Suite 269 (13 page)

J
ameson was serious
.

Jameson was serious about the whole three-week thing.

He was serious and I just had my first orgasm since God only knows when on his fingers in the back of a cab.

That was the craziest thing I ever did. Every muscle in my body felt like liquid. Squishy, trembling liquid.

I tried to climb out of the cab on jelly legs and bounced right back down. Seriously, I never had an orgasm from someone doing that to me. Ever. Even
I
could barely get myself to come like that unless I used a vibrator. And I wasn’t allowed to have a vibrator since Kevin was insanely jealous of them.

Jameson had magical fingers. I knew I was in way over my head. He was very experienced and I wasn’t any good at that stuff.

“Here, let me help you, Miss.” I looked up to see the cab driver holding his hand out to me, waiting to help me pull myself all the way out of the car. Could he tell my legs were jelly? He smiled at me with a knowing look and my stomach exploded with fluttery waves. Holy cow, he just watched the whole thing, didn’t he?

The pervert winked at me and slowly licked his lips.

Oh, my God.

I’m like a…a porn star
.

One of those high pitched crazy giggles exploded out of my mouth.

“Thanks, man, but I got her from here,” Jameson said, grabbing my hand and helping me up. He shoved his way in between the cab driver and me and elbowed him back onto the curb. Laughing, he leaned into my hair and took in a deep breath.
Holy cow he was sniffing me
.

My palms clammed up and started sweating. I flattened my hands against my skirt and tried to rub them dry before taking Jameson’s hand. The same skirt I had rolled up around my waist in the back of the cab as he watched his fingers move into me until I exploded around them. A surge of heat tingled across my cheeks and down my neck.

This was insane.

I was supposed to be on my honeymoon and I was with my boss.

Who just made me come.

With his hand.

In a cab.

“What’s the matter?” he murmured, whispering the words into my neck as his hands slid around my waist. The heat of them, the heaviness of his warm hands on my body, sent waves of pressure deep inside me. I had to stand there and squeeze my thighs together hard.

“Hard to stand on Jello legs,” I whispered, clutching onto his arms tightly and tilting my face up to look at him.
God, he was gorgeous
.

Then I was yanked up off the ground as he scooped me into his arms and smiled. “Problem solved,” he smirked and carried me right through the front door of the most stunning resort lobby I’d ever laid eyes on.

I squeaked out a laugh and wrapped my arms around his neck, kicking my feet into the air. This was certifiable, what I was doing. Yet it felt so right, so good, so dirty that I couldn’t wait to see all the things we’d do.

“Welcome to Island Outpost,” a pretty brunette woman greeted from behind the registration desk. “What name is your reservation under?”

Jameson smiled and tipped his head closer to mine. “Can you stand? Is it okay if I put you down for a few minutes?”

I mumbled something incoherently. His lips were way too close for me to open my mouth and speak. I just ended up nodding stupidly.

He spoke low to the woman, explaining the situation of not having a reservation and asked for one of their most expensive
villas
. The woman smiled and typed away at her keyboard, rattling off all the amenities they offered with the honeymoon package.

“And we’re going to need extra insurance on the room as well,” he smiled.

I felt my eyebrows knit together as I glanced directly at him. “Why?”

One side of his smile tugged up higher than the other—giving me a sexy, lopsided grin. “Because, Lex,” he said, lowering his head even closer to me, “we’re definitely going to break their bed.”

Yes, please. Show me the way.

P
icture this
: We’re standing in front of the most beautiful villa. Vines of flowers and old world charm wrapped us in a romantic fairy tale vision. The sound of our own private beach hummed in the background as waves lapped softly against white-hot sand. The sun’s rays were hot on my shoulders as I stood staring at the wooden sign that read
SUITE 269.
It was all perfection, except I started to hyperventilate.

“This is a suite?” I mumbled, trying to gain some composure. “It’s more like a village hut on steroids.” Nervously, I wrung my hands together. I was terrified of opening that door and stepping inside. I was about to have premeditated relations with my boss. Very premeditated. I’d been premeditating for a while now. There’d been so much premeditation going on that my imagination was the only foreplay I needed. I was ready to go. No, not completely true—I was one thigh squeeze away from coming standing up. That’s how full of anticipation I was.

