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Chapter Eight
The office held the unique scent that occurred when Jasper and I made love. It was sweet and spicy and divinely sensual. I couldn’t put my panties back on—they were way too wet for that. Jasper called his housekeeper and directed her to bring us two white fluffy robesand slippers. After we stripped out of our clothes, including our underwear, she took them to wash and press and have them back to us before Jasper and I left. We were planning to leave for Newport, Rhode Island, after midnight. Due to the weather conditions, we would take his private airplane and not the helicopter. That meant we had five hours before heading to Teterboro.
It was quietand cozy in the room as I sat in Jasper’s executive chair. A few minutes before, I’d ended my call with Branson, who asked me to forward him the details. I hit the send button, redirecting the messages Kylie had sent me to Branson. Jasper sat across from me in the smaller—yet still pretty grand—chair, asking his assistant to schedule him for phone calls within the next hour with his contacts on theFBI project as well as other people. He was still being cryptic, but I didn’t care. Jasper and I had an unwritten rule: if I asked it, he would answer as much as possible, but first, I had to know what to ask. He wasn’t going to make it easy. The challenge was sexy. I liked it. And at the moment, I was too incensed by what I’d learned about Kylie to figure out what he was saying behind his encryptedwords. He mostly said yes and no as I swiveled in my chair to watch the snow hit the warm glass and melt. The clouds roamed through the skyscrapers and settled over Central Park. I had no doubt how cold and miserable it was outside. However, where I sat, the atmosphere felt like a snuggly, warm hug.
My cell phone finally beeped just as Jasper ended his call. I swiveled back in my chairto face my sexy lover as I read the message.
“Is that your investigator?” Jasper asked. He had gotten up out of his chair and walked to the table to collect the file he had on Kylie.
“Yep. He says he’s on it.”
I observed him as he went to the file cabinet to put away the folder. I eyed him curiously as he pressed numbers on the keypad.
“I thought you moved to LA,” Isaid as my thoughts came pouring out of my mouth.
The keypad beeped, indicating the lock had been engaged. “Yes, I live in LA full-time.”
“Do you work from here often?”
He tilted his head, studying me with a grimace. “Be direct, babe. What are you asking?”
I twisted my lips anxiously as I sat back in my chair. I took a moment to notice all that I was feeling inside.Normally, I would come right out and ask what was on my mind, but something had changed. I was afraid of offending Jasper—scared that something I said would lead to him taking his love away. I knew that fear came from the little girl inside who was afraid to let her parents know how much she hated the way they lied and schemed to take care of her. If I’d told them the truth, I feared they would haveabandoned me.
I breathed deeply as I allowed myself to remember that I was not that little girl anymore. I was an adult. Life would be safe as long as I didn’t abandon myself.
“If you spend most of your life in LA, why would you keep information like the file you have on Kylie in New York?”
He got that look on his face that told me I’d said something he liked. “Good question,beautiful.” He came over and asked for my hands. I gave him what he sought, and he helped me to my feet. Jasper held me against him. “I keep shadow copies of my paper files in all my offices.”
I nodded, impressed. “Shadow copies. I like the sound of that.”
He moaned as if tasting something delicious. “Let’s improve our current circumstances.”
I smirked naughtily. “Improveour current circumstances?”
He winked and took me by the hand. My head spun as we walked down the long hallway. I knew what was coming next as we entered his stylish yet comfortable bedroom. He unpeeled my robe, and I took his off too. Skin on skin, we fell onto his king-sized bed and rolled around on it, kissing in our sensual way, our tongues gliding, teeth nibbling, and fingers stimulatingeach other’s erogenous zones.
I loved licking and gently raking my teeth against Jasper’s nipples. I loved how his powerful body quickened beneath me until he couldn’t stand it any longer. Then he would take me and flip me onto my back. My mind and body felt as if they were floating before both hit the mattress. He would then do the same thing to me that I had done to him. Or maybe it wasthe other way around.
“Hey, babe,” I said after moaning from the sensual feeling of just being close to him.
He gathered me into his arms with my cheek resting on his warm chest. “Hmm?”
“What was that you did earlier in your office? When you went down on me. It was like… I never knew that could happen to my body.”
“Then you liked it?” he asked.
“I loved it.”
He remained silent for a moment. “I’d never done that before. But over the course of time, I’ve gotten a feel for your body. I know where to touch you, where to stimulate you to make you climax.”
I quickly shifted to rest my chin on his chest and gazed at him with appreciation. “Really? I mean that much to you that you learned my body?”
He smiled as his finger traced my eyebrowsand ran down the side of my face. All of a sudden, I was floating, twisting until my back landed on the mattress.
Jasper straddled me, still grinning. “I know you like when I do that, because you always chuckle.”
Goodness, he’s right.I hadn’t noticed. I just enjoyed the ride. I was chuckling even more because I loved that playful side of him.
