“SO WHAT’S THE DEAL WITH you and Jessica?” Vick stepped into my office with Starbucks and a forced smile.
Her grin alone was alarming because smiling was not her thing.
“What do you mean?”
“You have to admit things are different with her.”
I couldn’t put my finger on it, but Vick wasn’t acting like herself.
“Our deal’s no different than the rest of the girls in my book.”
“Yeah fucking right,” she snorted around her cup of coffee. “I don’t recall you ever buying the other girls upscale condos.”
“She needed a place. I’ll make up the difference in her weekly payments. She’ll get less.” I was lying, but I didn’t want Vick thinking Jessica was changing me. She wasn’t.
“Don’t bullshit me, Sebastian. I saw the account you opened for her. She has the same amount of starter money as the rest of the girls.” She sat her hip against my desk and scowled down at me. “What’s the deal? Is this bitch turning you soft?”
Anger struck me deep, in a place I hadn’t visited since I was young and stupid, and fighting to survive on the streets of New York.
“Don’t call her that,” I barked, the side of my fist landed on my desk hard, shaking papers.
My voice was dark, daring her to say another word. Vick and I usually got along well, but her calling Jessica a bitch shook something loose.
She peered down at me with a look of pity. “No different, huh?” Shaking her head, she turned and walked out of my office.
My hands were shaking with rage. “You do not get to regard me in that manner!”
Without turning around, she called over her shoulder. “I’m sorry, sir. I thought it was my right to point out when the closest person to me was becoming a pussy-whipped dickwad.”
The door slammed behind her, knocking a picture from my wall. I was going to have to take Vick down a fucking peg or two. She was definitely getting too comfortable trying to control me. I wasn’t having it.
I didn’t want to hear any more shit from fucking Laura Croft: Emasculator. Jessica was not changing me. I’d just met the girl and I’d barely had a taste of her yet. I wasn’t changing for anyone, and I’d prove it.
I pulled out my book and flipped through the pages. Jessica wasn’t ready for sex yet, but I was in need of some female attention. Picking out at random, I pulled out my phone and prepared to text one of my ladies, but a loud noise from the club below stopped me.
“Where the fuck is he?” a female voice bellowed.
Going to the window, the workers below parted as Bambi came bursting through the tables knocking chairs onto the floor. She wasn’t as put together as she was every time we met. Her eyes were wide, but not the usual big doe eyes I was used to. She looked wild—feral, and on the hunt.
Taking the stairs as fast as I could, I went straight to her. She practically growled as I took her by the arm and pulled her into the VIP section. My employees didn’t need to know my personal business and with her being an obnoxious bitch, it wouldn’t be long before everyone knew everything.
“What seems to be the problem?” I asked calmly, hoping she’d follow my lead.
“I’m completely fucking broke. That’s the problem. For months, your payments were getting me through. I lost my job since I left every time you called, and now you’re completely cutting me off. That’s bullshit and you know it, Sebastian.” She put emphasis on my name since I’d never bothered to tell her.
I silently wondered how she found out who I was—how she found me.
“That sucks for you. However, the club isn’t open right now. We open tonight at seven. Please return then.”
“Excuse me?” she asked, appalled.
“I’m asking you to leave. If you don’t, I’ll have you forcefully removed from the premises.”
“How could you treat me like this? I thought… I thought we had something special.”
I pulled her close to me. So close, her tits pressed into my chest and I could taste her breath. She squirmed as if she was enjoying it.
“We had an arrangement. One that made you a lot of money and one that got me exactly what I wanted from you. I wasn’t vague about our situation. You knew what you were walking into and you still did it. I got bored with you, which I tend to do, and now our arrangement is over. It’s not my fault you don’t know how to save money. Maybe if you hadn’t blown it all on frivolous bullshit, you’d have a little something in your account. Now, I’m not asking, I’m telling. Get the fuck out of my establishment.”
She stuttered over her unintelligible response, before she turned and fled from the club. I followed behind her, the employees turning away and working, as if they hadn’t heard every bit of our argument. Fuck it. I was stressed beyond belief, and I hadn’t had any pussy since I’d laid eyes on Jessica.
Jessica. She was beautiful and sexy—clueless to her seductiveness. She was the woman I’d been searching for, for years—the one type missing from my black book. And she was as good as mine.
I’d already bought her a condo and gave her an account full of money. Ready or not, it was time I started getting paid my part of the deal.
THE ELEVATOR DOOR OPENED INTO the clean, comfortable space of Jessica’s condo. I’d been there the night before, but this time the place smelled like woman and fresh flowers. I inhaled her sweetness and closed my eyes to the rush of desire consuming me.
Stepping into the room, I was taken aback by how comfortable and at home I felt in the condo. The family pictures taken from Jessica’s storage were littered across the wall and table in the living space. It was comforting.
A particular picture of Jessica and her little brother when they were younger, stuck out. I envied their relationship. Family—it’s all I’d ever wanted. Yet at the same time, the fear of being left behind kept me from making any new relationships with anyone. It was an endless cycle.
