Ardor (7 page)

“Hey,” I chuckled at the icy glare she was sending our dense companion. “You got here quick. I’m so happy to see you.” I nuzzled her neck. “Please don’t do this to me again.”

“I guess you’re the girlfriend,” Swampy interrupted, and looked Jasmine over, “nothing special in my opinion.”

“Your opinion means shit . . . now shoo.” Jasmine pressed her cheek against mine. “Do what?” she asked low enough for only me to hear.

“Try to move on,” I whispered against her neck.

“Alright,” Alex said out of nowhere, “you’re here, and I’m clocking out. Get our Romeo home and go easy on him, Jasmine.” 

“I will. How much has he had to . . . oh, shit.” Jasmine gasped as I peppered kisses across her neck.

“Enough to be drunk, happy, and make you lose your composure.
Have fun kiddos,” Alex called out as he made his way to the bar. 

I’m guessing to settle our tab. I hope.

“Let’s get out of here, babe.” I bit Jasmine’s collarbone softly. “You smell and taste like home.”

Jasmine didn’t say a word as she all but dragged me out of the establishment. Didn’t yell, argue, or make light of our crazy situation. 

How she got me in the car and home I’ll never know. I can’t remember a thing about it.

How I made it inside the house and into my bed also evades me.

“Come on, Greg. Work with me here,” Jasmine whined as she fought with my boots.

“You’ll be more comfortable if you change.”

“You’re so beautiful Jasmine . . . so hard to stay away from.” Sleep was beginning to take me under. “How could I’ve been so stupid?”

“What do you mean . . . oh, come on, Greg. Please don’t fall asleep yet. Talk to me.”

“I’m tired, Jasmine, just want to love you.” Her blurry face waivered before me as the words left my lips. “I need you.”

Her hand caressed my face.

“I love you, too,” she whispered into the empty room before my exhaustion took me under.

But I heard every word and it gave me the final push I needed to go after her before I lost her forever.

Chapter 8

My palms were sweating as I saw Jasmine enter the store and walk my way. She smiled and my chest tightened. Her eyes were shining bright. For a second, I was transported to the night before and the words she had whispered before my mind shut down for the night.

“I love you, too.” 

No words had ever sounded sweeter.

“Morning, Miss Jasmine.” 

She giggled while standing before me, rocking back and forth on her feet. 

So fucking cute.
“Ready to start, Jasmine, or do you need a moment to grab a cup of Joe from the employee’s lounge first?”

“To be honest, coffee sounds amazing right now, Sir.”
 

My cock tightened to the point of pain every time she called me that.
Sir.
Every day it was, “Is there anything I can do for you, Sir?” or “Is that all today, Sir?” She was driving me up a fucking wall.

It was all in the way her plump lips would enunciate each letter; a sinful caress almost feeling reverent and sensual to my ears.

The simple thought of her bound to my bed with the finest of silks holding her in place made my pants tighten. What I wouldn’t give to make that a reality.

Leather, cuffs, and ropes could come in handy while I bent my beauty to my will. Fuck me; what a beautiful picture I painted. I could see it in my head, and almost taste her on my tongue.

Splayed and open for my perusal . . . my torture. Jasmine’s arms and feet would be tied to the four posts on my bed, rendering her helpless while she watched my every move. I’d feast on her for hours on end, denying her body of its natural instinct or response. 

I was ready to be generous by giving her what she wanted most: to come on my tongue and my tongue alone.

Her moist folds would drip onto my sheets, becoming my new favorite scent. Who the fuck needs Febreze when you could have eau de Jasmine to smell every day?

“Are you okay, Sir? You seemed flustered . . . hot.” 

Jasmine had to be fucking with me. Didn’t she realize how close I was to devouring her, and taking her for my own?

Step away, little girl, step away for your own safety.

“I’m fine,” I snapped, and her smile fell at once. “Let’s just get you what you need and begin taking in counts. This is going to be a long morning, Jasmine, and the rest of the crew will be here in approximately five hours.” 

She nodded with a glum expression on her sweet face, and then proceeded to walk in front of me, her ass jiggling with each step she took. My hand reached forward, my fingers stretching and almost sweeping across her enticing rear.
So fucking close.
Instead, my hand landed on the small of her back, and I began to lead her toward the rear of the store, away from the cameras.  Away from any pair of eyes that could still be lurking around our building. 

On instinct, she leaned toward my hand, and then refused to walk any faster than one measly step away from me. If I would have sped up just a tiny bit, my cock would’ve grazed her ass.

Her back to my front would have been my downfall, and by the small smirk she wore at that moment, I think Miss Jasmine knew this, too.

“Do you want the regular blend we carry in the lounge or the special Kona blend I keep in my office?” My lips were close to her ear, my breath caressing her delicate neck.

