Christmas Pet by Jamie Knight
Chapter Twelve - James
I wanted my firecracker naked. I wanted her alone. Selfishly I’d brought her to this party thinking if I had her by my side, people would leave me in peace. But they hadn’t. Us being together caused a stir and a few too many curious glances. I didn’t doubt she could hold her own with these people, but I’d networked enough for one night, and it was time to go somewhere else.
“Let’s go outside. Get some air.”
Her eyes darted all around. “Good idea. It’s too stuffy in here.”
I took her hand and led her through the patio doors. The crisp winter air chilled my lungs and nipped at my skin.
“Want to walk around the grounds?” I asked.
“In these heels?”
“Take them off.”
“My feet will freeze.”
“The walkways are heated from beneath.”
“I guess that explains why there’s no snow on the path, but what about the grass?”
“In the winter, they have fake grass laid.”
“People with money sound like idiots.”
“Some are.” I curled an arm around her waist and brought her closer. I desired her so badly it hurt. For the past few days, I hadn’t been able to focus on work because of her. I’d barely been able to sleep because of her.
“Where are we going to go?”
“Somewhere we can be alone for a while.”
We stopped walking, and I pulled her into me, kissing her softly. I touched my tongue off hers, and the way she tasted sent my senses spiraling. I didn’t want to let her go—ever. Pulling her closer still, I moaned, my dick filling and hardening. I broke away and studied her beauty.
“Thank you for coming here with me, pet. I know it wasn’t easy. I should’ve told you about Lyla sooner.”
She playfully punched my arm. “Yeah, you should have.”
“I promise the next party we go to will be more fun than this.”
“Will any of your ex-girlfriends be there?” she asked.
I laughed. “No ex-girlfriends.”
“Good.”
“Promise I’ll make it up to you.” I glanced up at the sky. “What have you done to me? You touch me in a way I can’t explain. You’re special, Pearl. I hadn’t expected this to happen.”
“Me either.”
“Yet here we are.”
“Yet here we are,” she echoed.
I kissed her again, and she groaned deeply.
“Take me, James.” She draped her arms around my neck and buried her fingers in my hair.
I tightened my arms around her pressing my palms into the curve of her lower back. Common sense told me this was a mistake. That a relationship with her was the last thing I needed. Things between us could get complicated and messy, but I was powerless to walk away. She was the most intoxicating woman I’d ever met, and I’d met many.
“I don’t know if I can let you go after this month is over.” I brushed my lips back and forth over hers.
“Is that a bad thing?”
“I’m not sure.”
She reared back, and her brows lifted. “Thanks.”
“I’m being truthful. I’m a selfish bastard. I take, and I take, and I take. I don’t know if I’m good for you.”
“You also give. I’m not a naïve little girl. I know how this works. This isn’t about love or forever. It’s about mutual satisfaction.”
To hear her talk so coldly stopped my heart for a second. I’d wanted her to say she couldn’t live without me. That she longed to be with me every second of every day. But if she said that, how would I feel? Would I shut her out of my life?
Standing on her tiptoes, she showered my forehead, my eyelids, and my cheeks in kisses. “Let’s not spoil tonight by talking about emotions. Let’s focus on having fun.”
Who was submissive, and who was dominant?
“Apart from Lyla, I’ve had a fantastic time. It’s not a bad thing to step out of your comfort zone once in a while.”
I placed my hands on her collarbones, the pad of my thumbs resting on her racing pulse. “The night’s not over yet.”
“I like the way you think.” She shivered from head to toe.
“Are you cold?”
“A little. But I don’t want to go inside again.”
I took off my jacket and draped it around her shoulders. We walked further down the path and stopped outside a greenhouse that would put the New York Botanical Gardens to shame.
She glanced up in wonder. “This is like a glass mansion.”
I opened the door. Dim lights and earthy, humid air greeted us when we went inside.
“Wow.” Pearl turned around slowly. “I feel like Alice in Wonderland.”
We wandered through the aisles, silently admiring the out of season flowers and plants.
“It’s beautiful in here.”
“It is, but it’s hot, and we’re wearing too many clothes.” I grabbed her hand and pulled her to a halt.
Her eyes darted around. “Are you sure no one will come in?”
“The only person who comes in here is the gardener, and he doesn’t work nights.”
I kept hold of her hands and walked her backward.
She took a deep breath and then another. “What would you have me do, sir?”
“Since we’re not doing a scene, you can call me James. Tonight, it’s just James and Pearl.”
“Okay, James.” One of her hands curved around my neck, and she guided me down to her lips.
Our kiss was hot and intense. There was nothing slow about it and no hiding how much we wanted one another. I stroked my fingertips up and down her arms and sucked her lips, my tongue darting inside her mouth.
Blood roared through my ears like an out-of-control subway train. To steady myself, I took a lung-filling breath. I tunneled my fingers through her hair and held her possessively. Stroking my hand down to her ass, I grabbed her and pulled her flush against my aching cock. “Mine.”
I lifted my head and stepped away, yanked off my bow tie, and opened my shirt. With wide, wanting eyes, she watched me undress.
When I kicked off my shoes and pulled off my pants, she whimpered. Hearing her react the way she did, turned me on even more.
“Breathe, Pearl.”
She inhaled sharply, and I grinned.
“Your dress has to come off, but I want you to keep your shoes on.” I moved behind her and unzipped her dress. It fell to the floor, and my gaze followed.
“Everything about you is perfect. Magnificent.” Before devouring her, I moved to the front of her body and paused for a few seconds to drink in the sight of her long, long legs in the red heels, the swell of her hips, the dip of her waist, and her magnificent, lust-swollen tits. She wore a skimpy, red thong. I ripped it off and threw it over my shoulder. She was now naked.
A seductive smile curved her lips, making my mouth water and my dick swell.
“Walk for me.”
She gave me a confused look. “Walk?”
“Walk.”
Now seeming bemused, she walked slowly with an enticing swing of her hips, her round ass jiggling up and down with every step. The heels of her shoes clicked and clacked, the sound reverberating around the greenhouse.
Damn.
Damn.
I’d never ached for a woman the way I ached for Pearl.
She giggled as she walked back, her breasts swaying from side to side. When she made it to me, I reached out and cupped them, and massaged.
I closed my eyes. This is temporary. Think with your head, not your dick. Too late.
“James? Is everything okay?”
“Never better.” I opened my eyes. Hunger hurtled through my veins. It was too late to think with my head because my pulsing dick was in control.
I maneuvered her until she sat on the edge of a table. Her heat-filled gaze streamed over me.
I fell onto my knees, spread her legs, and licked the slick skin of her inner thighs until her breath hitched and her thighs tightened around my head.
So. Damn. Wet.
No more waiting.
No more wanting.
