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Diamond
Despite wanting to talk, Joelle remained silent.
Diamond sensed something was bothering Joelle, making him antsy about fixing whatever it was.
She’d have no problems if you kidnapped her . His vicious thoughts whispered. He’d care for her in all the ways he’d never craved. There was a constant thirst to be near her.
He enjoyed listening to her voice. She always had much to say, more than any other woman he’d ever known, but he’d never minded the rambling. He found out all kinds of info that way. For example, he knew she enjoyed sunnier days rather than the snow. She detested snow. He also knew her favorite meal was mac and cheese made with bacon bits and real gruyere, no fake cheese. And her passion in life was painting.
Within the short time he’d known Joelle Snow, he discovered her forgetfulness, clumsiness, and dry, sarcastic sense of humor. She would often appear lonely and lost in her thoughts. Diamond had accumulated plenty of poignant details about her. Still, he couldn’t figure out the reason behind her silence when she was usually the woman who filled the space with endless words.
“Bluebell, you’re not saying a lot.” He coaxed and heard her sigh.
“Sorry. I don’t know what to say now that I’ve called you. I shouldn’t have. I wanted to hear a voice.”
Instead of talking to the people in her house, she’d contacted her surly bodyguard. Why did that break his fucking heart open?
“You wanted to hear my voice.” He said what she wasn’t saying.
After a second, Joelle answered. “Yeah, I guess I wanted that.”
“Did you talk to your father after I dropped you off at home?”
“Do you mind if we don’t talk about him, Diamond? He makes me mad, and I’m trying to let this red wine mellow me out.”
“You’re drinking?”
“Just a tiny bit. What were you doing before I called?”
“I was about to head to bed.”
“Darn.” She cursed. “Sorry. I’ll let you go.”
“Stop apologizing. I wouldn’t talk to you if I didn’t want to.”
“Okay,” she said after a second. A smile in her voice. And he liked the sound of that much better than her being sad over a prick father.
“Hey, Diamond?”
“Yeah?”
“Does anyone call you River?”
He half smiled. Bet she’d been curious about his name ever since he gave it to the simpering twat at the party. Diamond had felt the first twinge of jealousy as he’d watched her from a distance while the guy all but lapped up her beauty with his drooling tongue hanging out. The snap decision to interrupt their conversation wasn’t something he regretted.
“Not really. My parents when I see ‘em. Or Axel, if I fuck up.”
He heard her chuckling, and then there was a rustling sound as if she were beneath sheets.
Fuck . Diamond hoped Joelle wasn’t in her bed. He could have done without that picture in his mind.
“I can’t see you fucking up. You seem competent in everything you do.”
It was a nice compliment, but he was far from perfect. He screwed up like most men.
There was another shuffle, unmistakably the sound of sheets. Fuck his weakness . He wiped his face and grabbed the beer, downing it to cool off.
“Joelle, are you in bed?” he had to know.
“I am.” And then. “Diamond...”
Just the way she said his name, he sensed what was coming next because the lower half of his body went stiff until he had to use the heel of his palm to grind against his erection. She’d only said his name in that smoke-filled way, and his body conjured filthy, wrong ideas.
He silently begged her not to say whatever was on her mind.
According to the old ladies, he didn’t pick up on female flirting cues, but his body only heard his name out of Joelle’s lips, and the signals were blaring in his balls.
“If I asked you what you’re wearing, would you tell me?”
She fucking went there, didn’t she? Diamond swallowed a groan around the pulsation of lust in his throat and lower in his gut.
Joelle hadn’t called for a regular conversation. The naughty girl wanted to talk about sex.
Diamond was not a strong-willed man.
Why would some higher being test him right now? He’d grappled with his principles for days.
He wanted her, that much was clear. In a terrible way, and he was tempted to say fuck it and have her.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Bluebell.” Even to his ears, his voice sounded like he’d been inhaling pure sex.
Her laugh was soft, teasing, and husky, and it went right down to his already too-hard dick. She had a voice made to moan during sex. Their kiss had scorched him to the bones and made him think about fucking her on every surface he could find, treating her rough and sweet until she was a sopping mess. Now he had to contend with knowing she was in bed and horny as fuck for him .
“I don’t mind games, especially if we both win.”
“Is that what you want? For us both to win?”
“Am I being honest?” She sounded vulnerable, like she couldn’t decide whether to speak her mind or brush it off.
