JAGGED EDGE: A BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE (ALPHA MALE) (5 page)

Chapter Six

Sammi

Sammi paced herself this night when it came to the wine. When it came to the meat and cheeses, she couldn’t stop herself. They sat in a corner booth, very cozy and close together.

Her hand had dropped several times onto his lap as he made her laugh. Jag looked to be enjoying himself. Doing payroll for businesses and also some tax prep for individuals, Sammi knew an honest expression—she’d seen horrified looks and also ecstatic joy when delivering her results.

…and Jag honestly looked happy. Why should she not see where it led?

What would be the worst thing, she’d have mind blowing sex with a billionaire?

If that was the negative, sign her up.

Although she knew the truth, but buried it down, that she could potentially fall for Jag. And as they ate, drank, and gazed romantically into each other’s eyes with the candlelight glow and the jazz band playing behind them, she knew the possibility of falling in love was high.

If there ever were a man who understood her, it was Jag.

“This place is a dream come true,” she sighed as she gazed about in wonderment.

“It reminds me of that one movie. What’s that one with Bogart, where they’re in the bar?”

“You mean Rick’s Place. Casablanca.”

“Yeah, that’s a good movie. I don’t have the attention span for most, but that one was good.”

“I don’t have the attention span for sports, so we’re even.”

“Do you mean I shouldn’t bring you to a sports bar anytime soon?”

“A sports bar is fine,” she said. Her cheeks started to hurt from smiling so much. “I’m just glad we’re meeting up again. We really wasted a lot of time.”

“That we did,” he said with hooded eyes. Her eyes felt heavy, too, like they were drunk on one another.

“Want another bite?” he asked.

Sammi had written down the type of cheese they’d served and she loved, especially the Wyke Farms Cheddar. And while Jag had been in the bathroom she looked it up on her phone, and holy shit, $200 a pound. She didn’t mention her observations to Jag.

It felt wrong to take another bite. Wrong, but so, so good.

“Thank you. This really is too much.” She threw her hands up to show off the marvelous space around her. They’d played up the fact it used to be an old prohibition joint with wooden casks all round. A wall of them, with red drapes and candles placed throughout, formed the wall behind their booth. Around the corner, the jazz band played and there were more hallways which led to a serving area, and rows and rows of wine.

Jag squeezed her hand. “You deserve this and so much more.”

“Like what?” Sami asked, and when she did, she might’ve batted her eyelashes a little in his direction.

His green eyes sparkled. His smile slowly stretched to the edges of his beautiful face. Jag stole her heart then, she knew it. There was no turning back now, if there ever had been a time.

“I want to say I feel bad for kissing you, but I don’t. I want to do it right now, and more. Maybe that’s selfish…”

Sammi caught herself chuckling. She bit her lip right after and gave Jag her best smoldering glare.

“It’s okay, kiss me now. I really didn’t mind as much as I let on, believe me. A girl’s got to play a little hard to get.”

He didn’t waste another second. His lips met hers again. This time, she met him with the same intensity, the kiss sending a bolt of excitement right down to her clit. She clamped her legs together as building lust stole her breath.

When she became aware of where she was again, she realized her hand had been on his lap. Right on top of his dick. She cringed inwardly and whispered, “Oops, sorry about that.”

He grinned devilishly at her “You were only playing hard to get?”

Jag’s hand swept up her thigh. Her legs clamped together, but he forced them wider and she didn’t resist. Her cheeks flushed as she leaned back, her eyes darting all over the restaurant, but no one paid attention to them in their private nook.

“What are you doing, Jag?”

“Giving you what you deserve.” His fingers traced the curve of her inner thigh. Jag pulled her dress higher, until her skin felt the cool air.

Sammi shut her eyes and bit her lip, humming to try to distract herself, but it didn’t work.

“
No
, I’m giving you what you
want.
”

He was right. Jag knew her well. Knew her body well too, it seemed. He knew exactly how horny she was. Her pussy throbbed and ached for him. The mood he’d set had been irresistible and again she leaned back, her thighs slowly spreading wider.

