Page 8 of Unzoned

"If you come without my express permission, you'll regret it. I promise you."

The threat was real, she had no doubt.

"Please, make me come." Her voice shook from the tension in her body. Wound tight, she leaned into his touch more. "Please, please make me come."

"Hmm, we'll work on that begging of yours." He leaned forward and covered her nipple with his mouth. The wet heat of his tongue lashed over her, soaking her dress and driving her closer to her release.

"Oh, fuck. Please, Garrick. Please. I have to come, please make me come. Please." She threw her head back, and yelled out again what she wanted, what her body needed.

His tongue lapped at her faster, the heat now melting any resolve she had left to contain her pride.

"Please! Please!"

"Go ahead, come for us." His teeth sank into her breast and two fingers thrust inside of her throwing her into a tsunami of pleasure.

Her throat constricted from her own scream of release. Her nails dug into him, as he thrust harder into her, pushing her through her orgasm. Each wave met with a new thrust, a new kiss, a new pull of her nipple making her orgasm outlast her voice until he slowly ebbed her back to reality with soft kisses to her now exposed belly, and gentle strokes of his fingers over her clit.

"There you go. Such a good girl. I knew you would be."

She blinked, sucking in hot air as the buzz of her orgasm began to fade. Taking stock of her surroundings, she realized the crowd had witnessed her come, had watched and heard every bit of her orgasm. He'd said come forus, not for him, but us. He knew they were watching.

She shoved away from him, yanking her dress down and shimming her panties back up around her hips.

He was up out of his chair in an instant pulling her to his chest and cradling her in his arms.

"Give it a second. The panic will ease. It's okay. You're okay." He pressed his lips to her cheek.

Tears built in her eyes. Everyone had seen. Heard.

"I want to go home."

Chapter 6

Garrick tapped his pen against the legal pad, listening to the presenter drone on about return on investment. Same pitch different deal.

He'd earned a more than healthy living on making the right investments at the right time. Some projects were meant for the long haul, make a yearly profit then sell off when it came time to retire. The current purchase was not one for the long return. It would be a quick turn at a high profit.

"The condominium complex appraised for twice that of the asking price." Now they had his attention.

"How many units are there in total?" He picked up his pen, poised to take down the number.

"250 units currently."

"And how many are rental properties?" Jamison, his partner in almost every purchase, piped up.

"Um." The broker pushed papers around and finally snatched one up to look closer at it. "Looks like 130 units are currently being rented out." Looking over the rim of his glasses, he peered at Jamison and Garrick. "Is that a problem?"

"Well, rentals aren't typically kept up as well as owned units. Which would bring down the resale values, depending on the sort of work needing to be done. I've had issues in the past where more than 25% of the units were rentals." Garrick watched Jamison work with gratitude. He had a head for business himself and was pretty good at spotting a good real estate deal, but his best work happened with nightclub purchases.

"I don't think that's a problem, really." The broker dropped the paper and removed his glasses. "I'm sure something can be worked out."

Jamison nodded and leaned back in his chair. "What do you think, Garrick?"

Garrick sucked in a long breath and laced his fingers together in his lap. "I think we'll have to run some more numbers, get a good look at the property, talk with the association board. Some leg work to be done before an offer can be made." Which all meant, he'd be sitting staring at reports for a day or two.

Not the way he wanted to spend his weekend, but it would seem he didn't have much of a choice. If he was going to move on this deal, and it was a sweet deal, it would have to take place before the end of the year. Which gave him all of a week.

With Christmas, still close in the rear view, he had some catching up to do with his business. He'd rather be spending it with Jade.

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