My girl moaned. “I just want you . . . Oh, fuck—I mean, the Kona sounds amazing.” 
Dirty little cashier.

“Sounds like you want more than what I have in my office, Jasmine.” A shiver made its way down her spine when her name left my lips. “Surely you know I could give you anything you want. Anything . . .” 

She was now panting and pushing her body closer to my own.

Give into me, woman.

“Whatever you’re having is fine, Sir.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes,” she squeaked when I bit her lobe.

“What if what I desire is out of my reach?” My cock was now rubbing against her fleshy rear. “What if what I want, Miss Velez, is moist, pink, and oh, so fucking sweet?
Delicate and savory. Could you give me this?”

“Oh, God . . . oh, please . . .” 

Fuck, who knew she would sound so sweet begging? “Be a good girl for me, and maybe

I’ll give you what we both want; what we need.”

“Anything I want?” Jasmine moaned. My fingers held her hips still as she tried to gyrate them in search of relief.

This morning was going to be so much fun.

I pushed her forward with a gentle hand, removing that luscious ass from dangerous territory.  We both needed a minute to cool down.

Jasmine’s breathing was harsh, and her body trembled as she stood facing away from me.

I could hear her faint mumbling while she attempted to right herself. 

Was she regretting this? 

A blush overtook her cheeks, and I almost pulled her back into my front. The color looked so beautiful on her sun kissed skin that I needed to see more.

“Turn around,” I commanded, but she stood as still as a statue, shaking her head from

side to side.

Please don’t shut down on me, baby . . . please give yourself to me. 

“Turn around, Jasmine.” 

She jumped from the force of my tone and diligently complied. 

Good girl.

“I’m sorry, Mr. T.” she sputtered, and then continued to blush under my unwavering stare. “I don’t know what came over me . . . please . . . please, don’t fire me.”

“Oh, sweet Jasmine, I’m not going to fire you. We both reacted to our natural instincts. I believe it would be for the best if we put this incident behind us, and never speak of it again.” At that she looked disappointed.

Perfect.

“Um, sure, Sir,” my coquettish clerk whispered. “If that’s what you wish.”

“For now, it is.” Her eyes snapped up and searched mine. 

The following thirty minutes were spent participating in the dirtiest foreplay session I’d ever been subjected to.

Inside my office, Jasmine made a direct bee-line for the small leather couch I had against the wall and made
herself at home. 

When the smell of the specialty blend coffee saturated the space she moaned out and declared, “Fuck, that’s the good shit,” in the most sinful tone I’d ever heard from her.

I growled at her, but that only served to entice her further. The little minx let her eyes roll to the back of her head, and then arched her back so that her breasts pushed against her red polo. 

Jasmine’s nipples pebbled while my eyes devoured her breasts. They were encased in what looked to be a flimsy piece of lace, judging by the pattern that could be seen in the taut fabric.

My feet began to carry me over to where she sat; in my hands I held a tray of guava and cheese filled pastries. I wanted to watch her lick the sweet concoction from her fingers, lips, and if possible, off my cock.

“Jasmine,” I growled low, and she trembled. I knew my face was showing her just how sinister I could be . . . how nasty. I felt the sneer on my face. “Care for a pastry or something else to entice those soft, plump lips?”

“Jesus, please . . . yes,” she mewled.

Placing the tray beside her on the small couch, I crouched down to her level. My fingers reached out to place a stray piece of her black hair behind her ear, all while my eyes were devouring the lust and want her caramel eyes were throwing back at me.

Perfect.

“Jasmine, tell me . . . what do you want?”

Nothing. Not a sound came from her in response.

“Answer me, sweetheart, or this ends now.” Still I was met with silence.

“Now!” I yelled.

Her pouty lips crashed onto mine before my brain could process another thought. Sweet, succulent, and soft; they were giving me what I needed by yielding to mine.

My tongue dominated hers. I sucked on it gently before tasting every square inch of her mouth. Our teeth clashed, and our lips met in a bruising attack; breathing was almost impossible and my chest was starting to ache, yet I couldn’t stop.

She was my ambrosia.

My lips left hers to travel down her neck and latch on below her ear. 

She tilted her head back for me, moaning. “Oh, fuck me.” 
I was already planning on it, sweet girl.

“In due time,” I mumbled against her throat. I had an animalistic desire to leave the darkest bruise I could, leaving no doubt in anyone’s mind that she was spoken for, and being fucked by someone who appreciated her body and could make it sing.

When I was satisfied I’d suckled her flesh long enough, and she was left just coherent enough to hold her sitting position, I pulled away. 

Jasmine slumped back against the couch, eyes glazed over, and panting. Her body was already betraying her and demanding that we lay down to continue. 

All in due time,
I mused while admiring my handy work: huge, purple, and the most beautiful thing I’d ever done with my mouth. 

“Beautiful,” I whispered, and her eyes met mine.