Little Black Book (6 page)

Lots of people didn’t want to be in a relationship
. Trish was one of them. I spent an entire night listening to the pros and cons of being single, and honestly it didn’t sound terrible.

There was also the tiny fact I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
At first he’d seemed intense and somewhat odd, but now I’d been around him for a while, I was starting to feel different. I was a woman, and as Trish had once said, women have needs.

I never understood that statement
, until Sebastian whispered in my ear. And also when I stepped into his kitchen this morning and saw him half-naked. The fact was, I wanted him. I could kill two birds with one stone. I could get money to set me and Kyle up, and I could spend some time with Sebastian. I’d be stupid to turn that down.

I turned on my heels and went back the way I came. I knew what I wanted—what I needed, and all of that was up those stairs in a pair of sexy
jeans.

Seven

Sebastian

I didn’t like it. Her staying at my place, us eating breakfast together—all of it felt right, which felt wrong. This shit was exactly why I had fucking rules. I was done making exceptions for her.

This girl was unknown to me,
except her life seemed to be spiraling out of control… and I had the strongest desire to make everything better for her.

I was starting to think I should forget the whole deal
and just learn her name. Take her under my wing, the way I did with Vick. But then she’d smile at me when I did something nice for her, and it would be better than sex with any of the women in my black book.

I was truly fucked.

If I
’d learned anything in all my years, it was that you couldn’t give a woman an inch without her expecting the whole fucking world.

I made my way up to my office and sat down behind my desk before turning
the monitor on and clicking around my desktop. A little box popped up, awaiting my password, and I entered with swift taps on the keyboard.

Welcome, Mr. Black.
A computerized voice buzzed through the speakers on my computer. The screen lit up showing four different pictures.

Each of the four screens was surveillance for the different rooms in my apartment. I even had surveillance for the club. I wasn’t a very trusting person. In fact, I trusted no one. Therefore, there wasn’t anything in my home or work that I couldn’t see at all times.

I found Jessica still sitting in the kitchen as she ate alone. I was positive I knew what she was going to do, but it didn’t hurt to insure my investments. Plus, I liked watching her.

After she finished her breakfast, she went to the room she
’d stayed in for the night. Almost an hour later, she emerged dressed in clothes from the night before.

While I watched and waited
, I made some necessary calls. One of which, included getting my driver here. Her car was a total piece of shit, at least what I’d seen of it the night I followed her outside. Plus, I liked the idea of her needing me for something else. It gave her more incentive to take my deal. Once she did, her car wouldn’t matter anymore anyway since I’d have her use my driver or I’d get her a driver of her own.

I watched her walk to the entrance of the club and smiled to myself. I could appreciate her stubbornness. She wanted to feel like she was exercising all of her options, but the truth was, I was her only option. She was scared and feeling helpless, but I could sense other things stirring deep within her. She could deny it all she wanted, but she was excited by what I was offering her.

With a click, my monitor went black and then I waited. A few minutes later, when my office door opened, Jessica was staring back at me. She was stiff as she shut the door and made her way to the couch across from me.

“Can I help you?” I asked.

She trembled slightly, but it was enough for me to see it. And then she took a big cleansing breath.

“Yes, the proposition from the other night…” she stopped.

“What about it?” I asked.

“Does it still stand?”

I leaned back in my chair and stared at her. She licked her lips nervously and my cock started to grow. “It does.”

“I’d like to take you up on your offer.”

The words came from her lips too quickly. It was as if she was forcing herself to say them.

I couldn’t help the grin that covered my face. “Are you sure?”
Seriously, Black.
What the hell was I doing? Why was I giving her an out?

I wanted her more than I’d wanted a
ny other woman—maybe ever. This was my way of doing things, and I had the upper hand, as far as she was concerned. The last thing I needed to do was make her second guess her decision.

She nodded and her nostrils flared. “I’m sure.”