Honestly? This was huge for me, all kidding aside. I hadn’t been with anyone but Kevin for years. I was used to comfortable, boring, two-minute, unfulfilling sexual encounters with someone I lived with. Jameson Holt was almost a stranger to me.
And my boss
; I think I’ve mentioned this about a dozen or so times already. The boss part was wearing thin on me, though. It’s not as taboo feeling as I thought it might be. I mean, yeah, he was my boss, but so what? We were both consenting adults. The part that was so nerve-racking to me was that I just wasn’t sexually comfortable. I was shy about fitting into my own skin. Just like every other girl I knew. I mean, with Trager, I always kept my shirt on. Lights were off. It was always nighttime. He never complained. Not until he tasted something different, I guess.

I took a deep breath.

Jameson stood next to me, probably watching all my inner dialogue splash crazy expressions across my face.

I could do this
.

How hard could it be?

I mean, come on, I’m a smart, beautiful woman. I’m sure I am mechanically inclined enough to figure out how to have good sex with my extremely attractive boss and enjoy it. Right?

The door and the sky started spinning around me and strange, penis-shaped black spots danced in front of my eyes.

It was stupid. I was working myself up for nothing. Of course, I could do this. It was sex! People had been having sex for quite a while, right? It’s natural. Right?

Jameson shifted closer to me. My eyes automatically closed as I felt one cool finger trail down the back of my neck and over my shoulder. The sensation touched every other nerve ending on my body like a chain reaction.

Yes. I could definitely do this.

And after everything I’d been through with Trager the Mailroom Guy, I deserved it.

“Tell me now if you don’t want this, Lex.” His words contradicted his finger, which was trailing heat across my body. “Tell me to stop and I’ll stop now. But once we’re inside,” he said, moving his body behind mine and sliding his open palms over my hips. “Once we’re inside, you’re completely mine,” he murmured the words hotly into my ear, pressed his fingers into the fabric of my skirt, and clenched it in his fists.

I twisted around, breathing strangely, sliding my hands over the front of his shirt and feeling the hard muscles underneath. His hands reached up and fisted into my hair. It felt so good, so natural, so freaking erotic, that I leaned forward and kissed the bottom of his chin. “Yours. I’m yours,” I breathed against his skin.

Tugging back on my hair, he tilted my face up and his mouth crashed over mine. His tongue forced my mouth open demandingly and took complete control. I let out a small, achy moan and kissed him back hard. He tasted like mint and heat and I pressed myself against him for more, whimpering with need.

His body pressed hard against mine, shifting me back against the cool wood of the door. His skin was hot to the touch and his muscles were tight and coiled. When his hips pressed into my belly, the feel of his swollen, hard cock had me climbing up his chest, desperate to feel him between my thighs.

His hot hands slid down and cupped my ass, lifting me up, instantly allowing my legs to wrap low around his hips, and he rocked into me. Perfect fit. Once again, my skirt bunched up around my waist, giving him free reign. His hardness just beneath his pants pushed up against my panties, making me moan and grind back into him.
Jeeze, we were dry humping on the front steps like teenagers
.

His mouth dropped to my neck, his lips and tongue devouring every inch of it. Grasping fingers massaged my ass as his hips pumped into me. I felt him as if we were bare, his hard length rubbing over me while his hands pressed me desperately into him. Slow strokes rocking against me, not crazy Trager like trusts, but hard, long pumps.

“Need you so bad,” his voice was low and hoarse as his tongue slid over my collarbone, trying to get lower.

I reached down and turned the knob of the door until it slammed open with the weight of our bodies. We tumbled in, me still wrapped around his hips and his tongue deep in my mouth.

Jameson kicked the door closed behind us and slammed my back up against the nearest wall. “You’re still so wet, Lex. So wet, I can feel it through my pants.” His words spread fire through my chest and caused a blazing inferno to ignite between my legs.

