Page 52 of Disgrace

“I’m good. I’ll just nip upstairs to your flat and change into something a little more…” We both look down at my underwear. Not that wearing this would raise even a brow in the Club, but my plane Jane ensemble would look out of place. He pulls the large blanket closed around me, effectively covering any bare skin. His possessiveness makes me glow with a pure, warm heat from my chest to my toes but also makes me chuckle. “I think that I’m covered now, Jason.” I remark playfully. He grumbles something unrecognisable but probably very cute.

“We could stay here tonight if you would prefer?” He opens the door and takes my hand to lead me through.

“Oh…um…no, I need to…I mean, I would rather stay at mine tonight. I have a busy day and Leon said he would help me prep in the morning.” I can’t hide my smile.

“Your second interview?” Jason beams down at me, pulling me against his hard chest in a tight hug. “I’m sure it’s just a formality. You have got this in the bag, beautiful, and if they don’t offer you the job, we have a legal department at Stone that would snap you up.”

“Miss being my boss that much, hmm?”

“Oh, baby, I am still your boss.”

We start to walk along the corridor, and I nudge him hard in his side at his comment. “Hey, I have soft places, too, you know.”

“Not many, but I at least know where they are,” I tease and poke my finger at one of those places, causing him to curse.

“Thank you for the kind offer, but if I don’t get this job, I’ll just keep looking. I’m not in a hurry, and I really like the idea of working at the Mission. The first interview went really well, and the letter said they would tell me tomorrow either way. I like that they won’t keep me waiting. I hate the anticipation; it’s a killer.” I admit.

“The anticipation is the best bit.” His tone drops and is thick with sensual intent as he flips the conversation from real life to desire on a dime. I shiver and melt from his gaze. “That’s not true. It’s one of the best bits, but with you, there are too many best bits to count.” His grin morphs from salacious to nefarious. “But in an ever-changing top ten, I would have to say number one goes to coming in your arse as you nearly pass out from my choke hold.”

“Jinx.” I hold his gaze and watch his eyes darken before me, causing a delicious melting heat to pool between my legs. He grabs my chin, his touch a mix of rough and forceful.

“Get changed and meet me in the bar. Don’t take long, because I need to fuck you so hard the first question they will ask you tomorrow is would you would like a cushion to sit on,” he growls.

“Ah, Jason, you say the sweetest things.” I purr, running my finger down his chest.

“Don’t I, though?” He grins but it falters, and his breath catches when I drag my nail down the length of his torso. His button down shirt prevents me from scoring his skin, but it isn’t tucked in at the bottom, and I hook my finger just under the waistband of his lounge pants. Skin touching skin. I can see his straining erection lying heavy and hard against the thin material, and if I dip just a little further inside, I would feel the velvety smooth head of his cock. My hand is now pressed flat on his tummy, fingertips aligned with the point of his delicious V, just poised to slide down and grab what is mine. The anticipation crackles between us like caged lightning; so much pleasure, but just out of reach. He sucks in a breath when I slowly drag my fingernails up and down his happy trail, a torturous touch I repeat twice before I snap my hand free. His jaw flexes and a deep, frustrated moan rumbles in his chest.

“You will pay for that,” he groans.

“Oh, I hope so,” I tease and turn to escape up the stairs to his flat. He manages to get the last retort with a sound slap to my arse before I am at safe distance.

I bounce down the stairs not five minutes later. I have a small drawer in his large chest of drawers and some hanging space in Jason’s bedroom. I slip on a pair of skinny black jeans and a black chain link top that skims my boobs and is mostly backless with a crisscross of spaghetti straps. My wedges aren’t the highest but are studded and sexy with an edge of BDSM glamour. I freeze when I hit the main room.

I don’t fucking believe it.

