CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Zachary
This would never work.
I knew it.
Surely, I knew it.
But here we were, together again, like a dream and a nightmare.
“I want you,” she breathed into the skin of my neck, and I pulled her closer to my chest. “Like before.”
It was the declaration I’d been wanting to hear all through the past week. Of course, this hallway, in the middle of the hospital was not the place.
I looked around, wondering if she’d still want me if she knew that it wasn’t a blind date I’d been waiting for. I couldn’t bring myself to tell her I’d been waiting for an escort, that I thought she was the escort.
Now, kissing her, listening to her make those soft, sweet noises, I realized how absolutely stupid I’d been. That innocent act? It wasn’t an act. She was really that inexperienced and sweet. I found myself thinking back to things she’d said.
“Had you ever come? Before that night?”
She shook her head, her cheeks turning that rosy pink that drove me crazy. “No. But I wasn’t denying myself pleasure. I just wasn’t sure I could.”
God, this woman was going to kill me. I wanted her more than ever now.
Behind me, I heard the auditorium burst into applause, and I knew the forum was almost over. Soon, these halls would be full of people who’d seen us going at each other in there.
Now we were going at each other, in quite a different way. And I didn’t want anyone to see. I wanted her all to myself.
I held her close to me as I searched up and down the hallway. Spotting salvation in the form of a door across the way with the word JANITOR splayed on it, I grabbed her hand. “Come on,” I whispered urgently, pulling her toward the door.
Lucky us, it opened.
It was little more than a linen closet, with just enough room for us to stand among the shelves of cleaning supplies, the utility sink, and the rolling bucket filled with mops. I pushed her in, into complete darkness, and closed the door. The odor of ammonia was powerful and caustic.
But it would have to do. I couldn’t wait to have her alone.
I pressed her against the door, fumbling with the knob for a lock. There wasn’t one.
All right. That didn’t matter.
My hands roved the front of her soft sweater, taking it by the hem and lifting it over those breasts. I dipped the pad of her bra down, freeing her breast, and sucked hard on the nipple. She mewled at the sensation and tangled her hands in my hair. “God, Zach. God.”
She reached down and pulled at my belt buckle, wasting no time. I knew what she wanted, and my cock jumped to attention at once, thrilled to be in play so soon in the game.
In the darkness, we scrabbled at each other’s clothing. She unzipped my pants, and her hand reached in, drawing out my cock as expertly as if she’d been imagining this moment almost as much as I had. Then her hands were at her own waist, unbuckling her belt and lowering her pants. Lowering her panties. She did it all. When I next lowered my hand down there, she was bare.
Slipping my hand between her thighs, she was soaking wet. I pressed my fingers into her hot body, and she gasped as I continued to suck and lick her breasts.
She kicked off her pants, spreading her legs shamelessly. “Now,” she said, her heart beating a mad drumbeat, the pace almost matching mine. “Now.”
I hooked her legs around my hips, pressed her up against the door, and drove into her so fast that it stole her breath. She screamed, a sound I stifled with a hot, openmouthed kiss to keep anyone outside from hearing.
And then I fucked her. Long, deep strokes into her. Either the door was shaking, or the whole world was shaking because my world was slowly beginning to shatter. She growled against my lips, begging, “Yes, oh, please, yes. You feel so good, Zach.”
My sweet little Jewel, escort, professional nutritionist, it didn’t matter. She was my Jewel.
It was only when I’d started to come that I realized I’d forgotten the condom. I couldn’t believe it. I’d never forgotten a condom in my life.
I tried to stop, tried to not come, but her body tightened, milking me, and I exploded, my balls tightening as my eyes rolled back in my head. With only a millisecond to react, I pulled out and did the only thing I could do… catch my cum in my hand.
Shit.
“What happened?” she asked in the darkness, her breaths coming in harsh gasps.
“Condom,” I said, still hunched over, wondering what kind of mess I was making on my custom suit. Perfect. The dry cleaners would love it. “I don’t know where my head was. I wanted you too bad.”