It was then I noticed the music coming from the other room. My feet followed the tune, until I was standing in Jessica’s bedroom doorway. She was there, with only a towel wrapped around her curvy frame. Her back was to me and she moved around the room, swinging her hips, singing badly into her brush.
Wet strands of red stuck to her back and beads of water rolled down her shoulders and into the towel. My mouth went dry thinking about sucking the water from her body.
Leaning my shoulder against the door frame, I watched silently with crossed arms. She was different—young and endearing, full of life. It was refreshing.
Jessica Rabbit, the cartoon character, had nothing on my Jessica. My Jessica wasn’t a seductive siren on purpose, but it was the way she made me feel that prompted the name. From the moment I first saw her, I was always seconds away from wolf howling with bulging eyes.
Her towel rode up her thighs, exposing the bottom of her ass cheek and it was my undoing. Stepping into the room, I slipped up behind her and wrapped my hands around her hips. I was rock hard already, so I rubbed my hard cock into the back of her towel.
She screamed before turning in my arms. The towel was forgotten and it drifted to the floor between us. There she was, naked in my arms, and wet—so fucking wet everywhere. I could only hope soon the sweet spot between her legs would also be soaked for me.
Fingering a strand of her hair, my fingertips glistened from the moisture. She looked up at me with wide eyes. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip and when she released it, it was swollen and pink—begging me to bite it.
So I did.
I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth and bit down enough to make her go tense.
“You’re driving me bat-shit crazy,” I said, leaning in and slamming my mouth against hers.
She tasted amazing. Like fresh fruit in the rain. Like one of my favorite memories… like a home I never knew. And strangely, it angered me.
I pulled away, releasing her arms and her mouth all at once. She fell back, covering her breasts before I could see them. Bending down, she attempted to retrieve her towel, but I stopped her.
“Move your hands,” I demanded. “I want to see your tits.”
“Sebastian, this is…” she started.
I cut her off before she could finish. “What did I say?”
She stood there staring back at me. I could see the debate in her eyes. She wasn’t sure if she should listen or tell me to go to hell. Finally, she dropped her hands from her body and stood in front of me, gloriously naked.
Heat radiated from my eyes as I let them dip and explore her balmy skin. Her dusty nipples hardened, taunting me to squeeze them. Reaching out, I pinched a nipple between my thumb and forefinger, eliciting a hissing sound from between her teeth.
“Does that hurt?” I asked.
“A little.”
“But it still feels good, doesn’t it?”
She’d be lying if she denied it. Her eyes were already sparkling with desire.
She didn’t answer, prompting me to squeeze tighter.
“Yes!” she exclaimed.
“Yes, what?”
“It feels good.”
I released her reddening nipple and relieved it with a nice lashing with my tongue. Her breathing hitched and then she moaned when I sucked the nipple into my mouth and nibbled sweetly. She’d earned that little bit for now.
When I pulled away and looked back at her, her eyes were glazed over with want. Already she was melting in my hands. It wouldn’t be long before I’d have her tied to a bed, ass wiggling in the air, begging me to fuck her.
I ran a single finger from her collar bone, down over her moist nipple. I couldn’t seem keep my hands off her. Her humid skin pebbled beneath my fingertip. I continued on my path, running it down her stomach to her navel. Her skin was like silk. It was wrong for her to cover it with cheap cotton.
Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a card and placed it in her palm, closing her fingers around it.
“What’s this?” she asked, opening her hand.
“It’s for you to spend how you see fit. I only have one request, get rid of the cotton panties. Your body begs for silk and lace.”
She shocked me by shoving the card back into my hand.
“No, Sebastian. You’ve done enough. I can’t take this. The condo, the car, the shirt, all of it… by the way, thanks for the shirt. I don’t even want to know how you knew I’d tried it on.”
“I have my ways.”
I didn’t tell her that Martin had gotten out of the car for a walk and saw how happy she’d looked inside the store, shopping with her friend. He’d picked it up and turned it over to me. As I said before, he got paid the big bucks for a reason.
“Well, it’s all too much. Not to mention, I haven’t really done anything to earn any of this yet.”
I grinned. She was so clueless and sweet. It was a wonder New York hadn’t eaten her alive yet.
“Don’t worry, you will.”
Her face paled, shyness filling her expression, and I chuckled.
“Go shopping. Buy yourself something that will drive me crazy. I’ll pick you up tonight at seven. Be ready and be dressed to kill.”
I didn’t wait for her to respond. I walked away. If I didn’t get away from her soon I was going to do something stupid, and push her before she was ready—like laying her on the bed and sinking myself balls deep into her tight pussy.
I had full rights to do what I pleased with her, and I knew she’d go for it because she obviously felt indebted to me. But that was not my goal. I wanted her to want me the way I wanted her. I wanted her soaking wet and begging for my cock and anything else I had to offer. To have that, I’d wait—even if it killed me.