A Reclusive Heart
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Worrying her bottom lip, she shot a look over her shoulder at the closed door and then back to the bag. Could she really do this? Curious to see if she could make Nick lose his cool she decided that yes she really could. With an excited little giggle she grabbed the bag and ran into the bathroom.
******
When Jamie walked into the room he didn’t bother looking up from his computer. He needed to figure out a few backup plans just in case this bad weather followed them on their tour. He was just about to ask Jamie how she felt about hitting Texas when a flash of white caught his eyes. Not really thinking much of it he looked up and nearly choked on his tongue at the sight before him.
Before his mind fully registered the fact that Jamie was wearing the short white silk and lace number that made him harder than steel at the store he was getting to his feet and tearing off his tie and shirt. When she bent over in front of him to pick something off the coffee table he stumbled when he got his first look at her bare ass. If he hadn’t already been hard that would have done it.
“Get on the bed and spread your legs,” he bit out, uncaring that he was barking orders at her or that she was still new at all of this. He wanted her and he was damn well going to have her.
He could have kissed her when she did exactly what he asked without any hesitation. When she laid back on the bed and spread her legs he noted the blush that crept up her cheeks, but he was helpless at the moment to reassure her that everything would be okay when the only thing he could focus on at the moment was the neatly trimmed moist curls between her legs. He toed off his shoes and dropped his pants, uncaring that were going to get wrinkled.
His underwear were barely pushed off by the time he crawled onto the bed and buried his face between Jamie’s legs. The sharp cry of pleasure she released when he swiped his tongue over her cl*t pleased him so he did it again and again as he ran his hands all over her silk encased body. By the time she started screaming his name he on top of her, grinding his erection between her wet slit and he took her mouth in a hard brutal kiss that she eagerly welcomed.
The moment he came he realized that they wouldn’t be getting any work done today. The realization would have normally pissed him off, but today it only pleased him.
******
He gritted his teeth and forced himself to breathe as the torture continued.
Just as she took the tip of his c**k into her mouth and began working him into a frenzy she’d stop and test his control. She’d been doing this for twenty-three minutes and ten seconds now.
When she shyly asked him if she could take him into her mouth he’d nearly groaned wondering if Christmas had come early for him this year. It felt like years since he first imagined her sucking on him, but in reality had only been a few weeks. This morning when she showed up in his room in that barely there teddie he’d hoped and prayed that she’d do it, but had absolutely no intentions of forcing the issue. So when she offered all he could do was lie there dumbly and nod like an idiot.
He didn’t even question her need to work under cover as she did it. Truth be told, watching the shape of her head move beneath the pale green sheet while she worked him turned him on even more. Just then she decided to up her game by licking him from his balls to the tip and he had to stop himself from arching his back and silently demand that she take him in her mouth again. When she licked him again he felt himself relax that is until she stopped, again, and shifted around.
Jamie mumbled something, but he was too focused on the painful erection between his legs to pay attention. When she licked only to stop again he had enough. He really couldn’t take any more and wondered why she hated him so damn much to torture him like this. When he pulled the sheet away he received his second surprise for the day.
She had one hand wrapped around the base of his c**k as she frowned down at her phone. “I can’t tell if I’m doing this right,” she mumbled as she stared at her phone.
With a shaky hand he reached out and took the phone away from her and nearly groaned when he realized that his little recluse was watching an instructional video on her phone. The fact that she wanted to please him touched him in a way nothing else had. In that moment it didn’t matter that she had him hard enough to cause pain. All that mattered was his little recluse.
He tossed the phone to the side and reached out and cupped her face.
“Anything you want to do will please me, Jamie. You don’t need that,” he said, struggling to beg her not to continue with the start and stop torture. He didn’t want to hurt her in any way and he sure as hell didn’t want to make her feel bad. He would lie there for the rest of the night while she tortured him if that’s what she needed.
“Okay,” she said, sighing as she straightened her shoulders and set back to work. This time she took pity on him and didn’t stop. Actually she didn’t stop until he was shouting out his release and begging her to stop sucking on his poor abused cock. When she finally released him with a small little pout he couldn’t help but laugh as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. She snuggled contently in his arms. As he drifted off he couldn’t imagine a more perfect way to end the day.
Chapter 17
“Where have you been?” Nick asked when Jamie showed up with only two minutes to spare.
“Nothing,” she said, shifting nervously as she looked everywhere but at him.
He narrowed his eyes on his little recluse as she shifted nervously as she hugged that large bag she dared to call a purse tightly against her chest. “I asked you where you’ve been not what you’ve been up to,” he pointed out as they stepped to the side as one of the camera men rushed past them.
