Chapter 15

Jessi

“Paloma. Fancy,” I said.

“A stunning venue for a stunning woman in a very stunning gown,” Chris said.

“Wasn’t sure if you got the hint,” I said. “You didn’t respond to my text.”

“I have to keep you waiting a little bit. What would bring you back otherwise?”

Chris opened the door for me and the two of us walked in. There was a dimly lit table for two in the corner, reserved specifically for us. I was thankful that Caleb’s nanny was okay with watching my son, because I was actually looking forward to the evening.

Though I was trying to swallow my excitement down so I could get to work.

“How was the photoshoot?” Chris asked, as he pulled out my chair.

“It went well. There’s room in the contract for talks about me representing their curvy girl line of clothing, so Pierre’s working on it.”

“Pierre your manager?” he asked.

“My miracle-worker, yes.”

“And here I thought that was my nickname,” he said with a wink.

The two of us ordered a round of drinks and a small appetizer to split between us. As the conversation went on, I was thankful he didn’t bring up the subject of Caleb. I was worried he would, since the last time we were together he wouldn't stop asking questions. Questions I was uncomfortable answering. Questions that made me think he had a sneaking suspicion Caleb was his child.

“That dress really does look stunning on you. Have you posted it anywhere yet?” Chris asked.

“I was actually hoping I could get you to take a picture of me out by the fountain. The water would backdrop the fabric of this dress nicely,” I said.

“Always willing to help a fellow model out with her career.”

You weren’t willing to do that two years ago.

I smiled kindly at him, but every word that dropped from his mouth reminded me of why I was doing this. And I had to step up my timeline. With us getting so close—much closer than I’d intended—I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep Caleb a secret from him. Chris had turned on his nice side, the charm he oozed whenever we were together. It was making me weak in the knees and causing me to do things like look forward to the time we would spend together and dream about him when I closed my eyes.

All of that stuff was counterintuitive to my plan. And I wasn’t going to have it.

“How’s your drink? It matches your dress, oddly enough,” Chris said.

“When I work it, I really work it,” I said.

“Oh trust me, I know that all too well.”

He winked at me as I felt my face beginning to flush. I took a sip of my drink as my mind began to swirl. My eyes drifted along his body, taking in the way his muscles pulled at his outfit. His button-down shirt swelled against his chest and his foot was scooting closer to mine underneath the table. His body heat alone was rattling my iron bars, and I needed to get out of the situation quickly.

My body was betraying my game plan.

“Excuse me. I need to go to the restroom,” I said.

“I’ll be ready and waiting,” Chris said.

The tone of his voice deepened, pulling goosebumps along my arms. My gown fluttered behind me with every step I took as I made my way for the bathroom. I needed space between us. I needed to take a moment and remind myself of why I was doing this.

I needed a moment away from him.

Stepping into the one-person bathroom, I went to close the door. But a grip on my waist caused me to gasp. I felt my back against the bathroom door as the lights went off, and I tried struggling against the body that had me pinned.

“You didn’t think I was going to let you walk away, did you?”

Chris’s breath was hot on my neck as I heard the lock on the door flip.

“Chris?” I asked breathlessly.

“The way this shimmering fabric sparkles with the swaying of your hips. The thought of another man looking at you—”

I felt his hand run down my side as his breath pulsed against my lips.

“What are you doing?” I asked with a whisper.

His lips pressed into mine. Slowly. Delicately. Like a child cherishing a prize or a woman holding a delicate little kitten.

Or a man holding his sweet, sweet girl.

“I’m showing you just how beautiful I think you are,” Chris said into my lips.

I grabbed his hair and pulled him into me. I couldn’t resist him, no matter how hard I tried. His words were thick with want and his breath made me salivate. Feeling his muscles pressed into my body was too much. The heat of his skin was too much.

Everything about him was too much.

His hands moved to his zipper, and his belt and pants soon crashed to the floor. I slid my panties down and kicked them off to the side before his hands gathered my body in his arms. He pressed me against the door, my leg locked around him as I stood on my tip-toes. I felt his hands bunching up my evening gown as his cock pressed deeply into my thigh.

“You have no idea what you do to me, Jessi,” Chris said. “How much of my mind you take up.”

