Billionaire's Secret: Exposing Jay: A Chicago Suits Romance (Loving Jay Book 2) (2 page)

“
I
missed you today
,” Jay said.

“You missed our afternoon meetings.” I giggled and kissed him, remembering how amazing the past two weeks have been.

He put his hands on my waist, his grip firm. Our kiss deepened, and I leaned back to pull my head away despite how much as I wanted to carry on.

“Hey,” he said, gripping me harder.

“You’ll mess up my lipstick. You have to wait till after dinner for that.”

He pressed his forehead to mine. “Is that so?”

“Yes,” I teased, putting my finger to his nose.

“Maybe I’m not hungry any more.” He kissed my cheek.

“Maybe I am.”

“Fine,” he released his grip, “I can’t wait to see what’s under that trench coat.”

“Let’s get to the restaurant, and you’ll find out.”

He’d parked his McLaren in the no-stopping zone in front of my building, the same place he’d parked his old banger two months before. I walked up to the passenger door and grabbed the handle.

“I’m getting a cab, there’s never any parking around Dish.”

“Oh, okay. But you can’t leave your car here, it’s a no parking zone.”

“It’s fine.” He put his arm around my waist, steering me away from the car.

“No, they ticket like mad around here.”

“Oh well.”

“Unbelievable.”

“What?”

“Just because the ticket is pocket change to you, you don’t care? It’s not about the ticket, it’s about being considerate to other people.”

He looked at me, and I flushed. It was my own little stance against the one percent.

“You really want me to move it?”

“Yes.”

“Fine, if it means that much to you. Just give me twenty minutes while I drive around looking for a parking spot.” He swung his arms in an exaggerated way as he said it.

“But we’ll be late for our reservations.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“But…”

“Which is it Abbie? What would offend you less? A parking infraction or tardiness?”

“Can’t we just drive there and find a spot?”

A taxi drove past, and Jay flung his arm up. The car screeched to a stop. Jay opened the door and looked at me to get in. I debated for a moment, sighed and climbed in.

Jay walked around the car and got in the other side. I shuffled across the seat and leaned my head on him. He put his arm around me, soothing me. Should I apologize for my little outburst? I caught myself with the image of his car parked where it shouldn’t be.

“Can I ask you something?” This seemed like a good moment, it had been bothering me for a while.

“Of course, anything.” He smoothed my hair,

“Before you said you’ve wanted me for years. What did you mean by that?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I only worked at Force McAllister for eight months, how could you have wanted me for years?”

The car stopped for a red light, and Jay’s eyes fixed on it. When it turned green, he spoke.

“For years I’ve wanted to find someone to settle down with but never had any luck. Until I found you.”

My heart filled with warmth and I squeezed my body into his. His closeness, his cologne, the beat of his heart. Everything about him mesmerized me.

* * *

M
y eyes looked
out the window, but I didn’t see anything on the other side. I was too intoxicated by his scent. The closeness of the cab made his spicy cologne much more apparent and I could think of little else.

The only other thing I noticed was the g-string pulling against my lips. I guess they’re not intended to be worn out and about. I tried moving it by clenching my ass cheeks, which was useless. I was dying to hitch it out, but that’s all unladylike and Jay would most definitely notice. How would Jay react if I reached my hand up under my coat and dress and dug it out?

We seemed to be hitting every red light, prolonging my discomfort.

“Everything okay?” Jay asked.

“Huh? Yeah. Why?”

“Because you’re dancing around so much.”

“I’m wearing an Agent Provocateur g-string and it’s really uncomfortable,” I said, my voice quiet so the taxi driver couldn’t hear.

He leaned his head against mine. “Now I really wish we’d skipped dinner.”

“Don’t you wish.”

“I do. I’m going to tell this man to turn the car around.”

“Not yet, mister. A girl deserves dinner first.”

Jay burst out laughing “Oh does she now?”

“Besides, you can’t be that excited.” After my parking tirade anyway.

“You always have me excited.”

“I do, do I?”

