to smile at her scowl. My wicked witch could be so fucking adorable at times.
“Stop calling me that.”
I paused, and then it was my turn to frown because I couldn’t remember when or even why I started calling her that. It was almost like my subconscious was trying to tell me something. I’m not sure how long I stood there searching for the answers in her blue eyes, but never once did she look away. After a few minutes, I had to accept that I wouldn’t be getting any answers tonight.
What a surprise.
Although I could tell Bee didn’t want to leave, she didn’t fight me when I took her hand and led her back to the front. I slowed my stride when I spotted our nosy as shit friends waiting for us by our limo.
“What the hell do you fuckers want now?” I felt Bee squeeze my hand and rolled my eyes before inquiring much more pleasantly, “I meant, is something wrong?”
“We were just waiting to make sure Barbette didn’t need help hiding your body,” Wren replied. He then gave her a look as if asking whether she’d still like their help.
I didn’t like the way she giggled at his offer, like she wanted to suck his dick or something, so I yanked open the limo door and pushed her inside. “She’s fine, you fucking traitors.” And then I ducked inside the limo, leaving my friends holding their dicks—so to speak.
The moment my ass touched the seat, I pulled her to me and took her chin in my hand. “Don’t laugh at other men’s jokes.”
“Even if I think they’re funny?” she teased.
“Especially if you think they’re funny.”
I could tell that my demand had gone in one ear and out the other. Realizing that I was actually jealous, I pressed my lips against hers, hoping to get rid of the bitter taste of my own medicine.
“Jamie.” She gasped when I finally let her up for air.
“Jesus, Bee. Don’t say my name like that.”
“Or what?” she challenged, but I could tell she was really curious.
“Or I just might fuck you out of that dress.” Kissing my way down her neck, I realized she hadn’t responded as I inhaled her scent like it was nicotine. “Oh, is that what you want?” More silence. Chuckling, I pulled Bee onto my lap until she was straddling my thighs. “Say the word, and I’ll pop your cherry right here and now.”
I was already undoing the tiny buttons on her gown when she finally answered. “No…” My fingers paused on the last button, but the look in her eyes had my dick rocking up in my pants. “But I do want you to make me come.”
“OH, YOU DO, DO YOU?”
I didn’t get the chance to respond to his taunt before he was shoving down the top of my gown. The cool air from the limo brushed my nipples, making them harden even more. I was still wondering when he’d gotten all those buttons undone when his finger slowly traced my spine, setting my bare skin on fire. I wanted him to touch me all over, but in the confines of this limo and with the little time we had until I was home, I knew that wouldn’t be possible.
Suddenly, his head lowered, and my lips parted from shock and anticipation as I watched his tongue dart out and then lazily flick my nipple.
When his head lifted, my hands curled around his nape as I guided him toward the other. This time, when his tongue thrashed my nipple, he didn’t stop until I was gasping. Only then did his lips finally close around the bud, making my back arch as he suckled.
I had no idea before this moment how sensitive my breasts were and how ruthlessly Jamie would use the knowledge to his advantage.
By the time he finally lifted his head, I was a writhing, sopping mess.
“Jamie,” I whimpered. “It’s too much.” Any moment now, I’d burn, and when he was done with me, there’d be nothing left.
Chuckling, he fingered my nipple as he defiantly met my gaze. “Tell me to stop,” he challenged. Even though I was trembling in his lap, we both knew there was no chance of that. “No?” he continued to taunt. “Then tell me how bad you want it.”
“Please.” I moaned without shame or hesitation.
“Good, but not great,” he replied. “Harder, Bee. You can beg better than that.”
Slowly, I opened my eyes. I couldn’t even remember when I’d closed them. Jamie was watching