Seduce Me - J. Kenner Page 0,23

girl again.”

I think of Damien, who works out so vigorously, and can still send a tennis ball hurtling over the net at incredible speeds.

And Ryan, with his mixed martial arts background that’s only been honed and refined during his years in private security.

I remember around Valentine’s Day when someone was threatening Jamie with racy photos. Ryan and Damien had tracked him down and put the fear of god in him. And more than a few bruises on him.

Yeah, I think, they’ll handle Jay just fine.

I nod. “Okay,” I say.

He brushes my cheek, then leans over to kiss me, soft and sweet. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he promises, and though I am looking forward to being home with him, I can’t deny the weight of sadness that settles over me when I realize that I will not be seeing him tonight.

Chapter 10

I knock on Jamie’s bedroom door because I don’t want to be alone, but there is no answer. I wonder if she’s with Ryan, and the thought makes me a little jealous. Because right now I am most definitely not with Damien.

I consider calling the front desk to learn what room my husband is in, but I have a feeling that they have been instructed not to tell me. More than that, since he actually said goodbye, I can’t help but believe that our fantasy bubble has firmly shattered, and that he has returned to Los Angeles and our real life.

Which is fine. Great, actually. I love my life, and I want to go home.

I’d just been looking forward to tonight.

With a sigh, I decide to pack up my things. I’ll text Jamie and tell her to enjoy the limo on her own. Then I’ll take a taxi to the airport and grab the next flight back to LA. At least I’ll be able to spend the night with Damien in our bed.

I take a quick shower, then slip on the fluffy hotel robe to wear as I pack.

I check one more time to make sure Jamie didn’t come back while I was in the shower, but her room is still abandoned, the bed still made from housekeeping’s last visit.

I’m actually typing out the text to Jamie when another one comes in.

It’s time to finish what we started —D

I smile, a slow burn of pleasure spreading over my skin.

Yes. It is.

Within sixty seconds, there is a knock at the door to the suite.

Within thirty more, I’m right there answering it.

I start to tease him about not just letting himself in—after all, he owns the hotel—but he destroys my plans by grabbing the sash of my robe and pulling me toward him, then pushing me back against the wall even as he kicks the door closed behind him.

“Well,” I say. “Hello.”

“No,” he says. “No more talking.” He unties the sash, then spreads my robe open, exposing me. He steps back, then simply looks at me, and my breath shudders as I wait for his eyes to return to my face. “Beautiful,” he says, then presses hard against me, the material from his suit rough against my skin, but his mouth even rougher against my lips.

The kiss is wild. Hard. And with such a dangerous edge that I taste blood and it makes me just a little crazy. I’m so wet, so hot, and the damn robe is too constricting. I need to feel the air against my skin before I burn up, and so I start to shrug it off.

Damien helps, pushing it off, his palms stroking my shoulders as he does and sending ripples of heat coursing through me. He catches the tie, pulling it free of the loops as the robe slides off me to pool on the floor.

He steps back, still saying nothing. Then he slowly raises my arms above my head and uses the sash to tie my wrists together. My breath catches, and I feel the tightening in my cunt, a hot, needy feeling, and I want to beg, but I am not allowed to talk. Yet I want him too badly, and since I cannot use my hands I hook my leg around his hips and urge him closer, then tilt my hips to rub against his.

He’s hard, and I arch back, feeling the length of him beneath the smooth material of his slacks. He is still dressed for dinner in a suit and jacket, all perfectly pressed and perfectly presentable. And the fact that I am naked in his arms is making me just