A wave of shame passed over her, but only for a brief second as Jag slid his hand into her panties. Sammi yelped and grabbed her napkin and bit down on it for a moment, then placed it back as Jag rubbed his fingers delicately over her wet, sensitive heat.

“Fuck, baby, you’re wet and ready for me.”

She nodded slowly. But when she heard their waitress talking over the band, she grabbed Jag’s wrist. “She’s coming.”

“And what about you? When do I get to make you come?”

Sammi tried to laugh at him, but it didn’t work. She only snorted and then blushed even harder until he pulled his hand back.

“That’ll be a first,” she blurted out before immediately regretting it. She quickly crossed her legs to get the throbbing to stop.

He’d made her lose her sense of control.

Jag’s intense, predatory look fell upon her after hearing the words. “You mean, you’ve never?”

“I…mean,” she stuttered before regaining her footing. “I have by myself. Not with…”

She knew that competitive look when she saw it. He’d made everything a competition when they were younger.

Once the waitress arrived, Sammi’s shortness of breath let up as she let out a sigh of relief. A moment later and he would’ve commented about her sexual problem, how no man ever satisfied her—something she didn’t want to discuss, because she was sure the temperature in her body would skyrocket. It already blazed.

The waitress, a cute younger girl with her hair in a bun, waited for their attention. “You’re invited to take a free wine bottle. Anything you want from the back.”

Jealousy spiked in Sammi as the girl kept her eyes on Jag. She wanted to fight for him, but Sammi didn’t have a violent bone in her body.

“We’ll look later,” he said with a curt nod. “A tour isn’t necessary.”

“Sure.” She got the hint and left.

Sammi was glad to see her leave as quickly as she arrived.

“Should we take a look?” He winked at her. Sammi was more than ready to leave the booth; otherwise. she was sure Jag would put his hands on her again. And she didn’t want to lose control in the presence of all of these people.

So she gladly accepted his hand to help her out of the booth as he led her to the hallways in the back. Sammi put one foot in front of the other, careful how she walked, her thighs still shaking from what Jag had done to her under the table.

Jag

She’s mine.

He always knew it. But he’d never had the balls to do anything about it. Leaving for years had changed him.

It made him a man of action.

His new mantra rang in his ears as he led her, hand on her lower back into the much darker wine cellar. Stone archways above them, they continued through the hallway filled with racks of wine and then swung right to find another set of pathways, like their own maze to explore.

A gnawing need clawed at his gut, his cock pulsating and pressing against his pants. Once they left the public dining room and started the tour, the base caveman in him emerged. Her fragrance intoxicated him, the way her hips sashayed mesmerized him. Jag led her further into the tomb-like halls so they could be alone…

Where he could do what no man had ever done to her before.

When she said no man ever made her come before, his jaw hit the floor. But he knew right away it was a challenge, one that he would need to accept. Jag would make her come—make her the happiest woman alive. He would see the most intense orgasm crash over that beautiful body and capture it in his memory forever.

“Do you see anything that you like?”

“I do,” he said, encircling her waist.

He pressed himself upon her as she spun around. His hard cock rubbed against her and she tightened in his arms, the thin layer of fabric even too much separating them right now. He needed her. Now.

When he’d played with her under the table, his fingers had caressed her smooth, velvety heat. Sammi had shaved herself bare. It drove him wild. But any way she groomed that hot pussy would definitely get him wild; the fact that she’d prepared herself for
him
was what had his testosterone surging, especially right now.

“I’m going to make you come, Sammi.”

“Sure…oh, you mean, right here?”

“Yes. Right here and right now. I don’t want to wait.”

Jag trapped her in his arms. “How did any man not want to devour you? I want to eat you right up, and have you creaming at the end of my tongue.”

“Jag, you can’t.”

“Oh, I can and I will.” Jag lifted her dress up her soft, creamy thighs, impressed with her smoothness as he reached higher to that wet heat he loved so much.

She braced herself against the wall, but Jag swept her in front of him so he’d be her only support. His cock against her back, raging and raring to go, he fixated on Sammi instead. He watched her succumb as he raised her dress over her plump, delectable ass and sank his hand into her panties again.