I knotted my fingers in his hair as he spread his hands against the cheeks of my ass, slowly slipping the tips of his fingers under the wet elastic of my panties. His fingers were so close. So close to where I needed them—wanted them. An ache swelled inside me as I shifted to find a way to push his fingers closer, deeper, harder. I couldn’t get enough.

I groaned with frustration as he leaned his head back and unwrapped my legs from his waist. He raked a hand through his hair and backed away, chest panting. “Clothes off, now.”

His hands were already on the button of his pants, yanking them down then kicking them off. Then they were lifting the hem of his shirt over his head, and there he stood, in all his glory, naked in front of me.

Did I hear drums crashing? Symbols? An entire symphony of some angelic choir singing his praise?

I burst out laughing. “Sophia is a complete moron,” I said, unbuttoning my shirt and tossing it on the floor. Next came the skirt, which I dropped at the tips of his naked feet.

“Everything off,” he growled low. His eyes were locked on mine, lips parted, and he looked like he was having trouble breathing. Slowly, I slipped my bra straps over my shoulders and reached behind me to unhook it, letting the lace material fall limply to my feet.

“Every. Thing,” he whispered, swallowing hard.

I watched his eyes move over my breasts, following my movements. I hooked my fingers around the waist of my panties and slowly pushed them down my hips and thighs until they pooled at my feet.

His hands closed into fists and his cock visibly twitched and throbbed between us.

The way he looked at me. The way he stared at every inch of my naked body. The way his chest moved at a frantic pace and his tongue wet his lips. How his eyes lit like fire. I’d never felt so wanted, so beautiful, so sexy in all my life.

“Turn around. Bend over,” he said, darkly.

“Not too comfortable with people looking at my ass,” I whispered in a shaky voice.

“Look at it? Baby, I’m going to look at it. I’m going to kiss it, lick it, bite it, smack it—Lex, I’m going to
own
that ass.”

Must stay conscious…breathe Lex…breathe
.

My head thudded back against the wall. “Jameson…”

“Turn around and
bend over
,” he whispered, reaching for my hand and spinning me around. When I faced the wall, his hands slid across my lower back and up slowly along my spine, pressing me down and bending me forward. My palms reached up and leaned against the wall as he pulled my bottom out closer to him.

Kneeling down slowly, he kneaded my ass and hips with his hands until he was eye level with the most private parts of me. Then he tightened his palms into my flesh and spread me wide open. I dragged in a low gasp. My heart hammered wildly in my chest.

“Fuck, Lexi. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” He gripped even harder and pressed his lips against my opening, slid his tongue out and dragged it hotly up and over all my sensitive parts.

“I’m not…I’m not good at this…” I whispered in a small voice.

He bit my inner thigh and dragged his tongue and lips across my bottom to my hips and down again. “You’re perfect at this, Lex. Let go for me. I swear to God I won't stop until you come on my mouth.”

I closed my eyes and let out a shaky whimper.

No one had ever…

I reached up to better balance myself and his tongue swiped slow and wet over me again. “Oh, my God,” I breathed.

His mouth pressed into me further and then he was kissing and licking, biting and nipping. The heat from his mouth trailed over every inch of my flesh, his lips drew on every ridge and fold of my skin, and his tongue sank deeply into
everywhere
. His tongue moved in and out of me like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Pumping and plunging, dipping and thrusting—over and over again. Tension began to build, spreading out like a warm, coiling ache through my body.

The pressure made my knees weak. But before they buckled, James pinned me harder against the wall with his mouth and his words, “You taste so good. I can’t get enough.” He slid his tongue low, closed his lips over my clit, and sucked hard. Hot, wet, spiraling pressure throbbed through me. Shifting his grip on me, he dipped his head through my legs and latched his mouth onto my clit from the front. Then he gently slipped his thumb through my wet flesh and another finger into my bottom. “Ride me. Come in my mouth, baby,” he murmured against me, then sucked my clit between his lips so hard my body bucked and rocked against his mouth. His fingers pushed in deeper, harder. Low moans rumbled deep in his chest and I came apart against his lips, over his fingers, and in his mouth.