Page 10 of Heartless (Scathing Hearts #1)

Sienna

A few hours later, I squirmed in my seat at the back of another car. I’d had my first waxing appointment and a scrub massage. Waxing was not fun, but I could feel my panties against the smooth skin of my sex.

Jake and I would be alone at his place, and there would be a bed there. Or a sofa. I wasn’t fussed. Although I loved that he’d wanted to take it slow, I was more than ready to have sex with him.

A delicious, long-lasting shiver waved through me. For the first time, I understood that sexiness wasn’t so much in the clothes or shoes I wore but in that feeling warming my skin right now. I touched my chest and wondered whether my scar would be an issue.

****

Jake

“Thanks, Mort. Let her up.”

The Morrison girl had arrived. I was at the elevator seconds before its doors slid open.

A designer brand shopping bag dangled from her fingers. Her dress stopped mid-thighs, showcasing her long, smooth legs. Her fuck-me, high-heeled sandals matched her small purse. Fuck, she’d dressed for sex.

Out of the cabin, she smiled. “Good evening, Jake.”

I kissed her and slid my mouth to her ear. “You’re fucking beautiful. You take my breath away, sweetheart.”

“You too,” she uttered.

Focusing on her swollen lips, I couldn’t help but chuckle. “You’re not supposed to tell men they’re beautiful.”

Her lips curved around small white teeth. “Even if they are?” Shifting back, she handed me the gift bag. “That’s for you.”

“And a gift? Miss Morrison, are you trying to seduce me?”

She jerked back, and her mouth pinched. “My name is Winslow.”

Edging closer, I reached for her, but she retreated and hooked those fucking eyes onto mine.

“Is it important to you that I’m related to Nigel Morrison?”

I’d fucked that one up. I made my tone gentle and cupped her cheek. “Let’s start again. We’re going to pretend you just came out of the elevator, I’m going to kiss you, and when you call me pretty and give me a thoughtful gift, I’ll say thank you and kiss you again.”

Her chin dipped, and she stepped back. Fuck.

I touched the side of her neck. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

On a sigh, she lifted her gaze. “It’s just that since... My boss, who I’ve known since I was sixteen, fired me. By text. When I asked why, he brushed me off and said I didn’t need the money.”

Zook’s contact had blackmailed her boss into firing her, which had been easy since the married bank manager had been fucking his sister-in-law. I’d also asked him to block the payment of the house insurance.

She clutched her fingers around her purse. “Just so you know, I’ve bought this with money I’ve earned, but if you don’t like it, I left the gift receipt in the bag.”

I pulled her close. “I’m sure it’s going to be just like you: perfect.”

I tagged her hand and led her to the living room where she perched on the sectional. I sat beside her and lifted the bag. “Can I open it?”

She nodded with a smile. Inside the branded black box, there was a wool scarf embossed with the designer logo patch.

It was simple and classy. After I’d tied it around my neck, I pecked her mouth. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

“It’s for your trip to Sweden. And I thought the color would look beautiful on you.”

In need of a drink after all this sappy shit, I stood up. “I got you BEG. Gin and tonic?”

“You remembered? Yes, please. Can I help?”

Fuck no. No more snake eyes. “I’m good. You just relax.”

****

Sienna

The penthouse was a spacious open plan with a wall of bay windows leading to a large terrace. There were three closed doors I assumed were bedrooms, and maybe an office.

After a roast beef dinner with crispy veggies, Jake had served profiteroles he’d confessed to having bought.

We’d cleared up and put the dishes away while I’d mostly listened to his deep voice.

Silas and he had met twenty years ago and were friends and business partners.

The penthouse was where he’d stayed most of the time, and he owned a couple of cabins somewhere in the state.

Now, we were on the sofa. I was barefoot and seated between his spread legs with my back to his chest while he grazed light fingertips from my shoulder to my wrist. The only source of light in the vast room came from the fireplace.

He loved nature, and he was into skiing, hiking, and all types of outdoorsy stuff.

With my glass in hand, I gazed at the underside of his jaw. “You really like the outdoors.”

His lips grazed my temple. “What are you into?”

“You mean like sports?”

His low chortle reverberated against my back. “Sports, hobbies.”

“Apart from writing and dancing?”

The vibrations from his chest got stronger. Then, he took the glass from my hand to set it on the side table. When I started to shift, he wrapped a strong arm across my belly.

“Stay still.”

