Page 54 of Pretty Vengeance

My brows rise, and I put my hand on his chest, trying to calm him, even though my own heart’s beating wildly. No one’s ever felt this strongly about me, and that is hardfor meto resist.

He lowers his voice. “Don’t push me to end things early. That’s not what either of us wants.”

“You’re right. I don’t want it to end. Next time, I’ll do my best to get Ash to change gears.”

“Don’t worry about handling Ashling. My cousin is playing games, and you’re not going to be able to stop her. You just keep yourself away and safe when I ask.” Jamie pushes off the dresser to stand straighter, bringing our bodies close.

“It’s hard not to worry about Ash, Jamie. Most girls know to be careful. But she’s so?—”

“Never concern yourself when she’ll be with me. Years ago, that girl was the only one who got through to me when I needed it most. She could blow up a government building, and I’d have her back.”

The tension in my shoulders eases. “Sure, of course.” Licking my lips, I nod. “All right. I can’t promise to always go along with everything you say, but I won’t just ignore it. I’m willing to talk about anything that comes up.”

One brow cocks skeptically. “There won’t be anything to talk about, Sawyer. If I tell you to do something and you refuse, we’ll be done.”

I stiffen once again, but before I can say anything else, his thumb strokes my jaw and then presses against my lower lip.

“Now,” he says. “If you’re staying, get your clothes off.”

Glaring at him does nothing to erase his smug expression.

“The Briar Club formal is next weekend.”

Before I jump into bed for what promises to be a wild night, I need to know where we stand. The event organizer sent me a confirmation that she’d gotten the addition of my plus-one. Which was something Jamie apparently initiated on his own. When I heard, I’d been happy about it. I want to be sure he’s not planning to bail at the last minute.

“I know about the club formal,” he says. “I’ve already let them know I’m your escort.”

“So, you’re still planning to take me?”

“Of course. You’ve done what you promised. I’ll do the same.”

With a slow breath, I nod.

His intense focus moves from my eyes to my mouth. “Now strip, because I’m gonna use your body the way I wanted to use it last night.”

Every one of my nerves screams at once. But instead of running, as I probably should, my fingers drop to the hem of my sweater so I can pull it over my head.

21

JAMIE

Ilean back against the dresser, watching her slowly remove her clothes. At this pace, it’s as though she’s testing how long my control will hold. My body’s primed, and my patience is wearing thin. Once the bra comes off and those incredible breasts are on display, I push off the dresser, unable to resist any longer.

Her stiff nipples jut out, begging to be sucked. I capture the soft slope of her breast and raise it. Bending, I run my tongue over the tip, enjoying the way her flesh quivers as she draws in a shaky breath.

Raising my head, I keep my gaze fixed on her tits. “Put your hands on your head, Sauce, and lower your eyes to the floor. Then arch your back.”

After a beat, she complies. The pose makes her breasts an offering. And I’d happily worship at their altar. I squeeze her silky flesh before stepping back. Tonight is about more than slamming my cock into her for a quick release. We’re going on a journey together.

Grabbing the steel circular nipple clamps from the bedside table, I counsel my heartbeat to slow the fuck down. This is not a race. And yet, I sometimes feel as impatient as I was my first time, as though I haven’t fucked scores of women and played wicked games many, many times.

I apply the first circular clamp, gently screwing it tighter and tighter until the pinch makes her gasp. Following suit on the other side, I watch the way her breasts sway as she takes deep breaths and tries to steady herself.

“Your body was made for these games. It’s a shame filming is off the table. Watching you get fucked is something every man needs in his life.”

She shudders, but her breathy response is terse. “I’m not a prop.”

“No, but you should be.” My teasing tone does nothing to disarm her.