“Babe, never tell me lies.” He issued gruffly. Fuck his rogue tongue. He had to bail on this conversation before things got out of hand, but he clung to his phone and didn’t attempt to hang up on her.
Not when he could hear her little puffs of air, imagining how heavier her breathing would get if he were between her thighs, lapping her until she sobbed his name.
By god, he’d make her scream the whole place down if he got his mouth between her pale thighs.
Diamond felt beads of sweat on his forehead, and he held his breath, waiting for her reply.
“I’d ask you to keep talking, just say any words in your deep voice so I... so I can.” She paused for a second time, and everything in Diamond’s oversized body came alive. His nerve endings buzzed on her frequency, picking up what she wasn’t vocalizing. His skin got so hot he thought he might have caught five cases of the flu. And the arousal, the fucking arousal , never felt this strong before as he shifted his hips in the air just for the slightest relief from his shaft.
This woman was killing him in the sweetest way possible.
“So you can what, Bluebell? Say it. Don’t stop now.”
Yeah, he wasn’t backing this train into the station. He couldn’t even if he tried to. Her voice and vulnerability had grabbed hold of Diamond by the balls, by the throat, by the very fiber of his desire, and she wouldn’t let go.
When all he heard was her light panting, there was no way he was letting her shut down now. She’d opened this door, and Diamond was willing to kick it in to get the answer.
“So I can get off to your sexy voice.”
Diamond chuckled. Hot white lust swirled in his gut. The all-consuming lust that didn’t come along often, the kind that made a man insane if he tried to ignore it.
He’d been turned on for days, ignoring it until he snapped at everyone. Even his men had noticed. It was Joelle’s fault. She walked around in those sexy outfits and drove him wild. She glanced his way, and he wanted to put his hands all over her. She existed, and he got hard.
He could easily go to the clubhouse in minutes and be balls deep in a warm, welcoming body. But the thought of getting that empty climax didn’t fill him with excitement as it once would have. Even though being attracted to Joelle Snow pissed him off, he hadn’t detached himself from the situation. If anything, he’d put himself in her path even more because that pulsing desire was a drug, and he craved it even more.
“Please, don’t make fun of me.”
“I wouldn’t do that,” he rasped. And between one breath and the next, Diamond made one of his poor decisions again. Shooting forward in his seat, he almost hunched over his phone like a desperate man. “I want you to do something for me.”
“What’s that?” she was all breathy.
Was she already touching herself?
Fuck . Those lucky fingers. Images stacked up behind Diamond’s closed eyelids. How Joelle would brazenly widen her legs to get to the wetness between, frantically fingering her swollen clit, chasing those electric zaps of pleasure, making them grow until she couldn’t stand it and would have to push two fingers into her tight little cunt for relief.
Joelle was so tightly wound that Diamond had no problem picturing her as a livewire when she came. She’d let go with abundance.
“Diamond.” She broke into his filthy thoughts. “What did you want me to do? Is it to hang up and stop embarrassing you?”
He chuckled again. “No, nothing like that. First, I want you to tell me what color you’re wearing.”
“Red.” She answered instantly.
“A nightgown?”
“Erm. No. Only panties.”
She was talking to him on the phone, curled up in her vanilla-smelling bed, wearing only panties.
RIP his dick.
“Red,” he repeated. “That’s nice.” It was passionate. And it suited her.
“You never told me what you’re wearing.”
“Gray sweatpants.”
“Shut the front fucking door. No, you are not!” she shrieked in his ear, and Diamond winced. His hearing would not recover.
“Babe, I wouldn’t lie about what I’m wearing.”
“Oh my god, slut gray sweats.” She moaned, low, sultry, and a blatant invitation to sin with her. “You made it worse, Diamond.”
“What did I make worse?”
“The ache. It won’t go away.”
Her words hit him hard because it was a sweet sexual pain, and all she wanted was for him to make it better.
“This is what I want you to do. Are you listening, Joelle?”
“Yes.” She breathed, and he could tell from that one exhaled word that Joelle was already touching herself. He’d give anything to see her legs spread and both hands between them, one holding her soaked lips open while the other one strummed the pleasure of where it hurt the most.
“You’re going to make that fire you’re feeling into a fucking inferno.” He considered turning the phone call into a video chat to see the bloom of color on the prime points of her cheeks, but thought she’d prefer the anonymity of this instead. “You’ll slip a hand into your sinful red panties for me, Joelle.”