“Oh…..,um,” she mumbled, but didn’t really answer him. He knew she was nervous about doing her first on camera interview and really didn’t expect much at the moment. He had hoped that he’d have time to calm her down. In fact, he’d planned on pulling her into one of the dressing rooms and doing everything he could to help her relax, but the damn woman had made other plans this morning and told him that she’d meet him here.
Which brought up an interesting question, what had she been up to?
Judging by the way she was shifting with nervous energy, avoiding making eye contact, and hugging her bag in a death grip he was afraid he knew exactly what the little recluse had been up to. With a sigh he snatched the bag away from her and opened it, ignoring her protests as he pulled out five large bars of Belgium chocolate and glared down at his little recluse.
“You promised that you’d avoid sugar this morning,” he said accusingly as he shoved the chocolate back in the bag and held it away from her.
She swallowed nervously as she reached for it. “You don’t understand! I need it!”
He shook his head even as he grabbed her hand and led her deeper into the studio. “No, what you need to do is get your cute little ass into makeup and then do this interview.”
When Jamie gasped in outrage he couldn’t help but smile. “But I need it!
Please, Nick! Chocolate soothes me!”
He threw her a disbelieving look over his shoulder, but didn’t slow his pace as he continued to drag her over to makeup. “You’re like the Energizer Bunny when you have chocolate, Jamie. If you want some chocolate you’ll have to get through this interview otherwise I’m throwing it out,” he threatened, knowing that if he took her chocolate anywhere near a trash can that she’d probably try to kill him.
“You wouldn’t dare!” she hissed out and he didn’t bother to answer her as he maneuvered her around a group of people and planted her ass in a tall chair.
“Here she is,” he announced to Margaret, the makeup specialist who’d been hitting on him since he showed up an hour ago to make sure that everything was set up for Jamie’s interview.
“Thanks, Nick. You’re such a sweetie,” Margaret said, placing her hand on his arm and giving it a little squeeze as she sent him another inviting smile. His eyes shot over to Jamie to see how she was reacting to the other woman’s obvious come on, but the damn woman was still sending the bag in his hands looks of longing.
Did he want her jealous? No, not really, but some kind of reaction would be nice since he couldn’t help but want to kill every bastard that got within speaking distance of her. He felt his lips twitch as Jamie tried to discretely reach out and take the bag from his hand.
******
When Jamie walked into the room he didn’t bother looking up from his computer. He needed to figure out a few backup plans just in case this bad weather followed them on their tour. He was just about to ask Jamie how she felt about hitting Texas when a flash of white caught his eyes. Not really thinking much of it he looked up and nearly choked on his tongue at the sight before him.
Before his mind fully registered the fact that Jamie was wearing the short white silk and lace number that made him harder than steel at the store he was getting to his feet and tearing off his tie and shirt. When she bent over in front of him to pick something off the coffee table he stumbled when he got his first look at her bare ass. If he hadn’t already been hard that would have done it.
“Get on the bed and spread your legs,” he bit out, uncaring that he was barking orders at her or that she was still new at all of this. He wanted her and he was damn well going to have her.
He could have kissed her when she did exactly what he asked without any hesitation. When she laid back on the bed and spread her legs he noted the blush that crept up her cheeks, but he was helpless at the moment to reassure her that everything would be okay when the only thing he could focus on at the moment was the neatly trimmed moist curls between her legs. He toed off his shoes and dropped his pants, uncaring that were going to get wrinkled.
His underwear were barely pushed off by the time he crawled onto the bed and buried his face between Jamie’s legs. The sharp cry of pleasure she released when he swiped his tongue over her cl*t pleased him so he did it again and again as he ran his hands all over her silk encased body. By the time she started screaming his name he on top of her, grinding his erection between her wet slit and he took her mouth in a hard brutal kiss that she eagerly welcomed.
The moment he came he realized that they wouldn’t be getting any work done today. The realization would have normally pissed him off, but today it only pleased him.
******
He gritted his teeth and forced himself to breathe as the torture continued.
Just as she took the tip of his c**k into her mouth and began working him into a frenzy she’d stop and test his control. She’d been doing this for twenty-three minutes and ten seconds now.
When she shyly asked him if she could take him into her mouth he’d nearly groaned wondering if Christmas had come early for him this year. It felt like years since he first imagined her sucking on him, but in reality had only been a few weeks. This morning when she showed up in his room in that barely there teddie he’d hoped and prayed that she’d do it, but had absolutely no intentions of forcing the issue. So when she offered all he could do was lie there dumbly and nod like an idiot.
