Page 27 of A Billionaire Rebel

“Just yell if you need either of us,” I said, reluctantly following Jae into the back of the store.

Starla didn’t even look back at us, but I doubted Jae would’ve left her alone with the ex if Starla would be in danger. The insults and obscenities cut off suddenly, and I wondered if it was because he’d stopped talking or if Starla had shut him up, but Jae didn’t seem worried or even curious.

When we ducked into a small room that appeared to be part storage closet and part breakroom, she closed the door behind us and leaned against it.

“Sorry about antagonizing him.” I wasn’t sorry for kissing her, but I was sorry that it’d had the results it did.

“No, I’m the one who’s sorry,” she said. “Spencer’s parents own the jewelry store in the plaza, and sometimes he decides this is a better way to spend his time when he’s supposed to be working.”

Hell. No.

“Why haven’t you or Starla called the cops on him yet?” I held up a hand as I realized how demanding that question sounded. “Sorry. That came out far too harsh. It just surprises me that, after how Starla was just now, that she hasn’t done anything.”

Jae looked away, and it clicked.

“You asked her not to.”

She looked back at me, her eyes narrowing. “He has money, okay? Not like you and your family, but enough that I’d be lucky not to be the one arrested. Besides, he hasn’t physically threatened me. All he’s done is run his mouth.”

“There are anti-stalking laws,” I said. “I can give you the number of a good lawyer.”

“Don’t.” She reached out and touched my arm. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate you wanting to help me, but that’s the kind of uphill battle I just can’t take on. Not right now, anyway.”

I closed the rest of the distance between us to put us close enough for me to feel the heat radiating from her. She tilted her head back so that we could see each other’s faces, and the urge to kiss her surprised me with its intensity.

“Then tell me what Icando to help.”

“Nothing,” she said with a sigh. “Not unless you can make me forget the last fifteen minutes happened.”

I grinned, letting my intentions show on my face as I leaned down to put my lips next to her ear. “Challenge accepted.” I lightly bit down on her earlobe, my stomach clenching when she sucked in a breath. “Anytime you want me to stop, just say the word. You’re in charge.”

She shivered, and I pressed my lips against the side of her neck. Damn, she was responsive, her combination of innocence and sensuality a heady mix. How many ways could I make her scream and beg and writhe, if I only had the time?

As I moved my mouth down her throat until I had to nudge aside the collar of her shirt to get to skin, one of my hands was between us, working on the button and zipper of her pants. She gasped, either from the way my teeth were worrying at the space where her shoulder and neck met, or the fact that my hand had found its way past her waistband. Whatever the reason, the sound made my cock harden.

I ignored it. This wasn’t about me. She’d taken care of me last night, and now I was going to take care of her.

My middle finger slid between her lips, brushing over her clit with feather-light touches. I had no plan to draw this out, but if I moved too fast, the friction I planned to use to make her come would be painful. With short strokes, I teased her clit until it began to swell, and my finger became slick with natural lubricant.

“That’s my girl,” I murmured the words, hardly aware of what I was saying or what I meant. At the moment, it felt right. I’d worry about any misunderstandings later. “Let me make you feel good.”

She nodded, one of her hands coming up to grab my shoulder. Her breath glided across my skin as she panted, stifling every sound but the softest of moans and whimpers.

“It’s all right,” I continued, adding my ring finger to my middle one so I could rub them on either side of her clit. “I’ve got you. You’re safe. You can come whenever you want to.”

Her hips rocked against my hand, the sweetest mewling noises coming from her. I could feel the tension in her body building with each pass of my fingers.

“You’re in control, Jae. Come on my fingers if that’s what you want. Tell me how you want me to touch you.”

“There, there.” Her hand moved to the back of my neck, nails digging in as she ground down on my hand.

Crying out my name, she climaxed, and I decided in that moment that I wanted more of whatever this was. I didn’t know what that meant other than the fact that I was determined that this wouldn’t be the last time I saw what she looked like when she orgasmed. The next time, however, I wanted my face between her legs when it happened.

Fifteen

Jae

My head was tingly.Wait, no,everythingwas tingly.

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