She gasped, and it touched him all over.
“You’re doing that already, babe, aren’t you?”
“Maybe...”
“No lies, Bluebell.”
“I was only touching the crotch of my underwear because I’m aching there.”
Fucking hell. Diamond tasted blood, and he realized he was biting the inside of his cheek.
“Well, now get inside those sinning red panties, Joelle, and feel how nice it is, how slippery wet you can make yourself.”
“ Oh, god .” She moaned right into his ear like she was sprawled on the couch with him. He’d fucking devour her if she were. He wouldn’t leave a drop behind. If she was wet now, it would be nothing to what his tongue would do to Joelle.
“That’s right, you tease all that ache to the surface. Do you feel it building until you can’t stand it?”
“Yeah,” she panted now. “I can, Diamond .”
She sharply exhaled through several minutes, and he listened like the dirtiest pervert, talking her through it until he had to grip the edge of the couch with his free hand every time she whimpered his name in that pleading way, which got him harder than a spike.
“Here’s what’s next, babe. You’re messy wet now, aren’t you?”
“Very. Yes.”
He could picture it. The dirty pig he was, he wanted snapshots of her, exactly how she was in her current, horny state. He wanted to see her glistening with her come and his. He’d frost her from top to bottom.
“That’s so fucking hot, babe. You’re slicked up and ready. But don’t come.”
“What?” she shrieked. “You must be crazy.”
Diamond chuckled at her disobedience. She was like a kid chasing the ice cream truck, but he wasn’t letting her have that treat yet. He wanted her to wait, to scream her way through needing it until she thought she might burn alive.
“Gentle your fingers, Joelle. I know you’re all hot and swollen with your tight cunt so empty, needing to be filled with something so thick it will hurt at first.”
“Oh, don’t say that.” her little whimpers were straight-up heroin in his blood, and Diamond gulped the sounds like he might die if he didn’t.
He could barely catch a breath, and he’d wanted to stroke off for the past half hour, resisting only because she wasn’t here to take it into her mouth, on her gorgeous tits, or jetted inside of her pussy.
He saw the irony of knowing what he shouldn’t be doing but doing it anyway and wanting it more than his next heartbeat.
“It’s time to slow those fingers, Bluebell.”
Her pleading whimper was sweet agony. “But I was right there.”
He couldn’t stop her if she came, but he wanted to control her orgasms, to see how she’d beg for them.
“And you’ll get it, I promise.”
Her sex sounds went through him like fire. “Do you mean it?”
Why was that hot as fuck?
He’d dabbled with orgasm control in the past, but nothing at a distance. Joelle could easily hang up and come her brains out, but she listened to him when he told her to make it teeter on the edge for as long as she could stand it.
“Trust me,” he rasped into the phone. “Now, keep playing and back off when you feel it getting too close, babe. Can you do that for me? I want you so wet your fingers slide around your tight little clit. And if you put anything inside you, it’s only fingers, right? No toys.”
“I didn’t know you were cruel.” She whined so hot he had to swallow his groan.
“Joelle, are you listening, baby?”
“Yes. I’m listening, but it’s hard.”
He heeled over his cock. Tell him about it.
“I’m hanging up now, but you’ll get to come the next time you hear me.”
“No, you can’t go now!”
Her hunger grabbed him by the throat. She sounded so desperate, so fucking starved for it.
“Didn’t I say to trust me?”
She gave him confirmation.
Diamond didn’t know if he could trust himself.
Not with Joelle.
She was like the out-of-reach candy.
The forbidden fruit.
She exceeded his league by miles.
The untouchable tiara-wearing princess.
But he wasn’t considering the logical reasons as he hung up on her. He then jackknifed off the couch, grabbed his keys, and shoved his feet into his workout sneakers. The snowfall meant he had to take the Ford 150, but he made good time to the Snow mansion with the empty roads between their places.
If the butler thought it was weird how Diamond was at their house well after midnight, wearing only his workout clothes, his face didn’t show it. “Left my wallet upstairs.” He lied.
“Of course, Sir. Come right in. Is there anything I can do for you?”
“Nope.”
Nothing would have deterred Diamond at that moment.
And that’s what made him feel so damn dangerous.
His one-track mind took him through the house maze, following the path he’d walked for days now, up the long staircase to the wing where a woman was waiting for his call but was about to get something more personal.
He just hoped Joelle was ready.