“Tell me what happened,” he said as his lips started to work my jaw.
What were we talking about? What was I supposed to tell him? All my mind was thinking about was dick plus vagina makes me one happy girl.
He stopped his lip magic and said, “You’re not talking.”
“I’m sorry but it’s kind of hard to focus when you’re making out with my neck. Not that I’m complaining.”
“Why don’t you like Keylee?”
“Because she’s a skank. Why? Am I supposed to like her?”
Jett let out a frustrated breath as he looked at me. “Why don’t you like her and you have to give me a reason.”
“I told you,” I huffed out. “She was claiming you in the bathroom and was talking about Lot 17, whatever the hell that is and then before she left the bathroom, she was talking about how she was going to be in your club in no time. What the fuck does that mean? Are you going to make her a Jett Girl?”
My gut twisted from the thought of the kiwi coming to work at the Lafayette Club. I couldn’t even toy with the idea, it made me sick to my stomach.
“No, Goldie. I’m not. She is part of the elite crowd, she doesn’t need the Lafayette Club.”
“Oh,” I replied as I read his underlining statement. She was too good for it, unlike me who wouldn’t survive without the club.
“Don’t,” he reprimanded. “Don’t let one sour thought cross your mind, you got it?” I nodded and tried to keep my facial expressions even as my stomach continued to tie in knots.
“I just don’t like her. She was too friendly with you.”
“We’re friends, you know?”
“You’re mine,” I shouted, making him jump back for a second, then the most delicious smile crossed his face.
“Say it again,” he said in a husky voice as his chest heaved.
“You’re fucking mine,” I stated as I grabbed his shirt and pulled him down to my lips. His forearms landed on the floor and he encased my face with his strong hands. His thumbs ran circular motions around my cheeks as he kissed me back, with the same force that I was kissing him.
One of his hands ran down my side and connected with the opening of my slit where he guided my dress up a little farther. I waited breathlessly for his next move, for him to figure out my little surprise.
His hand kept moving forward and once it hit my hip, he pulled away from me and looked down into my eyes confused.
“Are you wearing any underpants?”
With a smirk, I shook my head no.
His jaw clenched as he studied me. I waited nervously for his reply.
“When were you going to tell me this?”
“I wasn’t,” I replied as I moved my hips into his, eliciting a groan from him.
“You’ve been very naughty, little one, keeping such a secret from me.”
“Isn’t naughty good?”
“Do you have a response for everything?”
“Almost always,” I said with a grin.
He bowed his head and shook it as he tried to regain himself.
The limo came to a stop and Jett looked up to see out the window. He got up off me and pulled me up onto the seat.
He leaned into my ear as the car door opened and he said, “Your time is up, little one. Meet me in the Bourbon Room in five minutes. Stand in the middle, next to the table, wear one of your business shirts and make sure your hair is pulled back into a ponytail. I plan on riding the fuck out of you tonight while I grip that beautiful mane of yours.” He didn’t give me a chance to reply because he was out of the door in no time.
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
Chapter Fourteen
“Without Me”
Jett
I needed to calm my racing heart before I went into the Bourbon Room since it was going about a mile a minute right now. The night was a success for not just business reasons but also when it came to Goldie. Now that she is mine, I’m moving forward with the decision to claim her and I really felt like we made a connection tonight, we had an understanding for each other.
I liked her being jealous about Keylee, it made me feel needed, something that I’ve been yearning for. Natasha did a number on me and now that Goldie, this strong and attractive woman has claimed me as hers, I’ve never felt so invigorated before. It almost seemed too easy with Goldie but I wasn’t going to think about that too much because she was what I wanted in my life, she was the missing factor I’ve needed and even though I erred on the side of caution, I was going to enjoy what I was willing to give her right now.
Knowing she’s been waiting for me, I took my jacket and tie off and unbuttoned my shirt but kept it on as I rolled up my sleeves and headed to the Bourbon Room, I had some playing to do.
When I entered the room, I was pleased with the purple lighting that lit up the sides of the walls and the lonely light that gracefully shone down upon Goldie who was standing next to the table with her Jett Girl attire on, besides her mask, and her hair pulled back. She was impeccable to look at. The perfect form of beauty was staring right back at me.
Her eyes took in my entire body, starting from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. Heat blazed in her eyes as I walked closer and I could not be happier with her reaction. She was giving me everything I needed, the confidence to approach her and the attraction to pursue such a fine specimen.
When I reached her, I lifted her chin so I could look her directly in the eyes.
“Do you have something to say to me?” I asked, no longer holding my breath for her answer because I knew, the moment I slipped my collar around her neck, she was mine and she would never deny me…ever.
“I’m here to submit to you, Jett.”
“Good, now walk to the bathroom,” I said while pointing toward a closed door. I knew she was slightly confused since she had never seen that part of the Bourbon Room before but with a nod, she started walking. “But first, unbutton your shirt for me and leave it on.”
She lit up as she turned to fully face me and slowly, and like the man-eater she was, she unbuttoned her shirt, inch by fucking slow inch. She was driving me crazy and she knew it.
Once the shirt was unbuttoned I was pleased with the fact that she was naked underneath, even though I didn’t ask her to be. It just made my job that much easier.
“You please me, little one. Now, go.”
With a smile on her face, Goldie listened to me as I followed close behind. The bathroom was quite large and was all white marble with large mirrors spanning from one end of the room to the other, exactly what I wanted.
I went up behind her and turned her toward the mirror so she could see herself. She pressed her body against mine and tilted her neck to the side to make room for my head. We looked at each other in the mirror as my hands glided up her sides, underneath her open shirt.
“Look at how beautiful you are,” I whispered into her ear as my hands found her hip bones.
“You make me feel beautiful, Jett.”
“Then I’m doing my job,” I replied as I kissed her earlobe. “Grip the edge of the counter with your palms down.” Moving quickly, she did as I told her. I pulled her hips out so she was now leaning over, making her breasts hang dangerously close to the opening of her shirt. She was so enticing.
“Now hold still and don’t move.”
I went into the Bourbon Room, grabbed my iPad and turned on “Without Me” by Fantasia and played it through the bathroom speakers. The beat was slow and methodic, perfect for what I had planned for Goldie.
When I entered the room, Goldie’s eyes met mine in the mirror and I could tell at that moment that she was already wet without having to feel her. She was lit up with heat, for me.
“I’ve been waiting too long for you,” she said.
“With patience comes great reward, little one, a lesson that will do you well to learn.”