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Jasper grunted as his entire body tensed. “I can’t hold it. Sorry, beautiful. I wanted to last for you.”
He wanted to last for me?
He collapsed on top of me just like he had the previous night after he’d come. When I turned to him, I realized he was hiding his face. I didn’t know what in the world he had to be ashamed of.
We lay like that for a number of minutes. I didn’t mind him on top of me because the more of him I was able to get, the better. Still, whatever Jasper was giving me felt fleeting.
“Jasper?”
“Yeah,” he said.
“Could you look at me?”
It took him a moment, but he did it, although he was intensely frowning.
“What are you thinking?” I asked.
He pressed his lips together as if he would refuse to speak. “I’m trying to figure out when we can do this again.”
I felt my eyes widen. “Really?”
He seemed taken aback by my surprise. “Well, yeah,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone. “I want you again right now, even though my dick…”
We both looked down as his wilted penis slipped out of my wetness. Surprisingly, we chuckled at the same time.
“See,” he said.
I didn’t think Jasper Christmas had the ability to laugh, especially at himself. That was hot. Plus, the fact that he’d shared that moment with me made me feel as though I weren’t just a piece of ass to the dark prince of the castle.
He rolled onto his back and put his forearm over his eyes. “I made a mistake bringing you here, though. It was careless. But when I saw you running toward me this morning, I couldn’t wait.”
I realized I still had my shirt and stretch jacket on but was naked from the waist down. We had both been in such a voracious state that we’d just wanted sexual fulfillment right there and then. I could strip naked and slide between the sheets with Jasper if he would have me, though. I would’ve been content if he held me closely and our conversation became so deep that we shared secrets we never told anyone else.
“You have to go now,” he said.
I could feel the corners of my mouth turn down from disappointment.
He quickly looked away from my face and sat on the edge of the bed. “You should get dressed. I’ll be in the bathroom. Be gone when I come out.”
My mouth fell open. Damn, that hurt my heart. I wanted to hide in my skin. Then I had to watch him walk past me, into the bathroom, and close the door. I sat there for a moment. The situation with Jasper was no one’s fault but my own.How about you keep your legs closed for now, Holly?I reached down, picked up my pants, and questioned whether I would be able to resist him as I put them on.
The shower ran as I put on one shoe then the other. If only he had invited me to join him. Instead, I walked through the small house and out the front door. I jogged back to the main house. My face felt colder than before. Perhaps it was because I was crying.
Chapter Eight
Jasper Walker Christmas
Jasper turned on the shower so he couldn’t hear Holly fiddling around out there. He had it bad for Holly Henderson. At least, his dick did. Maybe his brain did too. He’d been told the two were one and the same. That had never applied to him until now. Fuck, those lips and that pillow-soft skin… He hadn’t known she was a runner. That explained her shapely legs. She was not bone-thin, which probably had to do with how she’d eaten the night before. Holly Henderson wasn’t one of those women who ate like a bird and worked out like an Olympic athlete. He liked that about her.
Shit, why did Bronwyn invite her into his life?Jasper didn’t want to get to know Holly Henderson more than he already had. Jasper did want to keep fucking her, though. One day, and probably soon, he would lose interest. The less she talked, the faster that would happen. She knew how to hold her own, as well as what to say and how to say it, to get what she wanted. That had been evident at dinner.Fucking Spencer.She could get him to expose every secret he kept if she got close enough to him. It would be game over if he fucked her, which would only happen over Jasper’s dead body. As long as she and he were in the same house, her pussy was his.
The steam filled the bathroom. He didn’t want to take a shower. Her aroma was all over his face and body. He would still be tasting her hard knot and soft slit… A breath escaped him just thinking about it. Unfortunately, Jasper had a long day ahead of him. He turned off the shower. There was no need to wash her scent off.
Jasper closed down the guesthouse—hewouldn’t be coming back—and headed to the main house. Snow flurries started gushing from the sky. Walking between the trees and gazing up at the mansion that loomed in the distance reminded him of how much he hated the place. He had been living in California for the past four months. It was probably seventy-eight degrees in LA. When he’d woken up the morning before, he had wished he was there. Right now, he was content where he was, which had everything to do with their houseguest. Shit, she was driving him crazy. But at the moment, Jasper forced himself to concentrate on his first order of business for the day, which was to check on his father.
The thought of seeing Randolph made each step a chore. His father was a million miles from being a saint. Throughout Jasper’s life, Randolph had required him to be loyal to no one but their family, while demanding devotion from every living soul who happened into their universe. Did he love the man? No. Did he hate him? Maybe.
When Randolph had his first major stroke seven months ago and suffered severe brain damage, something inside Jasper felt freer. Perhaps it was his soul, which had suddenly become unburdened by Randolph’s hellish ways. The day hospice care was brought to the mansion for his father, Jasper had moved out. His father didn’t know it. If he had, Randolph would’ve never approved. And Jasper would have not gone against him. But it was a new day, these were new times and Jasper felt them deep in his bones. And to test his new found freedom, he had fired his father’s favorite accountants and lawyers, the ones who always opposed his decisions and plans. He’d also been avoiding Arthur Valentine as he tried to figure out what in the hell to do about him. Arthur was the only person in the world Randolph jumped through hoops for. Randolph always said they owed a lot to the Valentines. When Jasper would ask him to elaborate, his father chose not to. Jasper combed the books dozens of times, trying to find any suspicious payments to or from Valentine Corp. or any of its subsidiaries, but he never found a thing. Apparently, according to Randolph, the only way the Christmases could scamper from under Valentine’s thumb was if Jasper ran for the highest political seat in the land and won.
