chapter 19
Jaxon
MY LITTLE TEMPTRESS. I love it when she’s confident; nothing turns me on more.
“And what do you plan on doing with me exactly?” I ask, leaning back on the couch and watching her, like a wolf watches its prey. I know I said tonight could be for her, but I’m not going to say no if she wants to please me. It’s up to her though, there’s no pressure for her to do anything. Naked, she stands in all her beauty, giving me a show of that stunning body. From her tiny waist to her sexy wide hips and perfectly shaped thighs, the woman is a fucking goddess. She brought me to my knees, and apparently she’s about to return the favor. She lowers herself in front of me and reaches out, a little timidly, to undo my belt. I lie back and make no movement. This is all on her. If she asks me for something I’ll give it to her, but otherwise I’m just going to sit here and see what she’s going to do. She gets the belt undone and then lowers my zipper.
“Help me slide these off,” she says, so I quickly remove my shoes, then slide the jeans down my ass and thighs. She pulls them off my legs. I’m left in my boxer shorts and my shirt, which is the next thing she demands that I lose. “Take your shirt off. And your boxer shorts.”
I oblige, removing the items, then sit on her couch butt naked. She takes me in from head to penis, starting with my eyes, then down to my chest, my pecs, my abs, and then my cock. She lingers on my cock for a few moments, her eyes going wide. “It’s even bigger than the guys on the video,” she mutters, raising her eyes. “I knew it.”
“Babe,” I grit out, my cock practically pointing at her, begging for some attention. She’s naked in front of me, on her knees, those tits right in front of me, and I’m about to lose my damn mind.
Oh, right. I’m being patient.
I take a deep breath, control my body, and relax.
What’s a little blue balls, right?
She licks her lips, then takes my cock in her hands at the base. Then she lowers her head, licking the tip before sliding as much as she can into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it.
Fuck.
I gently run my hands through her hair, making sure I don’t push her head down or anything like that. That video she was watching must have been extremely educational, because everything she does feels so good. She starts pumping her hand at the base and using her mouth on the head, a combination that has me on the edge. A few more deep sucks, and yeah, that’s me done.
“I’m going to come, Scarlett,” I grit out between clenched teeth. I try to gently move her head back because that wasn’t a fucking warning. I’m about to explode. “Scarlett.”
She doesn’t move, or let go of me.
She keeps sucking until she’s wrung every drop of my come out of me.
And then she swallows it, and licks her lips afterward.
Fuck.
I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.
“Wow,” I breathe, picking her up and bringing her onto my lap. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
“You liked it?” she asks, burying her face in my neck.
“You couldn’t tell?” I tease, stroking my hands down her back. “It was perfect. You’re perfect. Loving that is not something I can fake, Scarlett.”
“That’s true,” she says, kissing my neck, amusement in her tone.
We just hold each other for a little while, feeling my skin against hers for the first time, peppering soft kisses on whatever part of her I can find. Her skin is so pale, soft, and smooth; I could touch it all day. She has a rare beauty about her, almost an old-school beauty, like she should’ve been born in an earlier era. I don’t know how else to explain it. She just has something about her that is so different from all the women I’ve been meeting.
“Can we go to my bed now?” she asks after a while, not letting go of me.
“You want me to stay the night?” I ask, thinking how much I’d love to have her in my arms all night long. I can’t remember the last time I actually stayed the whole night in a woman’s bed without sneaking out in the early hours.
“Yes, of course,” she says, sounding sleepy and sated, and I haven’t even been inside her. I definitely think we should save that for another day considering the way tonight escalated. I stand with her in my arms and carry her to her room, laying her down on the white sheets, then sliding in next to her. She rests her head on my chest, wrapping her arm around me, and falls straight to sleep. I can’t remember the last time I cuddled a woman all night, but I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else right now.
The second my eyes close, I fall asleep.
I WAKE UP FEELING warm and content.
Scarlett is still fast asleep next to me, so I gently slide her off me and get out of bed. Luckily for me I woke up early enough to head home and get ready for work, because we didn’t set an alarm. Wishing I had time to make her some breakfast, or perhaps pick something up for her, I write her a note and place it on the bedside table, kiss her forehead, then get into my car.
I already can’t wait to see her again tonight.
THE NEXT CASE I’M working on is another highly publicized one. A well-known television presenter by the name of Sharon Beetle has been charged with sexual assault against one of her coworkers. It’s going to be a long court matter with a lot of media attention because both involved are public figures.
After Ms. Beetle leaves my office, Hunter walks in, eyes wide. “She’s a babe.”
“See, you should’ve done criminal law,” I tease, cleaning up my desk.
“You saying all the hot women are criminals? I don’t know, I get my quota of hot single moms,” he jokes, dropping into the chair in front of me.
“Yeah, ones that are getting a divorce,” I remind him, smirking. “Have you ever gone there with any of them?”
“Nah,” he says, flashing me a grin. “I don’t shit where I eat. It’d be too messy to get involved with any of them, plus I see firsthand how money-hungry most of them are. Want to grab some lunch? I had a date . . . but well, that’s not going to happen now.”
“Why, what happened?”
“Well, she didn’t exactly look like her pictures. She lied. A lot,” he says, jaw going tight. “I think we need to go to Riley’s to make up for it.”
“You got catfished?” I ask, barking out a laugh. “Ahh, fuck. Sorry, bro. Come on, I’ll buy you lunch and a beer. Riley’s it is.”
“That would make me feel a little better,” he grumbles, playing with the watch on his wrist. “I don’t think online dating is for me.”
“Old ways are the best ways,” I advise, standing up and closing my briefcase. “What’s wrong? Have no game? And how come Kat, Tristan, and Yvonne aren’t in here giving you shit about this? Or is it only me who gets that?”
“As if I’m going to tell Kat,” he says, rising to his feet and stepping toward the door. “She’ll never let me live it down.”
“Tell me what?” Kat asks, sticking her head in. “What’d I miss?”
“Nothing,” we both say at the same time.
She looks between the two of us. “What happened? Is it women problems? Because I’ll have you know that I give excellent advice.”
Hunter and I share a look, then exit the room, walking past her.
She actually does give wonderful advice, if I’m being honest, but she’ll also give you shit about it later. She follows behind us, an amused expression on her face. “Oh, come on, I’m not that bad.”
I wave ’bye to her and exit the building.
Time to try to cheer Hunter up a little.