I didn’t like how her emotions were showing so clearly, but her words made me extremely happy. It was about time I had someone new. It wasn’t normal for me to mold a woman into what I wanted, but for her, I’d make an exception.

Standing up, I made my way around the desk. Her eyes never left my face and her nerves were showing. My eyes dipped to her neck, just in time to see her swallow hard. I positioned myself in front of her and leaned against my
desk. “Well if that’s the case, stand up.” I couldn’t wait to run my fingertips across her perfect skin.

She stood on shaky legs, with her head down.

“Look at me, beautiful girl.”

She lifted her face to mine with closed lids, and when she opened them, the rare green color caught me off guard. They were the color of moss—like the green of the Irish coastline. Beautiful. But then I looked harder and the fear lingering along the edges of her thick lashes cut me deep.

“I know you’re afraid, but in time you’ll learn to trust me.” I reached out and fingered a strand of her hair.

It was red—the most luxurious shade of crimson I’d ever seen, and it felt like silk. I closed my eyes and imagined what her hair would feel like against my chest as she rode me.

She flinched when I let my fingers move against her cheek. “I trust you,” she said.

Her words soothed a part of the ache that had lived in me for many years.

“You’re quite possibly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the luxury to meet. Do you have any idea how attractive you are, Jessica?” I could feel myself getting lost in her already. She was the perfect aphrodisiac for a man like me.

“My name—” she started.

I ran my thumb across her lips. “Don’t. If this is going to work, I never want to know your name. Your name is Jessica when you’re with me, understand?”

She hesitated, but finally nodded and I continued to caress her lips with my thumb. They were soft—too soft for my rough fingers.

She was shaking. Her nerves were getting the best of her, and I was starting to realize something about Jessica that made me a bit nervous.

“Are you a virgin?” I asked, not one to beat around the bush. I was blunt and demanding, and if it
was really going to work between us, she needed to understand that soon.

Her neck snapped when she looked up at me with wide, shocked eyes. “I…” she stopped suddenly. “That’s a little personal don’t you think?”

I couldn’t help myself. I chuckled. “If you accept my proposal, I’ll know you better than anyone ever has.” I let my hands move lower and ran my palm across the side of her breast before I wrapped my hand around her waist and pulled her closer. “I’ll know you inside and out. I’ll taste you. I’ll make you say and do things you never thought you would, and the best part is, you’re going to love every second of it.”

I felt her nipples stiffen against my chest and silently celebrated. “So I ask you again, has anyone ever been inside you? Has any other man ever tasted th
at sweet pussy?”

My dick pressed against the zipper of my pants and begged for release. I wanted to pull her hips close and press into her warmth, but I sensed it would scare her even more.

Her breathing changed and I let my eyes wander across her breasts as they lifted and fell with each breath.

Still, she didn’t answer. Running a finger beneath her chin, I lifted her face to mine. I was close enough that her sweet breath rushed against my lips, prompting me to kiss her and taste her.

“I don’t like to wait, sweetheart. Not even for someone as beautiful as you. Answer the question.” I allowed my lips to brush against hers.

Her breathing accelerated and I was rewarded when her tongue peeked out of her mouth and ran across her lips.

“No,” she whispered. “There’s been no one.”

A growl sounded from the back of my throat and again she swallowed hard.

The nice guy in me knew it was wrong to take something so special when I had nothing special to give in return. But then the devil in me spoke of how sweet and tight she would be.

What could I say? I was an asshole and the angel on my shoulder could suck my dick as far as I was concerned. I wanted her tight little pussy and I wanted it all to myself.

“So how exactly does this work?” she asked. Again, she licked her lips and took a deep breath.

Taking a step back, I sat down in my chair and leaned back. Folding my arms behind my head, I decided to take my time, after all, she had certainly taken hers.  When I didn’t respond right away, she licked her lips nervously and my cock
twitched.