The words spoken against the shell of my ear birthed a shiver, and I melted against him.

His mouth opened against the side of my neck. “I know what you might like.”

As his warm palm glided up my arm, goosebumps littered my whole body. At my shoulder, his fingers spread and descended to my breast.

“You’re not wearing a bra, are you?”

My hard nipples tingled. “N-no.”

The prickle of his stubbly jaw in the crook of my neck rippled to my lower belly. Then, he kneaded my breast, and wet flooded between my legs.

The growl of his voice skittered over my skin. “You’re wet, sweetheart?”

Before I could answer—not sure I would have been able to form words—he pinched my nipples between his fingers, and my back arched while I dug the back of my head into his chest. He rolled them. My clit pulsed, and I squeezed my thighs together.

I was breathless and trembling when Jake hand slid under the skirt of my dress.

“Open your legs, Sienna.”

My body was under his will, so my legs instantly parted. His deft fingers delved into my panties.

The gravelly hum of his voice caressed the shell of my ear. “Did you wax for me, sweetheart?”

My voice had stopped working, so I nodded. I thought I did. He stroked back and forth over my clit, and the pulsating heat spread over my whole body. I rocked my hips against his hand. When the pad of his finger pressed in slow circles, my belly clenched, and I orgasmed in a half scream.

****

Jake

She’d come hard and fast again. Hadn’t even put a finger in. I patted her smooth pussy and kissed her hair.

Now, a little more of the sentimental shit, then I would be able to send her home. The fast-coming Morrison girl touched my hand between her legs.

Lifting it to her mouth, she kissed the middle of my palm before twisting at the waist to look at me. “Your turn,” she whispered.

She knelt on the floor between my legs and reached for the waistband of my jeans.

I clamped her wrists. “Sweetheart, I’m good.”

She tipped her flushed face. “I want to do it, Jake.”

When she got my cock out, I was only partially hard, but she didn’t question it.

Fisting my dick, she whispered, “There’s a lot of you.”

Her manipulations were clumsy. Too hard or too soft. At this rate, it was going to take me forever to come. I took over. I got rid of my tee and grabbed her under the arms to tuck her to my side.

Taking her hand, I raised her palm to her face. “Lick it for me, sweetheart. Make it nice and wet.”

Her tongue stuck out, and she laved her palm. I curled it around my cock and wrapped my fingers over the back of her hand.

When I started jerking off with our hands, I shut my eyes. I stroked faster, and a whimpering sound came out of her.

Too fast for me to stop her, she jerked out of my hold and closed her mouth on the head of my cock.

Ah fuck. But a mouth was a mouth.

I fisted her hair at the back of her head and pushed it down. “That’s a good girl. Suck it, sweetheart.”

Her teeth made contact, and I winced. Fisting her hair, I visualized Margo on her knees. When my balls tightened, I yanked her head up. She gasped and made a mewling protest while I came over my gut.

She swiped the back of her hand over her mouth and grinned. “Did you like it?”

The girl couldn’t use her mouth for shit, and those fucking eyes didn’t help.

I kissed her forehead and got to my feet. “Gonna clean up.”

After tagging my tee from the floor, I headed to the bathroom and texted Sile.

Jake: Call me.

Back in the living room, she was picking up our glasses from the coffee table.

Her brows knit. “Is everything all right?”

My cell rang. Perfect timing. I mouthed, “A minute,” to her and stalked to the terrace.

“What’s up?” Sile asked.

“Needed an out.”

He laughed and hung up.

When I got back in, she was standing by the coffee table with her hands twisted in front of her.

“Sorry, sweetheart, I need to take care of something. I’ll take you home.”

Her mouth dropped. Fuck, she was going to nag. I edged closer and cupped her face. “Tonight was great.” I kissed her, forcing those eyes shut.

She touched my chest and smiled. “I had a great time, too. But you don’t have to drive me home, I’ll take a taxi.”

“I’ll order a car for you. Text me when you’re home, and I’ll call you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

“All right. Thank you again.”

After a kiss by the elevator, I texted Mort. Good fucking riddance, but the girl was precious cargo.

Jake: Get my personal car service for Sienna Winslow.

Three minutes later, Mort texted me back.

Mortimer: Eddy’s driving her. He will text you when she’s home.

I had a week. I’d text her, stroking her need. Then, I’d come back early, feed her some bullshit about missing her, and she’d be mine to control.