Page 23 of For Pucking Keeps

Jaz gasps, her hands press against my chest, her eyes searching mine. I wonder what she sees. “Tor.”

Leaning down until my lips skim over the shell over her ear, I let my body press into hers. My growing erection should be evident as she begins to squirm beneath me. Oh, she can feel it. “Is that what you want, Alexis? Do you want one of Jaz’s books to play out in real life? All those dark, dirty thoughts of yours made reality,” I whisper as I let my lips brush over her ear. I nip at her flesh, making her jump in surprise. Smiling, I pepper soft soothing kisses down the side of her face and jaw slowly, until there is nothing left but her lips before me.

Jaz’s breath hitches and I know I’ve shaken her with my actions. I love turning the tables on her, she thought she had me. I don’t take bunnies home. I don’t have a woman warming my bed nightly. But I know what I want, how I want it, and I know for damn sure I’m not shy about it. “I was just?—”

“There has to be some truth to what you were saying. A secret desire, perhaps,” I say against her lips, kissing her lightly. Jaz shudders, and an excited thrill shoots through me at how responsive she is. “Tell me. Remember, I expect nothing but the truth from you, Miss Starr.”

“It wasn’t my intention, no,” she says breathlessly. “I really was trying to lighten the mood, but holy shit, Mr. Bailey, I’m at your mercy.”

I press my lips to hers again, teasing, chaste even. I pull away just as quickly and she groans with frustration. “I brought you up here to discuss us, Jaz. You and me. But I think I’ll just tell you right here, right now. You are mine, Alexis Rhodes. Mine. You can be Jaz all you want in public, but for me, you won’t hide behinda persona. I want all of you. I want Alexis. You. Do you agree to my terms?” I ask as I let my hands fall away from the window on either side of her head to wrap around her waist, bringing her even closer to me.

“I have a feeling you’re not going to let me say no.”

She narrows her eyes, gearing up for an argument, her arms pressing against my chest to push me away.

I tsk in disapproval at her action and hold her tightly against me. “Oh, you can say no. I want nothing but your consent in all things. If you don’t want this, I’m giving you a chance to walk away from me tonight. But if, like me, you feel the undeniable connection between us and you stay, then, you are mine.”

“Just like that?” she asks, the challenge in her tone makes me want to put this woman over my knee. “No other options? No questions about my past and how that may affect my decision? It’s either or? Well, Torrance Bailey, you are full of surprises.”

I lift my shoulder in a shrug unapologetically. “It’s why I wanted to talk about it. We both walk into this with pasts. This entire situation is unorthodox, especially to those who like to place a time limit on what constitutes a proper relationship. I say fuck that. There’s a reason why I don’t date. When I set my sights on something, Jaz, I give it my absolute focus. It’swhy I’m so good at what I do. It’s why I don’t let women pull said focus. But you’re different, I can feel it.”

“So you’re saying we define who we are. Simple as that. No concerns about the press or what people will say on social media about us, especially about me?” I know she’s concerned about all the attention she’s getting, and I will do everything in my power to protect her.

“It’s you and me. The rest of the world doesn’t need to know what goes on behind closed doors. You’re Jaz for a reason, right?” I ask, and she nods. “I keep the same level of privacy. Let them speculate all they want. Only we know the truth.” I give her a minute to let it all sink in. I know this is not the in-depth conversation I thought it would be but I don’t think I can keep my hands to myself much longer. If she decides to walk away, that I’m too much, that I’m asking too much, then I will understand.

“I have my own terms,” she states with a huff.

“Name them,” I reply.

Jaz’s body relaxes, all defensiveness slides away as she reaches up and wraps her arms around my neck. “I think the talking part of the night is over, don’t you?” She lifts her brows suggestively, giving me that gorgeous smile of hers.

My hands slide down from her waist to palm her ass, and what a luscious ass it is. More than enough to hold on to, and I love the feeling of her in my grasp. I give it a generous squeeze, humming my approval when she sucks in a sharp breath.

“Tell me Miss Starr, are you going to let me fuck you, claim you, make you mine.” I lift her suddenly and she shrieks in surprise.

“Tor!” she shouts as I pin her to the glass. The Seattle nightlife continues below us, the sparkling lights of the Pier are the perfect backdrop to the display before me. Jaz, with her legs spread wide around my waist, the heat of her pussy pressing against me, the thin fabric of her leggings giving away all her secrets. She’s wet, ready, and so fucking eager.

“Use your words, Supernova.” I roll my hips, grinding into her, making her head tilt back as I give her a little taste of what’s to come.

“Yes, God, yes, To?—”

I don’t let her finish. Our lips collide and I devour her, I don’t plan to let her up for air until I have no choice but to let her go.

I gave her a chance to leave. She didn’t. She’s mine.

FIFTEEN

JAZ

(OR AM I ALEXIS FOR THIS ONE?)

Somewhere in the back of my mind a little voice is screaming, ‘Danger, danger, Alexis Rhodes, danger’. Of course, I’m not paying that bitch any mind at all. This man has the potential to ruin me. I knew it from the moment I laid eyes on him. Right now, oh God, right now, he is ruining my panties. Stick a fork in me, I’m done. Well and truly done with going back and forth with my feelings. The towel has been officially thrown in. My body is on fire, and we are still wearing clothes. The cold from the window seeps through my jersey, giving me sweet relief from the inferno raging between us. I’m shamelessly grinding myself against Tor’s dick, and I think I may have hit the jackpot. Is this man’s length for real? I’m not even going to address the fact he is holding me up and tossing me around like I weigh nothing. I try topush my insecurities about my body as far back into the recesses of my mind as I can. Those traumas can fuck right off.

“Does that feel good, Supernova?” he purrs as he plants open mouth kisses against my neck. My lips are swollen from our kisses, my skin tingles from every caress, and I want more. “Take what you need baby, make yourself cum for me. You only get one for free, so make it count,” he croons as he sucks on my neck so hard I know it’s going to leave a mark.

I moan from the pain and pleasure I’m receiving in good measure. I’ve never cum from stimulation like this, I don’t know if I can, but the pressure in my core says otherwise. “Tor, please, I need more.” I pant unsure. Why I feel I need to please this man is just another thing I’m going to have to put a pin in and unpack later. He was right when he said I was at his mercy. I’m ready to beg, plead, drop to my knees and chant for release.

He pulls away and I want to weep from the loss of his lips. “Don’t beg me, Alexis. I told you to take what you need. Grind that needy pussy, give me what I want,” he commands, rolling his hips.

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