The Punk and the Plaything (When Rivals Play #3) - B.B. Reid Page 0,89

I found myself inhaling the tainted air and thinking of a certain boy. The one with a gentle smile and fiery temper. A dirty-talking enigma.

When the sheet reached my lower back, I forced the image away and settled in. A moment later, I tensed when I felt the sheet slip past my waist. I definitely hadn’t ticked off my gluteus as a go for a massage. And even if I had, Klara usually started with shoulders…

Unless it wasn’t the masseuse at all.

A chill ran down my spine when I felt full soft lips press against my nape. Before I could register that it really happened, I felt another. As soon as I felt the intruder move away, I lifted my head and glanced over my shoulder.

Leaning against the counter where Klara kept her supplies was Jamie in all his delectable glory. I couldn’t decide if the pants and the vest he wore were red or brown, but it made a killer combination with his mahogany hair styled to show off his beautiful face. He even wore an expensive-looking watch to complete the look. The white shirt he wore only emphasized his tanned skin and the tattoos he’d mostly hidden underneath his clothes. Unfortunately, his hands and neck would always give him away. I was willing to bet he gave all those girls on Wall Street something dirty to dream about during the day.

Coming to my senses, I stopped ogling him, grabbed the sheet, and covered myself, even though he’d already seen plenty, before sitting up.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“It’s senior breakfast day, and I’m a senior if you recall.”

“I meant in here.”

“Oh… I got lost.”

Closing my eyes, I inhaled before slowly exhaling. Unfortunately, my patience was nowhere to be found. “You got lost?”

Pushing away from the counter, he slowly took the two steps it took to get to me before gripping my chin. I both hated and loved it when he did that. “But don’t worry. I found you.” He was kissing my lips before I even had a chance to respond.

Or remember that I was naked except for my panties underneath the sheet.

His tongue tasted like mint, and the cologne he wore filled my senses until I was clutching his silk tie, desperate for every inch of him. I’d forgotten the sheet until I felt my bare nipples brushing his chest. The roughness of his vest teased them until they were hard and eager for his attention. As if sensing my thoughts, he pulled away and gently nipped one before tugging it between his lips.

Eyes fluttering, my head fell back as he licked, nipped, and suckled at my breasts. I thought I’d chased him away for good, but it hadn’t taken more than a few spoken words to get us right back here. I had the feeling that no matter how deeply Jamie and I cut, we would never stop wanting more.

The little sounds escaping me pitched higher and higher, and when I was dangling over the edge, Jamie stepped away, pulling me back.

“Why did you stop?” I was so close.

He didn’t respond as he reached for my waist. We played tug-of-war with the sheet before Jamie won, and I was naked. The sheet fell to the floor, and then his hands were in my hair as he ravished my lips. “I want to go down on you,” he whispered when he came up for air.

Immediately, I tensed and found it impossible to exhale. If he weren’t standing between my thighs, I would have pressed them together. “You can’t.”

“I can do anything I want,” he said, trailing sinful kisses across my jaw. “What are you afraid of? That you’ll like it?” I gasped when he nipped my chin. “That you’ll want more?”

“Klara will be back any minute,” I tried to reason.

“Then she’ll get to watch you come,” he smoothly replied. “We’ll call it a generous tip.”

“Jamie… no.” Pushing him away, I met his frustrated gaze. “Lock the door,” I heard myself say.

The anger faded from his eyes, and then he was across the room, locking the door before I could blink. As he swaggered back to me, he began to loosen his tie. Something about so simple an action made a shiver work its way down my spine. Those talented hands then found my waist and began tugging at my panties. “Lift up.”

I did, and in a flash, the scrap of lace was gone.

Stepping between my legs once more, he kissed me until my world was nothing