"And yours, evidently," I muttered, just barely able to get the comeback out, while reaching out for the glass as he handed it to me.
His other hand covered the top of mine before I could withdraw. He held me in place with his smoldering gaze. The tips of my fingers and toes caught fire, the heat slowly seeping into the rest of me, spreading like a wild fire. The breath hitched in my throat when he opened his mouth to speak again.
"What can I say? You make me something no other woman does," he said, interlacing our fingers seamlessly, like it was his right.
While the table seemed to serve as an acceptable means of distancing him from me and keeping me safe, somehow it was a mirage. A lie. I imagined myself already curled up in his lap. Drawing closer to his soft, kissable lips.
Fucking stop acting like a bitch in heat.
"What? Blue balled? Angry?" I asked, with pseudo bravado, as I continued to be entranced by the way he played with my fingers.
The longer he touched me, the more frustrated my pussy got. My thighs rubbed against each other, my wanton cunt dampening my panties.
"No, well yes," he admitted with a playful snigger. "But also curious." He pulled on my hand and my face drew closer to his as though he were pulling my strings like I was his puppet. "Who the fuck are you, Brianna? How do I make you mine?"
With my heart in my throat, just for a second there, I thought he was calling me out. That somehow he knew I wasn't Brianna. I rose anyway, desperate to be closer to him. When he got up too, sharing my desire, I breathed a sigh of relief.
His? What the fuck did that mean? He meant for the night, right?
Didn't matter. No time for this. Freshly out of a long term relationship. No fuck boys. No one night stands. That just was not me.
A small voice in the back of my head said why the fuck not? Look where playing the good girl got you. Single. Jobless. About to enter your thirties with nothing to show for it.
"I'm afraid your curiosity screwed you this time, Mr. Hunter," I said, letting him lead me over to his side of the table by the hand. "Along with your chance to screw me."
Was I flirting or rebuffing him? Who the fuck knew anymore? Damn, his eyes were beautiful. I stared so hard into them I was afraid I'd fall right into the sea staring back at me. He was just as captivated by what he saw.
"Agreed," he said, closing the distance between us. "My interest is far too piqued for just a one and done anyway."
With his eyes still glued to mine, he took our still linked hands and laid it down on his hard cock. I stiffened, caught off guard, then bit my lip, desperate to shut myself the fuck up.
"We'll just stick to business then," he said, breathing the words onto my lips before he kissed the corner of my mouth, moving on to press his lips onto my naked shoulder.
My head fell back, eyes closed and I unlinked our hands, my fist closing on his hard dick. Happy to let me have what J wanted, he gracefully withdrew his hand. Then he kissed his way up from my collarbone to my neck and then my ear, heightening my aroused state.
"For now," he whispered and my knees buckled.
It took me a moment to comprehend his words. What business? Didn't we just settle the Ryan thing?
The sound of the door opening, followed by music and laughter intruding on his silent hideaway distracted me from asking.
Appalled to find I had started jerking his dick slowly, my mouth dropped open. J could swear his lust tainted, mischievous eyes were urging me to keep going. Only the sound of another voice, the reminder that we weren't alone, startled me into loosening my grip.
"Sorry we're late," said a female voice through giggles.
Still my hand lingered on his cock. He watched me with fascinated eyes, then laid his hand over mine and closed my fist over his dick again.
Let go. Fucking let go.
I begged myself. Begged us both in my head, but no words came out of my mouth. The slight before me drove me mad. His hips thrust up into the circle of my fingers still around his clothed dick. My pussy told me to unbuckle his belt while we jerked him off softly together.
"We have to stop. There are other people—" I licked my lips, gaze alternating between his dark eyes and out naughty activity.
His back was facing the newcomers. Only two candles lit up the room. We were safe. For now. Until they came closer.
"Not interested. Want them to disappear?" he asked and I gulped, my mind screaming yes as my other hand eased down his pants.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Other way. Go the other way.
My hand wouldn't listen. Until the second voice froze me in my tracks, moments before my other hand made contact with his naked dick.
"Olivia and I just stopped to get some drinks and the time got away from us. This place is incredible," said another female voice, one I recognized.
I was so stunned to hear my real life come knocking that I withdrew both hands from Cole's person hurriedly.
Cole let out a low growl of disapproval, but my brain was finally in control again. Maybe? For fuck's sake, there were other people in the room, I chided myself. I knew one of them.
Spinning around in shock as well as to gain some distance from Cole's big dick, I watched Cole come to stand next to me with a heavy sigh.
He slapped a friendly smile on his face, like he didn't have a huge boner on full display. Was the lighting dim enough to hide it? Did he give a fuck?
How obvious was it that I was about to drop onto my knees before him mere moments ago and beg to suck his dick? Had we not had guests, how far would this have gone?
"That's alright. It was bound to happen with the company you're keeping," Cole said, all grace and charm, his feathers completely unruffled.
Unlike me. I was freaking out. I couldn't help myself. My gaze dropped to the tent in his pants in alarm, only to find it missing.
Was the woman next to my friend making him nervous enough to lose a boner that fast? Who the fuck was Olivia? My green monster surfaced as he held out his hand to a familiar face. I stuffed the jealousy down to deal with this new development.
Hiding my arousal/envy was one thing. Keeping the surprise off my face as the introductions proceeded was something else altogether.
What the fuck was she doing here? Cole's brief reference to business plus her arrival spelled trouble. I was on red alert.
"Cole Hunter," he introduced himself.
"Macy Jones," Macy replied, accepting Cole's hand. "Agent to—"
"The stunning Brianna Chase," said Olivia, making her way over to me.
I stood there, frozen, no doubt with WTF on my forehead as I made eye contact with Macy. Startling me out of my attempt to process, Olivia wrapped me up in a tight hug and kissed me on the cheek.
Why are you here, Macy? Better yet, why am I here?
Vacation, my ass.