I felt his cock pressing against my entrance as my body betrayed how much I wanted him. My arousal poured from between my folds, dripping down his cock. I heard him chuckle into my ear. A low, rumbling sound that both embarrassed me and sent electricity surging through my veins.

“I knew my sweet girl couldn’t resist me,” he said.

I whimpered at his use of the nickname for me as he pressed his dick into my body.

He rolled deeply into me, his hands keeping my dress bunched up at my waist. My arms hung around his neck, my body at his mercy. My clit raked against his trimmed curls, shooting fire behind my eyes. The darkness of the bathroom and hearing all the people walking around outside. It was all too much.

And yet, it still didn’t seem like enough.

My moans grew and I felt Chris slide his hand over my mouth. His face was so close I could see the beauty of his eyes. Even through the darkness. I held his gaze as he picked up the pace, my leg jumping every single time he thrust against my clit.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I came around his cock.

“That’s it,” he said in my ear. “Give it to me. Give in to me, Jessi. Let me show you how much I missed you.”

Missed me?

Chris had missed me—?”

He slid out from my pussy and whipped me around. Pressing my body into the door, he pulled my hips back into his cock. He filled my pussy with his solid girth as I felt him pulsing against my walls. My legs were shaking and my chest was panting for air as I used the door for leverage.

To buck back into him and feel more of his body against mine.

His hand wound into the long tendrils of my hair. He tugged on my head, bringing me up from the door. My tits were bouncing and my body was shivering. He was fucking me faster and faster as his lips descended to my neck. My back was flush with his chest as his arm wrapped around me. I could feel his legs flexing with the effort it took to fuck me standing up. He rolled up into me and my hands flew to his hair. His teeth were biting into my skin and my toes were curling into my heels.

I could feel myself building again as his fingertips slipped between my folds.

“What do we have here?” he asked. “I think someone wants to come out and play.”

His fingertips pinched my clit and white hot pleasure shot straight to my pelvis.

“Chris. Chris. I—I—oh fuck. It—someone’s gonna—”

“No one will hear you,” he said, as his lips found mine. “Your sounds are only for me. No one will ever hear you this way but me.”

I stood on my tiptoes as my world was shattered again. Stars burst in my darkened vision as my pussy milked his cock. I could feel him growing within my body. I could feel my juices drenching his cock. I was dripping down the inside of my own thigh as he pulled out from me again, not allowing me to ride out my orgasm on his cock.

I whimpered at the loss as he guided me over to the sink.

He turned me back around and grabbed onto my waist. Like I was a feather-light doll, he lifted me up and placed me on the edge of the bathroom counter. He scooted me to the edge and I wrapped my legs around him. Then I leaned back onto my hands and braced for his cock.

He gripped my hips tightly and pushed himself in, and the moan that fell from my lips was something I couldn’t help.

The sound of skin slapping skin filled the single restroom as my legs shook in his wake. With each thrust he took, my entire body jiggled for him. His hands wandered up my body, squeezing my tits and running down the sides of my torso. It was like he couldn’t get enough of me.

It was like I couldn't have enough of him.

He fucked me harder and harder, blurring the lines between pain and pleasure as I thrust myself forward. I had lost control of my body. Of my actions. Of the verbal reel inside my head. Instead of chanting how I needed to stay on task and break his heart, my mind was only chanting one word. The word I’d come to associate with Chris from the moment I laid eyes on him.

More.

The word kept running through my mind again and again.

Throwing my arms around his neck, I crashed our lips together. His hands cloaked my back as he slammed into me, his cock pulsing against my walls. I could feel him filling me. I could feel threads of cum shooting from his dick. Our tongues connected in a battle of fire as his hands splayed across my back. We breathed one another’s air and felt each other shivering. My body shook as his cum triggered my own orgasm, my body melting into him as I trailed kisses down his neck.

I buried my face into his body as I whimpered his name.

We stayed there like that. Clinging to one another as I leaked onto the bathroom counter of one of the nicest restaurants in Los Angeles. I didn’t understand why, but the sex simply kept getting better and better. It was mind-blowing. Earth-shattering. Exponential in ways I had never remembered it to be. I nuzzled into his neck as he placed kisses to the side of my head, then he sat me upright and pulled out from between my legs.

“Here, let me get you something to clean up with,” Chris said.

Then he turned on the light and I was met with the face of the man that had broken my heart.

Why did he have to have that face?