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amn it, Jenner, you’re drooling.”
I heard Walter’s comment, but my attention was on the brunette who was making her way across the restaurant. She had one hell of a body, wearing a tiny, low-cut red dress. Full Cs on display. The bottom of her dress hitting the center of her thighs.
And, goddamn it, it was climbing.
With each step, the hem rose half an inch. By the time she passed our table, I was hoping she wouldn’t bother pulling it down, giving me the view I was after.
I bet her pussy was fucking perfect.
Her stare, locking with mine, was the kind that mentally stripped off my suit. Her slight grin only confirmed that, those plump lips promising a blow job I’d never forget.
“Do you need a napkin?” Walter added.
The brunette continued to hold my gaze until she passed us, turning the corner into the entrance of the restaurant.
Now that she was gone, I shifted my attention back to Walter. “Holy hell.” I shook my head, lifting the dark cloth from my lap to wipe the corners of my mouth. “Did you see her?”
“She certainly had eyes for you.”
Walter Spade was my largest client. A hotel mogul I’d been doing business with since I’d passed the bar. For tonight’s meeting, I’d chosen the highest-rated steak house in LA, the scotch he was sipping over five hundred dollars a glass.
I smiled. “Do you blame her?”
He chuckled. “Tell me, are there any skirts in LA you haven’t looked under?”
I pushed my back into the chair, rubbing my hands together. “Hers.”
“Should I wager a bet that you’ll have her naked before we’re served dessert?”
This certainly wouldn’t be the first time a woman’s glance had enticed me enough to meet her in the hallway outside the ladies’ room and carry her inside, fucking her against one of the walls of the stall.
But Walter wasn’t just some client I could leave for thirty minutes.
Walter was the client.
The one who had helped me become a billionaire.
I got our waitress’s attention and pointed at our tumblers, signaling we needed a refill, before I replied, “The only thing we’re betting on tonight is the success of your upcoming hotel.” I shifted in my seat, crossing my legs under the table. “I know you mentioned you have several locations in mind. Have you made any decisions?”
Spade Hotels was the biggest independent chain in the world with twenty-six five-star hotels in his portfolio. This meeting was to discuss his plans for the twenty-seventh, which he wanted to open within the next twenty-four months.
Each build-out was becoming more difficult, unraveling hundreds of unchartered complications. The city would tie me up in permit issues, and the seller would bury me in thick, daunting negotiations. There was often litigation over the height of the hotel, the zoning, if the land housed animals or endangered vegetation. Months of research went into these projects, and that was before construction even began, which was another stage I legally oversaw.
“I do have a few ideas,” he started. “One that’s been marinating for over a year.”
Walter approached new ventures unlike the way I pursued women. He was strategic, not impulsive. He wanted to analyze each endeavor, plan the exploration, process the possibilities.
I wanted to taste and please and come, and then I wanted to wake up in my own bed.
Alone.
“Let’s talk about it,” I told him.
“Before we do, I want to hear your thoughts.” He turned his glass in a circle, the amber-colored liquid sloshing against the sides. “You’ve traveled the world, Jenner. You’re in a plane more often than you’re on the ground. You’re at the age where people start having more disposable income and they like to travel in style. They might still fly coach, but they want thousand-thread-count sheets covering them at night. Where do the young and wealthy, like yourself, visit nowadays?”
I had two brothers who I used to do most of my traveling with. Since my youngest brother, Ford, had his daughter, Everly, his getaway time was more limited. My oldest brother, Dominick, was tied down with Kendall—his client turned girlfriend. The extent of my trips now happened solo, but when I was able to drag the guys away, there were a few spots we visited most often.
One in particular that had everything I was looking for in a destination.
“When a guy is in his twenties, he wants action,” I told him. “The pulse and vibrance of big, entertaining cities like Vegas, Miami, Manhattan, where they have the convenience of twenty-four/seven amenities. When men hit their thirties, their careers are more strenuous, and their mindset shifts. Rather than a slice of pizza from a pushcart and warm canned beer, we want a Michelin-rated restaurant and a fireplace across from our bed.”
“Wait until you hit your fifties.” He laughed, taking a large drink. “That fireplace will need to come with a remote with no less than a hundred channels on the TV, and if they don’t offer a two-hour massage at the spa, forget it.” He leaned his arms on the table, cradling the twenty-five-year-old scotch with both hands. “Tell me where this magical place is.”
I could see the scenery without closing my eyes. The vibrant colors of the fall foliage, the crispness of fresh, clean air, the snow-covered peaks. “Utah.”
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CLA was ahead by twelve points with a half still left to go. I needed them to beat Baylor University by at least fifteen to cover the spread, or I would lose the ten grand I’d wagered on this game.