He grabbed my arm, sliding his hand down until he’d found my hand, then he pushed it against his crotch. His cock was hard, the discovery of which excited me to my core. I still could not believe I have this effect on a man as incredible as him.

W
e pulled
up in front of Dish. The hottest and hardest restaurant to get into in Chicago. I’d never been, but it seemed like Jay had been many times before.

He opened the wooden door, and into a space lined with more wood.

As soon as we were at the hostess station, Jay took my coat from me. His eyes raked over my body as the red dress was revealed for the first time.

“Right this way sir,” the hostess said once she’d taken our coats.

The hostess led us to a table for two in the corner. It matched the wood of the entranceway. Jay sat with his back to the room, giving me a good view of the trendy restaurant.

It wasn’t particularly big, certainly no where near the size of a TGI Friday’s. I’d never been anywhere so upscale before. The same dark wood was everywhere, even in the light fixtures. All the diners were dressed to impress, and there were a surprising amount of them, given that it’s Monday. What surprised me most was how far apart the tables were. We could shout dirty secrets to each other and no one else would hear.

* * *

“
Y
our menus
,” the waiter said, placing one on the table in front of each of us. “Can I get you anything to drink to start with?”

“A bottle of the Besin Colseau 2010,” Jay said to the waiter.

“What’s that?” I asked.

Jay looked to me and smiled. “Red wine.”

Another man appeared and poured water into our water glasses. Embarrassed, I picked mine up and drank.

The menu was, different. There were only three entrees to choose from, I didn’t know what half the stuff in it was. I studied it, determined to translate it into something I understood. It boiled down to meat, fish or poultry. I’ll go poultry, that’s always safe, though I’d never had quail before, other than the eggs Jay had brought to the picnic, which is the only reason I knew it was a bird.

A sommelier appeared and poured our wine. We ordered our food. Another man appeared with an assortment of bread to choose from. I selected a herbed potato bread. Potatoes made into bread, who knew?

I was in agony the entire time. Wearing the g-string out was the worst idea I’d ever had. Lesson learned. But for now I needed to take it off.

“I keep envisioning that g-string under your dress.”

I stifled a laugh. “It’s about to come off, I can’t take it anymore.”

Jay raised his eyebrows. “Really?”

“Yes, if you’ll excuse me for a minute, I’m going to the washroom to take it off.” I stood, trying to figure out which way the washroom was.

“I’ll be thinking about you.”

* * *

T
he washroom had three stalls
. Nice stalls. The partitions went all the way from the ceiling to the floor and the solid doors were the same dark wood as in the restaurant. Even though I was alone, I went into a stall to take the g-string off, in case someone came in. I didn’t want them to find me with my panties around my knees. Well, if you can call these panties, there’s not quite enough fabric for them to qualify.

G-string in hand, I pulled open the stall door and jumped. Jay was standing right in front of me. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me into him.

“You can’t be in here,” I said.

“Is this another one of your rules?” He kissed my neck, and I closed my eyes in delight.

“Not only mine. You can’t just come in a woman’s washroom,” I said, my voice breathy.

“I’m James McAllister, I can do whatever the fuck I want.” He kissed across my cheek.

“Not to me you’re not, Jay Mickle. You definitely can’t do anything, you didn’t manage to keep that photo off the internet.” The shock and hurt of the photo had been forgotten and had become a light hearted joke between us. I giggled and put my finger on his lips, stopping his advancing kiss.

“Watch me.” He turned us around and backed me up against the counter, planting his lips on mine.

He placed his hand on my thigh and slid it up, taking the fabric of my dress with it. His fingers grazed across my bare lips, making them tingle. I had to be strong.

“We can’t in here,” I protested between kisses, “It’s a bathroom.”

“It’s a lot cleaner than that dive bar, and I didn’t see you complaining there.”

The memory of being under the table at the bar made my pussy clench with want.

“But our appetizers have been ordered and are probably going cold on the table.” I tried to wiggle my way out of his grasp.

“So I’ll order fresh ones.” He slipped a finger inside of me, the pressure so light it made me hunger for more. Fuck it.

