Page 4 of The Deal with the Playboy

A frown mars his forehead as he taps the blinker and switches to the right lane. “No, you saidyouwouldn’t sleep with me again because you were going back to your ex. I tried to convince you not to leave my bed to go back to that trash.” His words are more bitter than a lemon.

Why would he be so upset about me going back to my ex? It’s not like we would have a romantic relationship. I’m too damaged by my ex to even consider another relationship. Link tore my heart out and stomped on it, and I’m not going to risk someone else doing it to me again. The pain in my chest will probably never go away, and I’m not going to set myself up trying to win someone’s approval. Link wanted me to prove to him how much I loved him, and it was exhausting. No matter what I did it wasn’t good enough.

“Why do you care if I went back to Link?”

He strokes the back of his neck and doesn’t answer for several seconds. “Because you deserve better.”

I don’t believe his words for one second. The only reason why I left Link was because I didn’t want to be stuck in a marriage with someone who was suffocating, and I didn’t want to be abused anymore. I got tired of walking on eggshells with Link. Every relationship is about seeking approval from your partner, and I don’t want it again.

He pulls up to the underground garage, parks, and kills the engine before facing me.

“I don’t do relationships, Jasper.”

“I never asked you for one.” His hand glides up my thigh to my panties, pulling the material to the side. After he slips his finger inside me, I feel every inch, and my core clenches around him. I want dick. I moan loudly as his teeth sink into his bottom lip and he removes the digit. Then he places his finger in his mouth, tasting my wetness. My libido goes into overdrive and more moisture pools into my panties. My cheeks flame, and my clit swells with the need for release. “Let’s make a deal, I’ll fuck you on a regular basis with no strings attached.”

He sounds businesslike, like this is a business deal.

Does he treat women like a business deal? It wouldn’t surprise me. Atlas told me he’s a workaholic.

The deal does sound inciting, but I don’t need the distraction. I need someone who’s willing to play my fake fiancé, not be a fuck buddy.

After I unbuckle my seat belt, I place my hand on the side of his face, stroking his cheek. “This will be the last time you get me, Jasper.”

I press my lips to his and he slips his tongue into my mouth, making me whimper. Jasper Barrett kisses so good, and electricity radiates through my body, knocking the wind out of me. He deepens the kiss, my heart flutters in my chest and my head swims.

He pulls away, whispering in my ear, “One day, I’m going to wear you down.”

I grin. “Not today.”

I’ve been in lavish penthouses and lived in lavish places, but not one of them holds a candle to Jasper’s. His living room is an open space and overlooks the city, the Empire State Building glowing in the dark sky and lighting up in various colors. I tear my gaze from the view and look at the electric fireplace molded into the dark walls, to the marble floors that are black as midnight, to the matching dark love seat. His home is warm and inviting. I didn’t expect it to look sophisticated and elegant but like a true bachelor’s home with junk everywhere.

“Your place is amazing.” I glance at the high ceiling which is made of glass.

The last time we fucked, he took me to a luxury hotel.

“Why did you bring me here instead of a hotel?”

With soft lips pressed against my neck, I shiver, swallowing thickly.

Every time I’m about to have sex with someone, I feel weird, because I don’t know if it’s going to suck ass. Hopefully, he’ll be as good as the last time we fucked.

Slowly, I hear him unzipping my dress and before I know it, it falls to the floor, and pools around my feet.

He spins me around, then his pupils travel down to my cotton bra and panties. I wasn’t planning to sleep with anyone tonight, otherwise I would have worn something sexy.

He leans down, unhooks my bra, and my breasts hang freely.

My breasts are small like apples, and a birthmark is imprinted above my right nipple. Jasper eyes it, and a smile spreads across his face as he uses his thumb to gently press against my nipple. Arousal builds so much and my core aches with need.

“I missed your tight pussy,” he whispers against my ear.

His words steal the breath from me. This man is a masterpiece. Like an addiction I can’t shake. Which is why I avoid him. He draws me in like a moth to a flame. We have a connection that we don’t dare speak about. When I see him at Lake and Atlas’s place, I avoid him as much as possible, because Jasper brings out certain emotions in me which I don’t want to admit out loud. He always made me feel seen, but I don’t know if it’s an act to get in my panties.

It doesn’t matter anyway.

I unbutton his shirt and unzip his pants, yank out his long, fat dick, then I drop to my knees, hitting the cold, hard floor. I slide his soft mushroom head into my mouth and wrap my tongue around him.

Desire deepens in his pupils and pure lust overshadows his face. He’s gorgeous as his abdominal muscles flex.

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