March Madness—my favorite time of the year.
The boys and I always spent at least a week of the tournament in Vegas, where we planted our asses in the sportsbook, only leaving to eat dinner and go to the club, each day the same until it was time to fly home.
What would make day two even better was if UCLA pulled out a win.
And I knew the guys agreed—we’d all taken the same bet, wagering different amounts—some of us more vocal than others each time Baylor scored.
Ford was the loudest, slurring, “Fuuuck,” after the most recent dunk. He got up from his seat, pointing at the wall of TVs. “This game is making me fucking crazy.” He looked at me and then at Dominick. His head moved in slow motion, his knees almost buckling. His first mistake had been drinking on an empty stomach this morning. “I’m hitting the head. Need anything?”
Unlike my younger brother, I was pacing myself after waking up with an unbearable headache from last night’s shenanigans.
“You all right there, buddy?” I asked. “Do you need someone to hold your hand on the way to the restroom?”
He flipped me off. “Asshole.” When his arm dropped, he had to grip the back of the chair, so he wouldn’t collapse. “Jesus, I’ve turned into a lightweight. What the hell happened to my tolerance?”
I laughed. “Everly happened.” I set my empty beer in the bucket and grabbed a fresh one. “Don’t worry; by the end of the week, we’ll have you right back to where you need to be.”
“But it’s going to be painful as hell to get there,” Dominick added. “Tomorrow will be even uglier than today.”
“Fuck me,” Ford groaned, carefully taking a step back but almost tripping. “Need anything? Last offer.”
“I’m good,” I answered.
“Dude, we have a waitress,” Dominick reminded him. “She’ll get us anything we need, but I’m thinking we should ask her to get you some food.”
“Good idea,” I agreed.
“Hot fucking mess,” Dominick joked the moment Ford stumbled to the restroom.
“I really hope you’re not talking about Miami,” a girl replied to Dominick. From the corner of my eye, I watched as she took Ford’s seat. “I can’t afford for them to be a hot fucking mess.”
A breeze of her perfume found its way to my face.
With hints of cinnamon and pumpkin, she smelled like fall.
“Oh good, they’re up by fifteen,” she added. “You’re definitely not talking about Miami, then.”
She turned toward me, and I almost spilled my beer.Fucking hell.There was gorgeous—celebrities, models, social media stars.And then there was her.She had long black hair that seemed to never end. A petite, trim, well-taken-care-of body. Pouty, thick lips with a breathtaking smile and these screaming blue eyes that wouldn’t let you look away.A kind of beauty that made my mouth part, but nothing came out of it.“So, who’s the mess?” she asked me. “Or more importantly, who’d you take?” She grinned as she waited for my response, the glossiness of her lips taunting me. When I still said nothing, she continued, “I’ve got five hundred on Miami. I took the moneyline, parlayed the bet with the over.” She pretended to fan herself. “I’m trying not to sweat it out, but it would be a serious travesty if I lost.”She knew gambling and basketball.Goddamn it, that was sexy.All I wanted was to keep her talking, so I could continue gazing at her mouth—the way it almost pulsed as she inhaled, how
Dominick: I thought you were better than that. I’m disappointed in you, brother.Me: I just want to spend a little more time looking at her.Dominick: You’ll be doing plenty of that when she’s naked on your bed.Me: You’ve never heard of savoring?Dominick: LOL. We both know that’s not your style.It had never been my style; he was right.But, fuck me, this girl was worth it.She wasn’t parading around the sportsbook in a bikini top and leather shorts, like the waitresses in this section. Jo didn’t have to. Fully clothed in her cutoffs and oversize sweatshirt that exposed her shoulder and hot-pink bra strap, she was still a hell of a lot sexier than them. But there was so much more to her than just a delicious body. She had confidence that was more alluring than I’d ever seen along with wit, charm, charisma.“No need to quiz you,” I said, waiting for her eyes to return to me. “Besides, I have a feeling you can hold your own with football.” I just noticed the tiny freckles under her ey
That there was a massive wall of TVs and games and bets happening around us.I could only focus on him.This feeling in my body.This urge that was controlling me in a way I hadn’t ever experienced.I sucked in a deep breath. “Then, what’s stopping you?”“The second I taste you, I’m going to want more. I’m a greedy motherfucker, Jo. I won’t be able to stop with a kiss …”These were promises, not lies.His eyes confirmed that.Would one taste be enough?I knew that answer.In fact, every part of me could feel that answer.“So, what are you going to do, Jenner?”I held in my breath.Waiting.Longing.“Follow me to my room.”He wasn’t asking.Did I want him to?My skin was scorching, each swipe of his thumb igniting a new flame.“Now?”“Yes.” He stood, towering over me, making me feel so tiny in this chair. “Right now.”He held out his hand for me to grab.The second our fingers linked, a bolt of energy passed through me. I almost jumped from how strong it was.There was only one place m