“Sorry, sweetheart, but I don’t fuck virgins. They’re too unpredictable, plus I’d have to put in all the work to get you exactly where I need
ed you.” I let my chair go, sitting upright, and went back to flipping through my papers.

She hadn’t expected
my response and I left her feeling stunned and speechless.

“What?”

I was damned impressed with the lies I was able to spew without batting an eye. I wanted to fuck her all the more now that I knew she was a virgin. She was damn lucky a desk separated me from her untouched pussy.

“You made me go through all of that to tell me no?” She was outraged. I fucking loved it.

I sighed, faking annoyance and stood, pulling out a silver money clip, I pulled out a hundred. Making my way toward her, I held the bill between two fingers.

“Here’s a hundred.”

She looked down at the bill in my fingers and then back up at me. Her face had colored several shades of red. “Fuck you.” She hissed and then turned on her heel.

F
ortunately for her, I wasn’t done with her yet. She pulled open my office door, but I was faster and I slammed it shut with my hand, blocking her between me and the door.

She didn’t try to fight me and I knew I had her exactly where I wanted her. Flipping her around, I forced her to look at me.

“I’m a charitable man, ask anyone, but I only give one warning, so listen carefully. Nobody, and I mean nobody, talks to me like that.” She didn’t respond and really, I didn’t need her to. “Because I’m such a generous guy, I’m going to give you a chance to prove to me that you’d be worth it. You know, despite the fact that you’re a virgin.”

“What makes you think I want to prove anything to you now?”

Leaning into the door on one arm, I held my finger up and made a
tsking
sound. “Want to or not, you owe me. But I have a feeling you want to.”

“You’re wrong
,” she challenged.

“Am I? Would you like me to find out?” She stiffened and I smiled. “Deny it all you want, sweetheart, the spark in your eyes tells me differently.”

“You’re delusional.”

“And you’re a fucking liar. A delusional
asshole and a liar. What do you think about that?”

“I think this was a mistake.”

“Maybe, but you still owe me.”

“Owe you what?”

“You’ll know soon enough.” I turned around and walked toward my desk.

“
I’m not going to sleep with you,” she said confidently.

Making my way around my desk, I sat down,
unaffected by her empty threat.

“If a little bit of truth is going to wound you so severely, then this arrangement would never work. If you think you can handle it and want to prove to me you’d be worth my time, then sit.” I gestured to the chair in front of my desk. “I’ll get you a room for the night.”

I smiled inside when she took the seat, and then I made arrangements for her to get a room at a nice hotel close to the club.

“Your room’s ready, and they know you’re coming,” I said. Putting the phone down, I stalked toward her once more. Placing my hands on either side of her chair, our faces were inches away from each other.

“Thank you,” she whispered with her head down.

She had a serious problem with looking me in the eye. I wasn’t sure I liked it very much.

Lifting her face to meet mine again, I grinned at her. “I gave you something. Now what are you going to give me?”

She visibly swallowed and her eyes widened. “What would you like?”

“You’re nervous. I can see it in the stiffness of your shoulders, and the acceleration of your breathing.” I drew circles on her knee with my fingertips. “I don’t do slow and I don’t do soft and romantic, but for now, how about a kiss?”

“A kiss isn’t soft or romantic?”

I smirked and wrapped my fingers around the strands at the base of her skull, pulling her head until she stood against me, her lips brushing mine. “If done right, not at all.”

I pressed my lips to hers, ready to show her what a real kiss was, except, something different happened. She wasn’t the only one affected. I was, too. I’d known from the first time I saw her that she was different, but my body could sense just how different she was.

Running my tongue along the seam of her lips, she released a tiny gasp and gave me entrance into her sweet mouth. She tasted like strawberries and cream. My mouth watered at the thought of tasting all of her.

Our tongues collided—mine more
practiced than hers, but it didn’t take away from the affect it had on my cock. If anything, her inexperience turned me on even more. I pressed my hardness against her stomach, letting her know what she was doing to me