He didn’t even question her need to work under cover as she did it. Truth be told, watching the shape of her head move beneath the pale green sheet while she worked him turned him on even more. Just then she decided to up her game by licking him from his balls to the tip and he had to stop himself from arching his back and silently demand that she take him in her mouth again. When she licked him again he felt himself relax that is until she stopped, again, and shifted around.
Jamie mumbled something, but he was too focused on the painful erection between his legs to pay attention. When she licked only to stop again he had enough. He really couldn’t take any more and wondered why she hated him so damn much to torture him like this. When he pulled the sheet away he received his second surprise for the day.
She had one hand wrapped around the base of his c**k as she frowned down at her phone. “I can’t tell if I’m doing this right,” she mumbled as she stared at her phone.
With a shaky hand he reached out and took the phone away from her and nearly groaned when he realized that his little recluse was watching an instructional video on her phone. The fact that she wanted to please him touched him in a way nothing else had. In that moment it didn’t matter that she had him hard enough to cause pain. All that mattered was his little recluse.
He tossed the phone to the side and reached out and cupped her face.
“Anything you want to do will please me, Jamie. You don’t need that,” he said, struggling to beg her not to continue with the start and stop torture. He didn’t want to hurt her in any way and he sure as hell didn’t want to make her feel bad. He would lie there for the rest of the night while she tortured him if that’s what she needed.
“Okay,” she said, sighing as she straightened her shoulders and set back to work. This time she took pity on him and didn’t stop. Actually she didn’t stop until he was shouting out his release and begging her to stop sucking on his poor abused cock. When she finally released him with a small little pout he couldn’t help but laugh as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. She snuggled contently in his arms. As he drifted off he couldn’t imagine a more perfect way to end the day.
Chapter 17
“Where have you been?” Nick asked when Jamie showed up with only two minutes to spare.
“Nothing,” she said, shifting nervously as she looked everywhere but at him.
He narrowed his eyes on his little recluse as she shifted nervously as she hugged that large bag she dared to call a purse tightly against her chest. “I asked you where you’ve been not what you’ve been up to,” he pointed out as they stepped to the side as one of the camera men rushed past them.
“Oh…..,um,” she mumbled, but didn’t really answer him. He knew she was nervous about doing her first on camera interview and really didn’t expect much at the moment. He had hoped that he’d have time to calm her down. In fact, he’d planned on pulling her into one of the dressing rooms and doing everything he could to help her relax, but the damn woman had made other plans this morning and told him that she’d meet him here.
Which brought up an interesting question, what had she been up to?
Judging by the way she was shifting with nervous energy, avoiding making eye contact, and hugging her bag in a death grip he was afraid he knew exactly what the little recluse had been up to. With a sigh he snatched the bag away from her and opened it, ignoring her protests as he pulled out five large bars of Belgium chocolate and glared down at his little recluse.
“You promised that you’d avoid sugar this morning,” he said accusingly as he shoved the chocolate back in the bag and held it away from her.
She swallowed nervously as she reached for it. “You don’t understand! I need it!”
He shook his head even as he grabbed her hand and led her deeper into the studio. “No, what you need to do is get your cute little ass into makeup and then do this interview.”
When Jamie gasped in outrage he couldn’t help but smile. “But I need it!
Please, Nick! Chocolate soothes me!”
He threw her a disbelieving look over his shoulder, but didn’t slow his pace as he continued to drag her over to makeup. “You’re like the Energizer Bunny when you have chocolate, Jamie. If you want some chocolate you’ll have to get through this interview otherwise I’m throwing it out,” he threatened, knowing that if he took her chocolate anywhere near a trash can that she’d probably try to kill him.
“You wouldn’t dare!” she hissed out and he didn’t bother to answer her as he maneuvered her around a group of people and planted her ass in a tall chair.
“Here she is,” he announced to Margaret, the makeup specialist who’d been hitting on him since he showed up an hour ago to make sure that everything was set up for Jamie’s interview.
“Thanks, Nick. You’re such a sweetie,” Margaret said, placing her hand on his arm and giving it a little squeeze as she sent him another inviting smile. His eyes shot over to Jamie to see how she was reacting to the other woman’s obvious come on, but the damn woman was still sending the bag in his hands looks of longing.
Did he want her jealous? No, not really, but some kind of reaction would be nice since he couldn’t help but want to kill every bastard that got within speaking distance of her. He felt his lips twitch as Jamie tried to discretely reach out and take the bag from his hand.