ThreeJennerWhen it came to sex, there was only one role that had been designed for me.The lead.I needed the control, the domination, to follow the build and get lost in the release.It was the only time I could escape the thoughts of work, when I was truly out of my head, when my responsibilities melted away and I was focused on something else.Right now, my complete attention was on Jo.And that fucking mouth of hers.She wanted to know where I wanted it, and at first, I told her I wanted it everywhere. But that direction needed some clarification because my cock was throbbing much harder than my lips.“Get on your knees.”A blush moved across her cheeks, reaching as high as her eyes. “You want my mouth on your dick? This doesn’t surprise me.”“I need to feel how well you suck.”As she got into position, she took ahold of my shaft, pumping it with her fist. “From your body to this, there’s nothing small about you, Jenner.”I chuckled.The moment she’d taken off my clothes, her st
She did.She ground over my shaft, twisting her body at the bottom of each dip, caging me inside her cunt.“Fuuuck.” I released her nipple. “If you keep that up, it’s not going to be yours for much longer.”“Maybe that’s what I want.” She breathed against my cheek. “Maybe I want to feel you come because there’s nothing sexier than watching a man lose himself.”Damn it, that was hot.A woman who wanted to please me as much as I wanted to please her.“Then, fuck me,” I told her. “Fuck me like I’ve never been fucked.”It was as if a switch went off.Her speed wasn’t what changed, nor was it the power she used.This was deeper.More intimate.A tightness that came from within.She reached behind her back to cup my balls while she bounced over me, keeping my shaft lodged inside her, turning her body in different directions to gain friction from every angle. And as she tickled my sack, my balls started to tighten.The sensation building.“Damn it.” My fingers rubbed her clit, my other hand
I sighed. “No, but I was mentally tied to him in every possible way. He knew my body, like he’d been studying it for years. And he made me feel things”—I shook my head—“things I’d never felt down there or anywhere before.”“I’m literally shook right now.” Her eyes widened. “You’re not the girl who sleeps with a dude on the first date—or even the third, never mind a man you knew for twelve seconds.”“It was more like fifteen minutes.”“That’s not the point we’re going to debate right now.” She rolled her eyes. “I really need to get over the fact that my best friend was having mind-blowing sex while I was fighting with Lex and Court over what bathing suit I should wear because we all ironically chose the same color and that’s just a pool day no-no.”I touched her greasy, suntan-oiled arm. “You know when you stare into the eyes of a man, and in a single second, a jolt comes through your body that tells you he owns every ounce of you? And no matter how hard you try to fight it, he’s going
“I was afraid of that.”“I gave him my number. Who knows? Maybe he’ll reach out. Or maybe I just had the best sex of my life and—” My voice cut off when my cell vibrated from the table between us. I’d forgotten that I’d even set it there.I glanced at the screen.Unknown: It’s Jenner … I can still taste you.I looked up just as Monica said, “It’s him, isn’t it?”I nodded. “I think I just died.” I held the phone toward her, showing her the message.“Damn … I think I just died too.”“How the hell do I respond to that?”She grinned. “You know exactly what to say to that man.” She nodded toward my phone. “You have some serious magic too. Now, go work it, girl.”“All right, wish me luck.”Me: I can still feel you inside me.Jenner: I want to taste you again.Me: Yeah? How badly?Monica cleared her throat. “Jesus, you’re glowing.” I gazed up at her as she added, “I mean, legit fucking glowing. Like you used a highlighter instead of bronzer.”I touched my cheek with the back of my hand. “I d
Her head fell back as she laughed—something she’d done before and something that drove me fucking wild. “You definitely fucked me hard enough. I don’t even know if I’ll be able to walk tomorrow.” She headed for the door and waved before opening it.“I’ll see you later, Jo.”As she left, I took in the view of her ass. Even though I’d just been holding it, even though I’d kissed across her cheeks when she was spread over my bed, I still couldn’t stop staring.That body.That freshly fucked pussy.That satiated smile she gave me as the door closed.Goddamn it.Who the fuck is this girl?I turned and headed into the bedroom, putting on the outfit I’d laid out for the evening—a pair of jeans and a button-down, a sports coat on top. I made a quick stop to the bathroom to brush my teeth and spray on some cologne. As my hands were under the faucet, water pouring onto my fingers, I decided not to clean my face. Doing so would wash away Jo’s scent, something I could still smell on my beard.I w