Page 33 of Deny Me

Thirteen

After I lostthe battle for dominance on our little boat, we headed back to shore. We arrived back at the hotel, and he walked me to my room. Instead of coming in like I thought he would, he leaned in to place a soft kiss on my neck. “I’m not coming in.” He nipped at my ear. “Take a nap and get gorgeous.”

I pulled back with narrowed eyes.

“Trust me,” he said with one last quick kiss. With his hands on my shoulders, he turned me toward my door and swatted my bottom before he walked away.

The nap was unsuccessful, my mind spinning over our conversation that afternoon and my random confessions about my past that I’d never shared with anyone other than Lu.

However, the getting gorgeous part was easy. Sir Mix-A-Lot wrote Baby Got Back for me. Thirty-six, twenty-four, thirty-six: that was me. Pair that with my long dark hair blown out into beach waves, and gorgeous might as well have been my middle name.

The humidity had spiked in the past day, so I was grateful I had packed a short flowy romper with spaghetti straps. And with the tan I’d gotten, my skin looked even better against the cream-colored fabric that was bursting with orange and pink flowers.

When I heard the knock on the door, I fluffed my hair one last time and grabbed my purse. My fingers dug into the heavy wood when I opened the door, like they were resisting reaching out and yanking Jameson into my room. He stood there in a fitted black, short-sleeve button up that was opened at the neck revealing his tan, muscular chest. I let my eyes scan him all the way down, taking in dark khaki shorts. Paired with his classic canvas chucks, it was the sexiest version of Jameson yet. I had to let go of the door to check and make sure drool wasn’t falling off my chin.

“Like what you see?” he asked, knowing damn well the effect he had on me.

“You need to step back and let me out before I yank you in this room and climb you like a tree.”

“And after I fucked you so hard on the water, giving you – what was it? Two or three orgasms?”

Inhaling deeply, I stepped into his space and closed the door behind me, fighting off what his dirty words did to my body. It was a side of Jameson I still wasn’t used to, and it knocked me off balance. I was the one who spoke the bold, shocking words. But his mouth was just as dirty as mine was. And I loved every word that passed his full lips.

“It was three. And it’s never enough.” I admitted with no shame, walking past him, head held high.

“God, you have a greedy pussy,” he growled.

Turning to look over my shoulder, I smiled. “You love it.”

“Damn right I do.”

Catching up to me, he placed his palm on my back, which was left bare from the backless romper.

“So what are the plans tonight?” It was already after nine and we were just then heading to dinner.

“I reserved us a table at a restaurant that’s connected to the top club in the resort.” Lifting my eyebrow, I turned to him, surprised by his choice for the evening.

“Are you actually going to dance with me?” I asked.

“Maybe. But I know how much you love it, and I plan on watching you all night as you dance for me.”

“Ohhhh … I see. I’m basically your private entertainment,” I teased. “Jameson, if you wanted this earlier, all you had to do was ask. I would have done it years ago.”

“Trust me, I wanted to. I can’t tell you how many times I had to move to my office when you were shaking your tits and ass at the bar.” My eyes widened in shock at his admission. “It was either that or bend you over the bar right then and there.”

“I might not have minded that.”

He harrumphed, but didn’t comment. He did that a lot on vacation – mention that he’d always wanted me, but never explained why he’d held back. I always figured it was because of Lu and our friendship, but the more he avoided it, the more I thought it might have been something else.

Dinner at the restaurant was interesting. We were seated at a table in a cream and beige restaurant that had open patio doors making up one side of the room. On the opposite side sat the club, hidden behind a wall of almost blackened, soundproof glass. It was sexy, hinting at the illusion of bodies writhing to an unknown beat on the other side.

Throughout the whole dinner we played twenty questions. It was amazing how much time you could spend with someone and not know their favorite color. His was blue. When I told him mine was the rainbow, he shook his head laughing and muttering, “Why am I not surprised?”

The questions were mostly innocent, but of course, I slipped in some inappropriate ones. When I asked him if he would let me play with his backdoor, he just cocked an eyebrow and turned the question back at me.

Sipping my wine, I shrugged. “Who knows,” I answered vaguely. “Definitely not here at the table. So, we’ll never know unless we finish dinner and you let me dance for you.” Setting my glass down, I continued. “Maybe once we get back to the room, we’ll have to find out.”

With a low rumble in his chest, Jameson signaled the waiter for out check. “You’re lucky I’m taking you dancing after that comment. I should drag you back to the room right now.”

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