My Five Night Fling by Maci Dillon

 

 

KASSIDY

 

After we polish off the last of the wine, Gabe excuses himself to the restroom. During lunch. I noticed my phone buzzing silently in my bag at my side. I expect to find exciting texts from Sophia about tonight, but no, it’s Jarett who’s been blowing up my phone, checking on my progress and ETA back home.

 

Jarett: Let me know when you’re done. I’m at the gallery, we can head home together.

Jarett: Sorry. That’s if you want to.

Jarett: No pressure.

Jarett: Assume you’re still in your meeting, hope it’s going well.

Jarett: About tonight, I want to ask you something but not sure if I should.

Jarett: Text me when you get this.

 

I smile at the barrage of texts, and instantly, I’m intrigued by what he wants to ask me tonight.

Quickly, I tap out a response.

 

Jarett: Finishing up lunch, the boss down the street from the gallery. I’ll stop by when done? And you should. Ask me… I think.

 

“If there’s nothing more you wish to discuss today, Kassidy, I think we should finish up and get on with our weekend. Would you agree?”

“Absolutely. Just one thing. Do you want me to report to the office each day and work from there or—”

“Not at all, the office is for appearance only. If you stop by on Monday morning, say nine o’clock, you can check out the new digs and your office before Elise and I fly back to New York at noon. For the most part, I assume you’d rather work remotely. The apartment has a huge office set up and taps directly into our server in New York.”

Of course, every single detail has been planned and executed perfectly.

“Okay then, I have no further questions at this time but know where to reach you if I do.”

Gabe shakes my hand and ushers me out the door of the restaurant, him peeling off in one direction while I head straight for the gallery.

“Please ask me before I overthink it and assume the worst,” I state boldly as I walk into Jarett’s office.

“Hello, love. Nice to see you. How was your meeting? My day has been wonderfully productive, thank you for asking,” he answers sarcastically with a smartass smirk.

I flop into the chair opposite his desk, where he’s elbows deep in paperwork. “I’m sorry. You, too, the meeting was great, yay for productivity, and you’re welcome,” I shoot back, with a cheeky poke of the tongue.

Clearly impressing him with my wit, I can’t help but chuckle. These British men think they’re all over the sarcasm, but this one has never messed with an Aussie girl before.

Jarett rounds his desk and lowers his ass on the edge, his legs hip-width apart on either side of the chair I’m sitting on.

“I promise my question isn’t awful, unless, of course, your answer is no.”

Not a fan of riddles.

“Hit me with it, and we’ll see what the damage is.”

Jarett throws his head back, and I admire his throat and the dark stubble as it grazed the inside of my thighs earlier this morning.

“Hmm?”

Dammit. Caught daydreaming.

“Even a no would be better than stone-dead silence. Geez.”

Laughing, I apologize for my absentmindedness.

“I’d like to take you to my sister’s party tonight... as my date,” he pushes out hesitantly.

“Oh.” I chastise myself for all the things I thought he might have been going to say. “Of course,” I respond, frowning slightly. “Why would you worry about asking me that?”

He leans into me, his hands on the arms of the chair. “Our five-night fling is over. You’ve made that clear. What isn’t clear to me is what we are now.”

I gulp, my brain a foggy mess with Jarett so close. “I don’t know. What are we?” The words escape in a whisper.

Jarett lowers his face to my neck, his tongue flicking out, running upward to my ear. Teasing my earlobe with his teeth, my body seethes beneath him. 

“What do you want, Kassidy?” he whispers in my ear.

I don’t know.

I’m terrified to admit the truth to myself.

I want him.

I know I do.

More than I’ve wanted for anything.

For the first time in my life, I want more than a successful career.

I want someone worthy of sharing it with.

But not just someone.

Jarett.

Jarett kisses his way across my jaw until his breathing mixes with mine, and his mouth hovers over my lips, waiting for me to speak.

“I want you, Jarett. I need you.”

Our lips collide, his arms weave around my back, and he lifts me from the chair. Desperation takes over, and clothes are torn from each other in an unorganized manner. I step out of my skirt and yank down the zipper of his jeans.

Almost naked, he turns me toward the desk and pushes me forward. One hand in my hair, he anchors himself to me while he uses his spare hand to pull my lace thong to the side. His jeans fall to the floor behind me, and instantly, his cock is at my entrance.

I’m soaking wet, rubbing myself up and over him. He drives into me, deep and purposefully.

Claiming me.

Marking me.

Working up to a steady rhythm, he pumps inside me, the top half of my body over the desk. The friction of my lace bra on my nipples as I slide over the desk again and again is hardening my nipples and turning me on even more.

Jarett reaches over me, taking both my hands and pulls them toward him. Holding them in position over my lower back, he changes his angle and slaps my ass.

Hard.

A yelp escapes, and a groan follows as he rubs the area where his palm connects.

Another slap. Harder again on the other cheek.

This time I squeal.

“Quiet.”

I grit my teeth and ride the pleasure train to Mount O.

Twice.