“Come for me, Sammi. I don’t care how loud you moan…”

“But, I can’t, not here.”

“Yes, you can, and you will.”

Once he touched her clit, it set her off. On her toes, she tried to escape, but as he continued to flick his fingertips over her swollen bud, she stopped fighting. He rubbed back and forth over her velvety lips, loving how soft and hot she felt while melting against him.

“This is crazy,” she moaned.

“How much I want you is crazy. So what? Come for me now. I want to see you come, want to show you how much you deserve. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

He hardly recalled the words he spoke after that, but the words came straight from his heart as he stroked her clit and she trembled against him. Jag never let go, no matter how much she thrashed feverishly against him.

“It feels so good,” she finally admitted.

“Yes.” He stopped pleasuring her clit for a moment as he greedily sank one finger into her tight entrance. Her pussy clenched around him before attempting to suck him in deeper.

“So fucking tight and wet. Come for me and imagine me inside you, buried all the way inside and filling that tight pussy with my seed,” he hissed.

“Fuck,” she groaned, and then she let go.

Her thighs spread wider as she braced against Jag. Loving the sight before him, Jag watched her in rapture, keeping his focus on pulsing his fingers in response to her every reaction. Before she hit her peak, he slid two fingers inside, thrusting against her sweet spot as she came.

In tandem, he thrust and rubbed, loving the sweet sound of her moans turning into a high pitched squeal.

He would remember that gasp as she hit her highest pleasure and knew he’d need to jerk off again to sleep tonight. He’d always remember how hot she’d been in the throes of passion and how hot it’d been to feel her gush on his fingers, her cries echoing in the wine cellar, then the high that swept over her as she lay back in his arms.

“That was incredible,” she panted. “You made me come.”

Sammi still sounded unconvinced, like she didn’t believe it’d happened. Brushing her hair away from her neck, he kissed her there on her smoldering, sensitive flesh. He squeezed her tightly, wrapping her in his arms and caressing her.

Her ass ground slowly against his cock. Precum dripped onto his boxers, leaving a stain, but he’d deal with that later—if he could ever walk back into the dining room. For now, he took a long drag of her perfume while his mouth watered for her.

But the spell broke once she covered her face with her palm. Shaking her head, she groaned, but not in the way he heard moments ago, while she’d been reckless and free.

“I can’t believe I screamed like that.”

“Do you want to bet I can make you scream louder?”

“This isn’t funny, Jag. I’m a mess, and I made a mess, too,” she growled as she hopped back and pointed at his hand.

Her juices still glistened on his fingers. He grinned at her but she didn’t smile; her eyes shone like daggers in the faint light.

“Is that all this is about, getting me off? Like it’s a competition?”

“Relax,” he said and wished he didn’t say it right away.

Telling someone who was angry to relax never went well.

“I’ll catch a cab back. I’m sorry, Jag. I’m not sure if this is going to work.” Sammi pressed the end of her dress down. Even in the heated moment, he needed to distance himself from watching her try to wiggle herself in there, her booty shaking as she did.

“What do you mean, it’s not going to work? It just
worked!
No other man in your life has made you come.” He snapped his fingers. “Then I did it, like that. What about it didn’t work? The proof is still on my fingers.”

“There’s a lot more to it than that, okay?” She got up in his face now, squinting at him. Jag rolled his eyes.

“I wanted to know you were serious.” Sammi tapped her foot before heading deeper into the darkness of the cellar. “This isn’t serious. Or normal for me. Getting me off in the back of a restaurant is far from normal.”

“Who wants normal? You want what could change your life. Has normal ever helped you?”

She circled him, stopping at the exit. “This is all happening too fast. I need to know you’re serious…and I need to be careful, because you’re right, what I tried before hasn’t worked.”

“Fucking you is how I show you I’m serious.” God, he really sounded like a caveman now. Jag shut up. He hoped soon that the blood would drain back from his dick to his brain. “What better way to show it?”

“I’m scared, Jag. That’s all I mean. I’ve never had a man interested like you are.”

“Then they were idiots. I know a good thing when I see it. And you’re precious and rare, and I’ll not stand idly by and let you out of my life. I’ll not make that mistake again.”