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SOMETHING IS DEFINITELY wrong with me. I don’t even know her real name. She said it so confidently I almost believed her, but I know when someone is lying. I didn’t share this information with Travis though. I need to find out what his plans are with Emily. We’re on day two and he hasn’t shared anything with me. I’m supposed to be his right-hand man.
I haven’t wanted a girl this bad… ever. She has me so wound up, it’s on the verge of becoming painful. I’ve gone out with a few girls while I’ve worked for Travis but never anything serious. They know what I want: no strings and no expectations. Nothing and no one has ever distracted me enough that I don’t care anymore about my job—until her.
“Sweetheart, it’s best we go back inside.” I need to try and stop this. Holding her tightly, her body rubbing against mine, feeling her heat is driving me insane. I need a cold shower for a fucking hour.
I grab my phone and down the rest of my wine. She does the same, and I lead her back inside. As we pass Joe and Bill, I tell them I no longer need them tonight. They hesitate but see that I’m not messing around. Emily is handcuffed to me so she’s not going anywhere. I bring her back to her room, and she lets out a long-winded sigh. Shit. I hate doing this.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. Truthfully, I’d rather take her back to my bed.
“It’s okay. I know it’s your job,” she replies with a flat voice.
We get in the room and I take off the cuffs. Both of them. She can’t get out of the room so there isn’t any reason she should be cuffed to the bed. I’ll be sure to tell Travis, and I don’t fucking care what he says. She opens her mouth but then snaps it shut. I shake my head. Don’t ask.
“I’m going to the bathroom.” She walks away but stops before she hits the door. She looks over her shoulder smiling and says, “Thanks.”
I sit on the bed and wait. When she comes out, she walks up and stands in between my legs. My hands are itching to grab hold of her and run them all over that body. Instead, I stand up. We’re inches apart. Her beautiful tits barely touch my chest. Our eyes dance around each other. My gaze drops to her lips, where she’s biting.
Fuck. Me.
Before I can stop myself, I grab her and lift her up. I slam her against the wall and crush my mouth against hers. There is no slow and sweet. It’s hard, fast, and full of need. Legs wrap around my waist. She opens her mouth for me and my tongue darts into hers.
I get lost in our kiss. The need to be closer to her overcomes me. Her fingers thread through my hair. My hands find her ass and squeeze. Holy shit, her ass is perfect, round and hard. I push her warmth against my dick that’s straining to get out of my jeans, rubbing and grinding my hips. Her legs squeeze, pulling us together. The welcoming heat of her pussy urges my dick to come out and play. And damn is he trying his hardest to escape.
“Jett. Cameras,” Emily gasps during our kiss.
“Can’t see this wall,” I breathe out. I move my mouth to her neck, tasting and nipping her jawline.
I can feel the quickness of her pulse on my lips. She grinds her pussy against my throbbing erection. A low growl erupts from my lips.
BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ
The vibration from my phone in my back pocket shocks me back to reality.
Distractions.
“Fuck, Fuck, FUCK!” I yell as I put her back on the ground and walk away. I need to step away before I really fuck this up. I pace the room with my hands on my head. She leans against the wall like it’s holding her up, staring at me with those hypnotizing eyes. I’ve lost control. I never lose control. Losing control can get me killed. So why does one look from her make me lose all control.
“This can’t happen!” I growl, motioning between us. “You. Can’t. Happen. Fuck, Emily. I feel like an asshole who is taking advantage of you in this fucked-up situation! Why can’t you just tell us who you are so you can leave!” I bark out in frustration, throwing my hands in the air. As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I regret them. Logically, I know she needs to leave. Soon. But selfishly, I want her here. With me.
She stands tall and walks toward me. “You think I want to stay here, locked in this room? I don’t know what Travis wants from me. I do know why he sent you in here, though.” She knowingly looks at me with a raised eyebrow. “So, if you feel like an asshole, that’s between you and your boss. But let me be clear, if I weren’t a willing participant, you’d know it.” She turns and heads to the bathroom. Looking over her shoulder, she whispers, “Good night, Jett.”
Chapter Fifteen
I NEED TO put space between us. My body feels like an inferno, and Jett is the only one who can extinguish it. I sit on the tub, trying to catch my breath.
Breathe, Addison.
He’s just a man, a really gorgeous man, but nonetheless a man. A man I’ve known for a whole two days. This is not me. I’ve had sex and a few boyfriends, but I never slept with any of them right away. I guess captivity brings out the inner slut in me. A laugh escapes my lips. I cover my mouth with my hand to stifle any more laughs.
I don’t know why I stood between his legs when he was sitting on the bed. His eyes were so full of need and pulled me to him. I’ll blame the wine. Or maybe him singing to me or holding me close when we danced. I crave his touch. My whole body drips with desire. Need. And I know for damn sure that he feels it, too.
But he stopped.
He’s stronger than I am.
Jett tells me a muffled goodnight through the door. I rub the wrist that has been in a handcuff for two days. It feels good to be able to walk around, to be free—from the bed, at least. I go back into the bedroom. The table that Jett had been working on earlier has some bags on top of it. I didn’t notice those when we walked in.
I was a little distracted.