I know I left him with a raging hard on, but he couldn’t wait five fucking minutes before he is sticking his tongue down someone’s throat? At the far end of the bar, Jason is entwined around a girl I don’t recognise. I can’t really see much of her face since he is devouring it. A gut wrenching pain is subdued at the moment by pure, unadulterated anger. He said we needed to make sure we talk if there’s a problem and not run away. I know my fragile self is all about self-preservation and wants to do just that but I’m not a fucking damsel this time, and I will not run. In this club, I am still Selina, top Dominatrix, even if I no longer carry my whip. I take a deep breath and walk over to the happy couple. Without pausing, I lean around them, grab his beer and her sticky red cocktail, holding both glasses high I tip the contents over their joined heads.

I don’t even slam the glasses down I merely place then on the bar and offer an apologetic smile to the wide-eyed bar girl. I turn to strut away, oblivious to the stream of profanity echoing behind me. I barely make it a single step when I hit the solid wall of a familiar chest. White button down shirt, narrow trim waist and a glimpse of soft hair where his shirt is not tucked in properly. I drag my eyes up the firm, toned chest, broad strong shoulder. Up and up, chiselled jaw that is pulsing nicely, deep, furrowed brow and piercing dark eyes that are currently boring through me with disbelief.Shit.

That can’t be right. He was at the bar. I know it. I would recognise him anywhere. Hell, I would recognise him blindfolded. I spin around to see the man I assumed was Jason stand and attempt to pat himself dry with ridiculously small cocktail napkins. He is drenched. It was nearly a full pint, and he took the motherlode, his companion barely took a splash by the look of her. She scowls at me and mutters something. The man looks up. Those eyes, that brow, he straightens and towers even at this distance, and that jaw is also ticking. Jason, I step back and jump when the other Jason,myJason, holds my forearms to prevent me from retreating any farther. Not that I could go anywhere, I am flush against him, my back to his front.

“I see you’ve met my twin.” Jason can’t hide his own amusement. I can feel his body shake with pent up laughter, but I am mortified, and Jason’s brother looks really pissed.

“Oh, God, I’m sorry. Will is it?” I step forward and offer my hand. He looks at me, at my extended hand and smirks. He glances above me, over my shoulder at Jason, who has stopped trying to hold back his laughter and is now making a racket behind me. I cringe but Will pulls me into a hug. I’m not sure if it is meant as a forgiving gesture or to ensure I soak up my fair share of the beer that his shirt has absorbed. The latter works. He releases me, and I now carry the unmistakable aroma of hops and maybe malt, my skin is damp, and glistens with the residue the napkin had failed to dry.

“And you must be Sam.” His voice has the same deep timbre, but he has a soft hint of an American drawl.

“I’m so sorry, Will.” I rush again to apologise. His once white shit now resembles a strawberry coloured Rorschach test as the cocktail I deposited seeps across the fibres. My face heats uncomfortably, and I turn to deflect my embarrassment.

“Why didn’t you tell me your brother was here?” I narrow my eyes.

“What, and miss this?” Jason snickers but backs away with his hands up in surrender. “Hey, hey stand down soldier. I didn’t know. I swear.” He grins and chuckles. “I’m not saying I would’ve told you if I’d thought for a moment I would get this kind of floor show, but I honestly didn’t know.” He pulls me into his own bear hug defusing any rising anger. I’m not angry; I’m just dying of embarrassment. Jason whispers, “I fucking love it when you go all possessive of me, beautiful.” He kisses my hair, and I peek up through my lashes to see his brilliant, heart-stopping smile.

“Not sure your brother would share your view.” I shake my head against his chest, still feeling shamefaced but also a little better.

“Oh, I think my brother would love tosharemy view.” I snap my head up. His eyes darken, my mouth is instantly dry, and my core is immediately soaked. Jason chuckles at my wide eyes and hitched breath. He wiggles his brow mischievously and grabs my hand to lead me to the now vacant seat next to his brother.

“Will, I am really sorry I thought—” Will lets out a dirty laugh, interrupting me.

---