Page 35 of Deny Me

“I like you watching me. I like you touching me,” I answered, trying to reassure him that he was all I wanted that night, despite my dumb mouth.

His response was to slap my ass and then squeeze. When Andrew disappeared, I focused my attention back on Jameson’s hand still resting on my bottom. “Do you trust me?” he asked against my ear.

Laughing, I gave the obvious answer. “Of course I trust you. You’re over protective Jameson.”

Spinning me around, he held me still searched my face. “No, Evelyn. Do. You. Trust me?”

The question felt heavier than the fun environment surrounding us. But having his eyes pin me in place, I still gave the obvious answer. Sliding my hands up to his cheeks, I brought his lips to mine for a soft kiss. “Of course I trust you,” I spoke against his lips. It was the same response as earlier, but with a whole new meaning. I trusted him, and not just because he was over protective and cautious. But because I knew him and knew he would never do anything to hurt me. It was a heavy revelation.

“Good,” he growled before grabbing my hand. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?” I asked, trying to follow the change in direction of the night. A minute ago he was seducing me on the dance floor, and now he was dragging me away like he was on a mission to escape.

We moved past the bar, weaving our way around the other patrons. Jameson stopped at an opening that led to a back hallway. “Are you going to fuck me in the bathroom?” I asked, shocked and excited.

He didn’t answer me and moved past the bathroom and stopped outside a door. He turned the knob and poked his head in before turning back to me. “No. I’m going to fuck you in the storage room.”

I only got a quick glimpse of the large room, dimly lit from a single light above. Shelves lined up like a library filtered the light reaching us, leaving the room even darker. He pressed me against the door and slammed his mouth over mine. I opened my mouth to let his tongue brush against mine, thrusting my hands up to grip his shirt in my clenched fists.

His hands started at my shoulders and slid down past my breasts before gripping around my waist, hoisting me up to wrap my legs around him. He turned and sat me down on the edge of the sink and moved to grip my thighs, digging his fingers hard into my flesh as though he was trying to hold on to the last bit of his control.

His lips moved down my neck, licking, sucking, biting. My head leaned back on my shoulders and tipped to the side, and my heart dropped and a spike of adrenaline shot through my body.

“Jameson,” I gasped, frantically shoving at his shoulders, trying to get him to stop. “Jameson, there is someone in here.” He just hummed against my skin, unconcerned that someone was standing back in the shadows behind one of the shelves, watching us. I slapped his shoulder and whispered a little louder to get his attention. “Jameson!” He finally pulled back and looked up with a lazy look filled with desire. “There is someone in here.”

My head jerked back in shock when all he did was smirk. “Is there? Who do you think it is?” he asked, unconcerned. I was speechless. My mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Chuckling at my reaction, he leaned down and eased the fabric covering my breast aside, kissing down from my collar bone before circling my nipple. I sat frozen and turned on, unable to process the situation enough to react. “Come on out,” he spoke aloud to the hidden stranger, not leaving the task of pleasuring my breast. “Don’t worry. I followed you in here.”

“What the fuck?” I whispered to myself. What the hell was going on? A small cry left my lips when he bit down on my nipple and no one other than Andrew moved out from between the shelves. “What the fuck?” I spoke louder, holding Jameson’s head to my chest to protect my nudity.

Jameson’s hand rested on my breast and turned to look at Andrew. “You like what you see?”

His eyes scanned me up and down, landing on my wide eyes before lifting an eyebrow. “She’s a beautiful woman.”

“Damn right she is.”

Jameson picked me up under my ass and spun, taking a few steps and sitting on a bar chair with me straddling his lap. My back was to Andrew and I used one arm to hold on to Jameson and the other to pull my dress back over my chest.

He looked past me and spoke to Andrew. “You want to see how beautiful she is when she comes?”

My heart was beating out of my chest, and my eyes searched his for answers. I felt like Jameson knew the game he was playing, but I hadn’t been let in on the rules. I was silently pleading with him to tell me now.

“Fuck yes,” Andrew whispered behind me.

Jameson’s eyes finally moved back to mine. He leaned in to place a soft kiss against my parted lips. “Do you want him to stay?”

Did I? I was open to all experiences and sexual desires. I never judged. But did I want to have another man a part of what Jameson and I shared? Did I want to go further?

No.

The answer ricocheted through my mind coming from my soul. Wrapped in Jameson’s arms, feeling his desire pushing against my bottom, I didn’t want to share that kind of intimacy with anyone but him. I didn’t want to feel anyone else touching me.

“No.” I repeated myself to make sure he could feel the sincerity from my words. “No. Only you.”

It was only a fractional move, but Jameson’s lips twitched up and a spark lit behind his blue eyes with approval. I couldn’t help but feel that same spark in my chest and work its way down to my core. Without removing his eyes from mine, he growled, “Get out.”

“But I thou—” Andrew tried to argue.

“I said. Get. Out.”

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