Page 109 of Pervade Montego Bay

“Emily?” he said huskily.

“You’re too closed off to love,” I said softly. “You want to open your heart, but you can’t. It’s because you’re an enigma even to yourself.”

“How very poetic.” His mouth hovered over mine and I detected a hint of rum on his breath. “What have you been doing up here?”

“Looking for you.”

“I don’t believe you, Emily.”

“I need your brand of fucking, James. I need to feel you inside me one last time.” It wasn’t exactly a lie—more of an escape route.

He gave a knowing grin, proving he didn’t believe my excuse.

“I knew you’d come find me,” I whispered.

His smile faded and I saw a sinister look in his eyes. Xavier had warned me that James had an even darker side.

“You’re trespassing.” He gave a nod. “There are consequences for being so naughty.”

My hand reached down and I cupped him though his pants. He was hard.

“You’re asking for a goodbye fuck, Em?”

“Yes.”

“Something to remember me by? You want me to take you hard and fast?”

I gave a nod, doubting I could refuse.

“I gave you that last night.” He stepped away. “Go back to the party.”

“At least kiss me.” I reached for my hem and raised my dress above my waist, so he’d see I wasn’t wearing any panties. “Kiss me goodbye…here.”

James drew close again, pushing me against the wall. His fingers trailed over my shoulder straps and he eased them both down, pulling on them until my breasts were completely exposed. He caressed my bare skin, pinching both nipples with a heady rhythm, the intense pleasure causing my sex to pang.

“Is this what you want, Em?” he whispered.

“Yes,” I answered breathlessly.

“Tell me how it feels?” He dipped his head and drew my left nipple into his mouth, suckling.

My head crashed back against the wall as James took his time to lick and bite and nibble each breast until I was at a fever-pitch of arousal.

“Answer me.”

I moaned. “It feels like my clit is throbbing.”

“Show me,” he teased.

Raising my dress again, I revealed my pussy glistening with wetness. He reached low and ran a finger along my slit. It felt heavenly as that small nub tingled and throbbed, longing for release.

He raised his wet fingertip and slipped it into my mouth, forcing me to taste my own sweetness.

His cologne wafted over me, making me lightheaded, causing me to suckle harder, causing my moans to linger and vibrate around his finger.

He removed his finger from my mouth. In a daze, I watched him ease my breasts back into the cups of the dress and then pull up my shoulder straps.

“Let go of your hem,” he demanded. “My pretty slut.”