Her voice was a breath. “Oh.”
“I’m clean,” I offered. “I get checked every six months, and this has never, ever happened before.”
I expected her to say the same, or that she was protected another way. But she didn’t. It occurred to me that she didn’t know what to say. She wasn’t an escort. She’d never come before. She’d been shy, and an outcast as a teen… maybe all of this was completely new to her.
“It’s all right. I think I pulled out in time.” Remembering that this was a janitor’s closet, I felt around until I found a sink. Grateful, I turned on the water and cleaned up the best that I could.
Fastening my pants, I felt around until I found her again, still leaning against the door. She was still breathing hard as she’d been teetering on the edge of orgasm when I’d suddenly brought that to a crashing halt.
“Okay,” she whispered to me. “It’s okay, Zach.”
“No, it’s not. Not for you,” I told her, my hands traveling to her abdomen. I slipped a finger between her legs, through the folds covered with her soft, downy hair, and hooking my knuckle, drove it into her warm, wet core.
She gasped.
I kissed her, long and slow, as I fucked her with one finger, and then two, feeling the pulsing ridges of her insides. All the while, my thumb brushed her clit in soft, circular motions. She started to sway against me, rocking on my hand, getting into it, her breathing coming shorter and faster now.
“You like that?” I said. Unbelievably, she was making me horny again, just by those sweet, sexy little sounds.
She nodded, and her head lolled against my shoulder. “So much.”
“I’m going to make sure you never deny yourself pleasure,” I whispered into her ear, nibbling on her earlobe. “You understand me? You’re beautiful. You deserve pleasure. Every day.”
Adding a third finger, I stretched her, my hand locked between her strong thigh muscles, and she was pushing up against the door, a low moan emanating from her throat. “This is too good. I can’t…”
I kissed the doubts away, feeling her insides pulsing around my fingers, twitching inside, hot and wet and so fucking sexy. “You can, do you hear me? You’re so fucking gorgeous. Come, Jule. Let it go.”
And she did. Her insides contracted around me, hard and fast, and she growled as she slumped against me, her breasts pressed against my chest, the fabric of the soft sweater tickling my chin.
“Mmm,” she whispered, still spasming around me as I slowly withdrew my wet fingers. “Oh, my god. How do you do that to me?”
I chuckled, bringing my hand to my mouth. I wanted to taste her again. Taste her musky sweetness on my fingers, sucking them clean.
How did I do it to her? It wasn’t difficult, with Jewel. Juliana. I wanted to. More than I’d wanted something in a long time. In fact, she probably deserved a hell of a lot more than what I’d just given her. A quick finger-fucking in a chemical-filled janitor’s closet. That was probably an asshole move. A Gavin move.
I simply hadn’t been able to wait. She’d had me too out of control with desire. So the real question was, how had she done that to me?
I’d make it up to her. Somehow. I would.
We bumped together in the darkness as we put our clothes back on. We didn’t speak. I started to zip up my pants, and by the time I was fixing the buckle, she’d already gotten her clothes back on. I heard her fumbling with the door handle, and then there was a blinding light as she opened the door a crack to peek out.
“All clear,” she said, flattening down her flyaway hair.
I grabbed her hand, forcing her to look back at me. “Jul—”
“Call me about the meeting,” she said, her eyes not meeting mine. “I’m very interested. I’ll be there.”
And then she slipped out, closing the door behind her, leaving me in darkness. I listened to the sound of her heels on the floor, clicking away from me. Something unsettled grew inside me.
Was that a mistake?
The look in her eyes before she left, made me wonder.
But no. It couldn’t have been a mistake. I’d found her again. I’d fucked her again, something that up until twenty minutes ago, I’d thought would be impossible. I’d made her come, hard and long, trembling against me as she spasmed around my hand. And I even wanted to do it again. No woman had ever held my interest for that long.
How could something that felt that right possibly be a mistake?