I moaned, needing more. He increased the pressure of his finger, my pussy becoming wet with want. We kissed, a passionate, deep kiss as frantic as our first.

The bathroom door opened. “Oh my god!” a woman shrieked.

Jay jumped back and I yanked my dress back down, hoping I hadn’t just given her a wide-angle shot of my crotch.

Jay flashed his dazzling smile at her. He tipped his head at her, said “Ma’am” and left the bathroom.

Meanwhile my skin had turned the same shade of red as my dress and I fumbled to regain some composure. She rushed into a stall and I fled the room.

* * *

J
ay was sitting
at the table as if nothing had just happened. I hurried back towards the table, the g-string bunched up in my hand. I dropped it in his lap as I passed him and sat down in my seat.

It was so much more comfortable now I didn’t have a narrow piece of fabric taut across my sensitive parts.

Jay picked up the g-string, propped his elbows on the table and held it out between his fingers, like a cat’s cradle. My eyes darted around the room, praying no one was looking our way.

“I wish you’d stay at mine,” he said, his eyes on the silk triangle.

“We talked about this, I want to stay at my place on weeknights. I like walking to work. It means I can sleep in longer.” When was he going to understand I needed my home? I loved my condo, I’d worked so hard to keep it, I didn’t want to give it up.

“Don’t the nights make it worth it?”

Still worked up from the bathroom, I tingled all over as I pictured one of our nights. It was true. Tonight would be the first time in two weeks that we hadn’t slept in each other's arms after fucking half the night away.

“You could always stay at mine,” I said, trying not to sound like I was begging. Which I was.

“I don’t know, I think I may be done with slumming it now,” he said, joking.

“Ouch, harsh! My condo is not a slum, I’ll have you know,” I said laughing.

He flashed his dazzling smile at me. “You know I can see your nipples through that dress?”

My hands went to my breasts, covering them. How are you supposed to wear a bra with the cut of this dress? They could at least have put extra fabric in the front, to shield nipples.

“I didn’t have a bra that wouldn’t show with the cut out back.”

“So you’re telling me you’re sitting there in no panties or bra?”

“I guess I am.”

“And you expect me not to fuck you right now on this table?”

My eyes widened, unsure if he was serious or not. I wouldn’t put it past him.

Our food arrived, distracting us from the idea.
I dug into a dish of. Something. It tasted nice anyway. Better than nice, amazing. I stopped talking while I finished all that yummy, something.

Jay ordered another bottle of wine.

* * *

W
hile waiting for our entrees
, he said, “This weekend, before the weather gets too cold, I’m going to take you out on my boat.”

“You have a yacht?” Of course he does. When am I going to get over all these things?

“No. Cabin cruiser. It’s supposed to be sunny Saturday.”

“Sure,”

“Don’t wear underwear.”

I laughed. “Okay, I get it now. Is this more of you marking your territory?” Jay had this thing going on, where he had to fuck me in a different room in his mansion every night. I still hadn’t been back in his bedroom. But twelve bedrooms takes time, especially when you include en suites. After that we’re starting on the ground floor. We probably won’t finish the basement until spring.

“You know, it’s going to take a lot longer if you’re not there Monday to Friday.” I wish he’d drop the point.

“Yeah? Maybe I want to do the same to you in my condo.”

“You have three rooms. Including the bathroom. And we’ve already fucked in two of them.”

“I have areas. There’s a living area, a dining area, a kitchen area.” Jay laughed, his smile lighting up his entire face.

Our next course arrived, and I laughed at the tiny little bird on my plate. Good thing I wasn’t that hungry, other than my hunger for Jay.

We finished our meal with dessert, mine a panna cotta with gooseberry. Whatever panna cotta was. Or gooseberry. It was insanely delicious, like the rest of the meal.

* * *

“
C
offee
?” the waiter asked.

“Just the bill,” Jay said.

“Hey, maybe I want some,” I protested. The waiter and Jay both looked at me and I squirmed.