Mismatch - By Nana Malone Page 0,63
floor.
“Eli, stop. Would you behave yourself before you cause a scene?”
But he didn’t seem to care, merely kept tugging on her hand, trying various doors down the hall to the right of the ball room.
When he found one that was unlocked, he let them inside. He didn't search for a light. The moonlight and the city glow provided ambient lighting in the small auditorium. There were several plush couches pushed up by the window, as if they’d been left there for storage purposes.
“You want to tell me what the hell you think you're doing, Jessica?”
She frowned. “Me? I'm the one who was being manhandled, and somehow it's my fault? You’re an ass.”
“You think I didn’t see you at the bar flirting with the guy?”
Enraged, she shoved him away with a hard push. “You think I didn't see that brunette with her hands all over you? And you weren't doing a damn thing to stop it. But I get it. It's not like we're a thing.”
His head jerked back as if she'd slapped him. Through clenched teeth he ground out, “You told me to make nice with the patrons, and that’s what I did. You don’t like it—tough.”
“You know what? This was a mistake.” Pain sliced through her as she spoke. “Maybe this was all a mistake.”
He shook his head and backed away. “Typical.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“It means that the moment something gets hard, you bail. Well, you’re not getting rid of me as a client. We have a contract, remember?”
“I do not bail.”
“Then why are you trying so hard to run right now? You’re mad at me, and you want to run. But this isn't only about tonight. You're thinking about the other day at the Grove.” He shook his head. “You’re going to have to trust me at some point.”
“I'm not the one with the problem. You can’t just drag me around because I don’t do what you want me to. You can’t control me. And then pitch a tantrum when I don’t act how you want.”
“Now what the hell are you talking about?”
“Tell me, Eli, how do you feel right now? A little out of control, a lot annoyed, a little jealous, but mostly pissed about not being in control?” She smirked and crossed her arms in front of her. “Not so fun when someone does it to you now, is it?” She misread his intent as he stalked over to her. She thought he was going to get in her face and yell. That she was ready for.
The scorching kiss he slanted over her mouth she was not.
Jessica dragged him to her by his tuxedo jacket. She slid her arms inside to the shoulders, dropping it off him smoothly.
Eli spun them both around and flattened her against a wall, wholly devouring her lips. He licked inside her mouth as his hips ground into her. Through his tuxedo pants, his cock burned hot against her belly. Impatient, she quickly unbuttoned his shirt, dragged it out of his pants, and placed her hand on his abs.
His muscles contracted with every flutter of her fingertips. And he murmured hot dirty words against her lips, driving her crazy with his need, his urgency. This was the Eli she craved. The raw and hungry Eli. The one barely controlled with a very tight leash.
Jessica traced a path from his chest to the light trail of hair just above his pants. She went for the button, and his hand snapped to hers to stay it. He didn’t so much as stop her as guide her. Unsure what to do, she stayed perfectly still for several seconds as he continued to kiss her. This whole thing was all kinds of fucked up, but she needed him.
When he didn’t move her hand, Jessica tucked her palm under his and guided them into his pants. As she closed her fingers around the rigid length of him, his hand closed over hers. In tandem, they stroked him from base to tip. He showed her how to tease the tip, how to hold the base steady and allow more blood to flow into his cock. He even guided her hand down to his balls and taught her how to pay homage to them. She used the tip of her finger to tease his perineum, and he swore savagely.
“Jesus, Jessica.”
She pressed gently again, and his knees buckled.
His voice was low and strained against her ear. “I don’t want to come until I’m buried deep inside