The Punk and the Plaything (When Rivals Play #3) - B.B. Reid Page 0,90

but stars. I hadn’t even noticed when his hand slid underneath my knee or when he lifted my leg, planting my foot on the table. He was still kissing me when his hand started on my knee before sliding down, down, down…

I gasped at the first touch of his fingers. The second sent me spiraling out of control. Jamie’s nimble fingers strummed my clit as delicately as any of his guitars, and the soft notes I gave him in return was music to his eager ears.

“Can I taste you now?” he inquired when I was so close to falling.

The only response I could give him in return was to push against his fingers, begging for more. “Please.”

Kissing me one last time, he knelt, and I almost missed his lips until I felt them on my inner thigh. Glancing down, I found him already watching me through lowered lids. He continued to hold my gaze even when his lips reached my pussy, and he gave it a sensual kiss.

I drew in a breath at the feeling and knew I’d do whatever it took to feel it over and over. “Oh.”

This time when he kissed me, he introduced me to his tongue, and my head fell back on my shoulders. I wasn’t prepared for how he would take his time, making sure not to leave a single inch of me untouched, unkissed, unloved.

Eventually, Jamie wanted more, so sliding his hand under my other knee, he lifted my leg until it mirrored the other. I was completely open, and he dove right in. Moments later, I was distantly aware of the footsteps outside the door. Neither of us cared as my hand slid through his hair and gripped the back of his head.

Jamie continued to lick me, and over his appreciative moans, I could hear the door handle jiggling.

Finding it locked, Klara knocked. “Miss Montgomery?”

At that moment, Jamie’s tongue chose to flick my clit, making me gasp and cry his name. He’d definitely done that on purpose.

“Miss Montgomery?” Klara knocked and tried the handle again. “Is everything okay?”

As Jamie continued licking my clit, I felt his finger at my entrance, gently teasing me with the tip. My breathing deepened as his tongue sped up until my hips were lifting off the table, and my shocked cry echoed around the room. I could feel my arousal seeping onto the table and my clit throbbing as fast as my heartbeat. Jamie stood and was kissing me before I could even catch my breath. And when his tongue swept inside my mouth, and I tasted myself, I greedily deepened the kiss.

“I have never wanted anything as much as I want inside you, Bette.”

I could feel his erection pressing against my inner thigh and wanted that, too. Reaching for his belt buckle, I decided it was time. I needed my lips, pussy, and hands wrapped around him now.

Unfortunately, Jamie’s hand stopped me before I could free him.

“Soon. We have to save something for our wedding night.”

“Huh?” With the force of my orgasm still ringing in my ears, I was sure I was hearing things. Frowning, I opened my eyes slowly, but his gorgeous smile blinded me.

“Nothing.”

Jamie helped me redress when my legs wouldn’t stop shaking long enough, and when we left the room, he held my hand as we traveled the short, empty hall. We made it to the front unscathed, and I soon realized why when I spotted all three of the club’s masseuses, including Klara, huddled behind the receptionist’s desk. It left no doubt in my mind that they’d heard everything.

Fear that word would get back to my father suddenly made my hands tremble. Jamie stopped short when he spotted the sign-in sheet, and with one swift movement, he snatched the top page with my name scribbled on it. Leaning over the desk, he scanned the space until he spotted what he was looking for. I realized once he’d snatched it up that it was the client intake form I’d filled out in the beginning.

“Sir, you can’t do that!” one of the braver masseuses scolded.

“Oh? Then why did I?” He didn’t wait for her response before tugging me toward the door. I wanted to apologize to Klara, but Jamie was moving too fast, so I settled for an apologetic glance thrown over my shoulder. Jamie had led me down one hall and then another before slowing enough to rip and toss the forms in the trash. When we passed a bathroom on the way to