Page 136

“I’m not—” I start to argue, but the caress of his breath cuts me off as he speaks again.

“Ah-ah, Sofia baby, don’t forget our terms.”

Facing my food, I peek over to Sienna, and a curious look floats across her face, but it doesn’t stay. She’s too caught up in her former boss whispering in her ear.

Thank God.

“Can we just finish eating?” I clip, gathering a forkful of chicken spaghetti and rushing to shove into my mouth.

“I already finished.” Jett smiles beside me, leaning back fully in his chair.

When my eyes flick right to the length tenting his pants, my core clenches, and I move my seat over just an inch or two so I’m not so damn close to him.

“Well, get another serving, and put that fucking thing away.”

“I’d prefer a serving of something else,” he murmurs, throatier and more seductive.

“It’s going to have to wait.”

“Fuck that. Excuse yourself and go to the first bathroom on the left once you make it down the hallway.”

“I know where the fucking bathroom is,” I whisper-shout.

Feeling out of my head, my pulse rises, knowing I can quickly get up and feel the serenity of his touch on my skin.

But no, I can’t fucking hook up with him here. No. This isn’t happening. This can’t happen.

“This is what you’re going to do. When you get to the bathroom, lock the door and wait two minutes to call me. Let it ring twice and hang up. When I knock twice, I want your pants and panties on the sink, and you facing the towel rack. Do you understand?”

Unable to process a quick enough response, I let my body decide for me.

“Okay,” I say on an exhale.

“So smart, Sofia baby.”

This is fucking happening.

Inside the bathroom, I take a deep breath and wait two minutes to do what I’m told. The next few minutes that pass feel like hours, until I finally hear two light knocks. I place my clothes on the sink, before unlocking the door and assuming the position.

For some reason, even after being with more men than I can count, and getting burnt out almost instantly, with Jett, the fire that sparks within my stomach is always doused in gasoline right before he lights it.

With my face toward the wall, I latch my hands onto the brass towel rack, praying the sweat pouring from my clammy hands doesn’t embarrass me before Jett can enter.

The door creaks open, and my heart sinks to my ass.

With quickened breaths, I trace the pattern of the hand towel under my fingers until the door finally clicks.

“God, Fia, I wanted to wait, I really did, but if I only have you as mine for a short time, I can’t waste even a second.”

Shifting between my feet, I shiver when Jett’s warm hand finally meets my bare ass. Preparing myself for his touch, I tense just slightly, expecting his calloused fingers to enter me without warning.

What I don’t expect is where he goes next.

Sinking to his knees, he taps the inside of my thighs, and I widen without hesitation.

“What are you doing?” I whisper.

“I have to taste you. I’ve been thinking about putting my face in this pretty pussy all day.”