He only wants to flirt. So much for throwing caution to the wind. I’m embarrassed. Now I have an awkward weekend with him ahead—and I’ve likely trashed my ability to work at Soleil Energy for no reward at all. Great work, Corrine. At least I’ll have my own room here.
“Thank you for bringing me.” My voice cracks, and I bite back tears as I follow him to the car.
Chapter 12
Jackson
I step away from Corrine, and my cock is pounding.
While she slept, I read her deliciously naughty book and determined she is a little minx. She sighed while sleeping, and I knew right then that I wanted to hear her moan my name and have her come all over my tongue.
I was surprised when she leaned in and kissed me. It was soft and delicious. I had the urge to take her here, but with Ben, Brian, and the flight crew close by, I wanted to be respectful. However, later? I’m going to make her scream my name and beg me to let her come.
It’s almost dark. “Let’s go check this place out.”
We settle into the car and begin the drive, but it’s difficult to see much. The houseman who greets us when we arrive shows us to a table on the cliffs above the ocean, where there’s a beautiful torchlight dinner set for two.
“I’d say this is more than a beach house,” she says, taking in the view of the ocean.
She’s not kidding. I thought it was a large home on the water, not an estate with a large house and several buildings.
We’re served an excellent whitefish, with seasoned white rice and a mix of vegetables. It’s perfect for the day we’ve had. Corrine moans her appreciation, and again my cock strains against the buttons on my jeans. I look at her across the table and I realize she’s more than beautiful in the torchlight. She’s perfect.
She sits back in her chair with her glass of wine and looks out into the darkness. “I don’t know about your other properties, but I might hold on to this one for the view alone.”
Right now, I’ll do anything she asks. “I may not allow Viviana to win this back. It would be a great place to get away to.”
She nods, and I notice her eyelids are heavy with exhaustion.
“Let’s check out the inside. You look tired.”
Her eyes blink slowly. “It’s hit me all of a sudden.”
We walk inside, and the houseman shows us to our rooms. I was secretly hoping they’d assume we were together and put us in the same room, but I’m glad she’s at least next door.
“Goodnight.” She yawns.
I’m a little disappointed. I don’t usually have to ask a woman to come to bed with me. Often, they offer. “Goodnight,” I tell her. “Sleep well.”
My large bedroom opens to the ocean and overlooks the pool, which is beautifully lit at night. The sounds of the ocean will put me to sleep, no problem. Someone has unpacked my clothes, and it takes me a few moments to find my pajama bottoms. When I travel, I wear pants to sleep. It only takes one time for a fire alarm to go off in the middle of the night…
I pull on my pajamas and walk shirtless toward what I believe is the bathroom. I open the door and jump as I spot Corrine brushing her teeth. She jumps, too.
“Oh my God, you startled me.”
“I’m sorry. I thought this was my bathroom, not a shared bathroom.” I stop to take in what she’s wearing—a black, baby-doll negligée—and feel my cock rise.
She bends over to rinse her mouth, and I have all sorts of dangerous thoughts, but she says, “I’m done. I’ll get out of your way.”
As she rushes past me, I reach for her. “You’re never in my way.”
She smiles and steps aside. I can see she’s upset about something. I could ignore it and go to bed, but instead, I quickly brush my teeth and knock on the door she exited through.
“Corrine? Is everything okay?”
She sits up in her bed as I open the door and strains to smile. “Yes, I’m fine.”
I know women well enough to know that’s not what fine looks like.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
She nods. “Sorry if I was too forward earlier. It won’t happen again.”
“Wait. What?” My heart beats triple time. “You were not being too forward earlier. It was perfect. I only stepped back because if I didn’t, I would have bent you over the hood of the car and fucked you until you screamed my name. I have too much respect for you to do that with an audience.”
She turns scarlet, including her chest, and I wonder what her breasts would feel like if I played with them.
“Oh.”
I walk over, open the covers, and crawl in to lie next to her. “You can tell me to leave at any time.”
Her breathing hitches, and I kiss her. It’s soft and delicate, but I can only hold myself back for so long. Our kiss becomes sensuous. I want her to know the depth of my desire for her. Our tongues do an aggressive dance. I pull her on top of me, and she straddles me with her wetness rubbing against my hard cock. God, she feels so good.
I reach for her breast beneath the lace, and it’s soft and pliable—so much better than the hard rocks of so many of the women I date. I roll her nipple between my finger and thumb and pull.
Corrine breaks our kiss, throws her head back, and moans
