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“No,” she replied immediately, because those words hadn’t just made her pussy pulsate. They hadn’t brought back a flood of memories that had her heart beating faster and her thighs quivering. But yeah, those words really had done all of the above.
The phone buzzed in her hand this time and another message appeared.
Him:Now, Desi.
She brought her free hand up to her neck, her fingers splaying over her quickening pulse as she remembered another hand being there. His. She read the words and in her mind they played in his voice. That commanding tone that only he could use on her. The tone that said he wanted her and she wasn’t allowed to say no. She didn’twantto say no.
Chapter9
The Encounter
DESI
The walk from where she’d been sitting with Fran and Lauren to the back of the floor where Jared was seated seemed to take forever. And at the same time, it passed way too quickly.
Desi hardly had enough time to consider what she was doing or what was going to happen next. She was going to him as he’d requested, as she had so many times before. Sex with Jared had been beyond anything she’d ever experienced and in the time they’d been apart, she hadn’t come nearly as close to receiving the same type of pleasure. The passion between them had been explosive from day one, in this same room to be exact.
That time, she’d been sitting on the opposite side of this room, her back against a burgundy leather couch. One leg had been crossed over the other and she’d just taken a sip from her drink, when he came and sat down beside her. Lauren had been with her that night too, across the room grinding her ass on some guy she planned to take home that night. But Desi had been just chilling, trying to relax after a huge wedding she’d assisted in designing the night before.
“You’re pretty as hell,” had been his first words to her.
And because she’d been told that before and hadn’t really felt like getting hit on, she’d rolled her eyes and murmured “thank you” before looking away. Instead of leaving, which she’d wanted him to do despite the fact that she’d noticed how sexy he was in dark slacks and cream-colored button-down shirt, he’d reached out, and touched a finger to her chin. He gently directed her face back to him and gave her a full smile. The smile that had her nipples going hard and her breath hitching.
“Pretty and mean, that’s quite a combination,” he said in a voice that was thick and alluring. Her panties were wet and yet she only lifted a brow.
“Do you always touch women you don’t know without asking?” she asked.
“Only the ones I plan to fuck.”
She should’ve gotten up right then. She should’ve tossed her drink in his face and walked out. She should’ve never let those crass words spoken in his deep baritone voice arouse her to the point where an hour later she was leaving with him. They hadn’t had sex that night, nor on the next two dates he’d taken her on because he’d told her he wanted to get to know her first. That had been a new statement for her to hear from a guy, but she decided to roll with it figuring she couldn’t wish for men to start acting better and then not acknowledge when one was. The third date was the charm and from the moment Jared pushed his long girthy dick inside her she knew she’d belong to him forever.
“Hey!” a server’s screech jerked her out of the memory and stopped her before she walked right into the woman with her tray of drinks.
“Sorry,” she whispered and cursed under her breath. What the hell was happening to her? Thinking about a night so long ago and all the things that had happened after that moment was pointless. She couldn’t change the past.
This portion of the room was setup just like a lounge, with sectionals, couches and smaller tables with chairs. Jared was sitting on one of the couches at the very back. He wore dark jeans and what she thought was either a very light gray or white t-shirt. Between the dim lighting casting a red haze off the crimson painted walls and the steady waves of smoke coming from all the persons in the area smoking their cigars, she couldn’t quite tell the color. But that didn’t matter, the tight fit of the material over his taut pectorals, slim abs and thick biceps told her all she needed to know. Fran was right, he did look like he’d been working out more. And the result was fucking magnificent.
There was a table to the left of the couch, so his glass and an ashtray were on it. But he sat at the end of the couch that had afforded her that glimpse of him from across the room. His legs were still spread as he sat back looking like he was more at home than in a public space. The hand holding his cigar rested on his knee while the other arm remained on the back of the couch. As she approached her gaze fell to his crotch and she had to lick her lips while steadying her breath.
“Sit down with me,” he said when she was close enough.
“No,” she replied and hurriedly continued. “What are you doing here? I told you I couldn’t go out with you tonight? Did you follow me here? Because that’s creepy and I’d be worried about you if that’s the shit you were on now.”
He raised a brow and said in an even slower tone than he’d used before, “Sit down with me, Desi.”
Biting her bottom lip, she realized she had two choices, either sit down with him or run her ass back across the room like she was a track star. She took another step closer thinking he would scoot over and let her sit on the end of the couch that was closest to her, but he didn’t. The jerk. So she had to move even closer to squeeze past his long legs and sit to the left of him on the empty area of the couch. The black dress she’d worn was tight enough so she didn’t have to smooth it down in the back before she sat. Desi was a thick woman—hoovering between a size twenty and twenty-two depending on the day of the month—had been her whole life and she’d always loved her curves. Her mother had taught her to be proud of the who and what she was and to know that if other people didn’t like her for whatever reason, it was their problem and not hers. So, the jokes kids had tried to hurl at her growing up had fallen on deaf ears until they’d eventually found another poor soul to try and torture. She’d never had a problem with getting and keeping boys’ attention though, which her mother had attributed to there being somebody out there for everyone.
Angela Kane could be really smart with the advice she often doled out to her only child, but dumb as a bag of rocks when it came to her husband, Ed. It wasn’t that Desi really believed her mother wasn’t smart. It had taken her a while to simply realize that Angela was in love—granted it was some crazy toxic type of love—with Ed and had been until the day he’d died.
“This isn’t dinner,” he said when she was seated. Then he offered her the cigar.
She accepted it knowing it would have a sweet flavor because of the type of leaves it was wrapped in. Jared preferred the sweet notes found in premium cigars over the spicy and in the years since she’d been coming to the lounge without him, she’d adopted the same habit. She put it to her mouth and pulled on it, almost moaning from the accuracy of her thoughts on the sweet flavor—like dark chocolate and molasses. She released the smoke through her nose and lips slowly as she handed it back to him..
“And I didn’t follow you,” he continued and put the cigar to his lips again.
She watched as he took a quick pull and blew the smoke out in puffs. Jared had really nice lips. They weren’t too big but were just thick enough for her to suck on when they kissed. Even though he loved sucking on her lips first whenever their mouths met. Like he had that day at the gallery.
“After I left you in the ballroom I went to meet with Mari and she told me you’d mentioned coming here tonight,” he said, his dark eyes locking on hers.
