked me to the door of the Bourbon Room.

“Are you going to send me back to Diego’s?” I asked as he grabbed my clothes and tucked them under his arm.

“No, little one. Now that you’re here, there is no way you’re going back until the sun comes up. You’re mine for the night. We’re going to your room. I need to feel your skin against mine as we fall asleep. You’ve turned me into an insomniac when you’re not around. I need some sleep.”

“Sleep sounds nice, as long as you’re wrapped around me.”

“As long as you don’t start dreaming about panty-eating dinosaurs and are able to sleep like a normal human, I don’t think we have a problem with me wrapping my arms around you.” He smiled down at me.

I stroked his cheek and gave him a kiss. “You’re such a smart ass but I love this side of you. It’s refreshing.”

“Refreshing?”

“You know…” I puffed my chest out and stood tall, “I’m Jett Colby and I’m serious and can eye- fuck a girl to orgasm,” I said in a deep, horrible southern voice.

He laughed, the most glorious laugh ever and then said, “Fuck, I hope I don’t sound like that.”

“Well, something close to that,” I teased as we walked down to my room.

It was moments like this that my defiance came with great reward. I wasn’t supposed to visit him and even though I did, I was greeted with a warm and loving Jett. It made my hope for what we were going through grow stronger. He wasn’t pushing me away, he really was trying to protect me.

Chapter Thirty

“Hold On”

Jett

The smell of coffee permeated my office walls as I looked over a couple of bid options my lawyer put together for Lot 17. Everything was coming together and I felt confident in the proposals we had on the table. I had my lawyer put a couple bids together just in case after the Mayor’s Ball I found something out that needed to be addressed in the proposal. Right now, we accounted for every little thing that could go astray and wrote up a proposal for each. They were due the day after the Mayor’s Ball so we had to be prepared.

I couldn’t wait for all this bullshit to be over and to get Goldie back in my arms. Last night…fuck last night was amazing. After we played around in the Bourbon Room, we went back to her room and I held on to her until the middle of the night, she woke me up with the stroke of her hand against my erection which I had no clue I had until she brought my attention to it. I reprimanded her in a good way for not asking permission first and wound up tying her to her bed, making her scream until her voice went hoarse. She then passed out in my arms and was able to contain her crazy sleeping habits and wake up with her head resting on my shoulder. Our blankets might have been swirled around into a rat’s nest in the middle of the night but she stayed in my arms.