Page 20 of Serving the Maestro

Fuck, she was gorgeous.

Tearing my gaze away, I focused on the keys, on the music.

One song gave way to another, Jazz moved closer until she perched on the chair next to me, the scent of her filling my head, the heat of her a whisper away.

After bringing the song to a close, I took a sip of wine.

“It’s amazing,” Jazz said softly. “Listening to you play...I...well, I’ve heard music before. A lot. But...”

She stammered on, voice husky, breaths unsteady.

I took her wine glass, put it down, and placed mine next to it.

While she was still talking, I pushed away from the piano, the bench’s feet scraping loudly in protest. Jazz stopped talking at the strident sound.

I caught her staring at me, purple-blue eyes wide, filled with want and nerves in a mix that left me hungrier than I already was.

“Come here.”

The second she moved toward me, I captured her waist and pulled her onto my lap, pushing her slim-fitting skirt up to her hips and cupping her round, firm ass in my hands.

She moaned and pressed closer, her mouth seeking mine.

“Jazz.” I groaned into her mouth, sealing our lips together as hunger burned inside.

She rocked against me, and the heat between her thighs had my cock jerking in savage demand. Sliding my hand down her ass, then delving lower to touch her intimately from behind, I found her swollen and hot, already wet.

“You’re wet,” I muttered, breaking the kiss to pull back and look into her eyes as I spoke.

Her cheeks went pink, but she didn’t break eye contact. “I have been since the moment you kissed me.”

“I want to fuck you. Right now. Do I stop?”

Her lips parted, and she blinked rapidly, the rosy hue in her cheeks deepening. “No.”

“Good.” Still holding her gaze, I pulled aside her panties, stroked one fingertip through her wet heat, and then dipped inside her honied pussy. “Because I’ve been thinking about having you hot and wet and wrapped around my cock since the moment you first spoke to me.”

She clenched around my fingertip with a soft, surprised cry.

Note to self. She likes it when you talk dirty.

Withdrawing my finger slowly, I dipped my head and bit her full lower lip. “The night we met, I spent hours wishing I’d asked for your number, kicking my ass because I hadn’t done it. You walked away, and there went my chance to know how you sounded when I touched you like...this.” I pushed two fingers inside this time, my thumb spreading the cheeks of her ass apart.

Jazz arched her spine, a broken moan tearing out of her.

I held firm, not moving.

She rocked against me, whimpering. “More...”

“Take your shirt off.” I pressed a kiss to her neck. “My hands are...otherwise engaged.”

Her cheeks were pink, but her eyes lit up, something that might have been sensual amusement. She had to let go of me and brace her weight on her knees, which changed her center of gravity and drove her more fully down on the two fingers penetrating her. A throaty hmmm of pleasure escaped her. Her lashes drooped as she unbuttoned her sweater, baring one pale inch of flesh at a time.

She shrugged out of it, then, without waiting, freed her breasts from the bra, the front clasp decorated with a small bow.

Jazz hesitated as the bra fell away, some of her confidence fading.

“Mmm. Pretty.” I rubbed my lips over hers, then kissed a line down her neck, along her collarbone, then down the delicate slope of one breast, my goal, the pink tip of her nipple.

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