Wicked Gentleman Page 7

  Thankfully, I didn’t have anything about not dating employees drafted. What my employees did with their free time or whom they did it with was none of my concern, as long as they weren’t breaking the law or stealing from me, I didn’t give a shit.

  Stevie Brockman, she ignited something inside me. Those blue eyes of hers reflected innocence, but I wondered if she had a bit of a naughty side. Perhaps she was having the same dirty fantasies about me? I saw the way her gaze had gone a bit hazy when she looked at me earlier. On the other hand, maybe she was innocent and looking to explore her deepest desires?

  I spent a considerable amount of time thinking about her naked. Seeing her wearing nothing but a towel provoked several shower fantasies. Considering the massive erection I had after leaving the locker room, it was no wonder I ended up jerking off in my own shower. I pictured Stevie on her knees, sucking me deep. My mind went into overdrive as I imagined her pumping my cock and sucking my balls.

  Oh the things I can teach her.

  Christ. I sounded like a misogynistic pig. The lines had been blurred and I wanted this woman in the worst way. The fact remained that Stevie was an employee and years younger than me.

  What was I doing?

  What was I thinking?

  Playing with fire, and apparently I wanted to see how close I could get to the flames.

  I flicked on my turn signal and maneuvered my car down the small alley to her apartment. When I pulled into the parking lot I saw her standing at the bottom of her stairs wearing a floral print dress. The neckline was low, and her necklace fell right above the valley between her breasts. The wind tousled her blonde hair across her face. As she pushed it away, a smile crossed her lips and that’s when I remembered why I was doing this—Stevie was beautiful, smart, and a bubbly bright light.

  I needed that light.

  Things in my life weren’t exactly as happy go lucky as I’d led people to believe over the years. I remember it so vividly, when my father left my mother my senior year of college. I came home for Thanksgiving to find my mother sobbing and holding divorce papers in her hand. Jason was in jail and Janessa, my sister, was skiing with one of her sorority sisters in Aspen that holiday weekend.

  A year earlier, we’d flown home to Montana to visit family at Thanksgiving and my brother was arrested for possession of marijuana and attempted robbery. He and a few buddies decided to steal from a gas station. By all accounts, that was the beginning of the end for my parents.

  I wondered how many other people could pinpoint the exact moment their life took a complete tailspin. Growing up, my dad had been a man I admired and respected. To find out he was nothing but a spineless coward was a tough blow.

  I wondered if I somehow inherited his cowardice. Instead of staying in Miami and fighting for my hotel, I ran. I suppose I had no choice given the political circumstances.

  Stevie was having a very bad day, a bad few months as she admitted when I met her, yet she still had hope. I liked that about her—a whole lot.

  “HOW WAS THE REST OF your day?” I asked once we were settled into Jax’s car.

  His hands curled around the steering wheel. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. The chambray shirt he wore amplified the blue in his eyes making them twinkle. He was ruggedly handsome with old Hollywood good looks, like James Dean and Clint Eastwood.

  “It was uneventful,” he answered, before making a three point turn in the parking lot. “You look beautiful by the way. I like your dress.”

  Heat bloomed in my chest at his words. “Thank you. I found it in downtown Amelia City at a shop near the art gallery.”

  He turned onto the main road and then flipped on the radio. “What kind of music do you listen to?”

  “All kinds. Eighties. Country. Pop. Classic Rock.”

  “Let me guess, Fleetwood Mac?”

  I laughed. “How did you ever guess?”

  A smiled tugged the corners of his mouth. “Is that how you got your name?”

  “Yeah, my mom is a huge fan. She followed them around the country one year. I think she said she went to like twenty or so shows.”

  “Wow, that’s incredible. How did she afford that?”

  “I know that she had money saved up before she left. As she tells me, she made jewelry, bracelets with stars, moon shapes, and lots of fringe and sold them out of her van.”

  “Sounds like your mom is a bit of a free spirit.”

  I smiled, and picked a piece of lint off my skirt. The sounds of “Amanda” by Boston blared through the speakers and I let out a small set of giggles.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “A friend of mine used to sing dirty lyrics to this song all the time. All I ever hear are those words. Take you by the thighs and give you a surprise, Amanda.”

  He laughed a deep laugh that vibrated through the car. “I heard Cord Robinson, the golf pro, singing some dirty lyrics to another song a few weeks ago.”

  A sledgehammer crashed into my stomach, and I turned my head towards the window. I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t keep this from Jax. Cord and I had been over for a while. There were no feelings for him on my part. None. Ughh. This was one conversation that made me feel totally awkward. My eyes closed, and I took a deep breath.

  “Hey, where’d you go just now?” His deep voice brought my focus back to him.

  Wringing my hands together, I looked up at him. “Cord and the friend I mentioned are one in the same. I used to date him.”

  His mouth pressed into a hardline. He fell silent, obviously lost in his thoughts.

  “Is working with Cord going to be an issue?”

  I shook my head. “Not for me. As far as I am concerned we are strictly co-workers.”

  “Good to know,” he replied matter of fact.

  Before I knew it we had pulled up to the Franklin Culinary School. He parked the car near the front and reached out to open his door.

  My eyes watched Jax as he came around the front of the car to open my door. He took my hand in his sending heat fizzling over my skin. After closing the passenger door, he caught me by the shoulder.

  “Are you ready to turn up the heat?”

  My throat went dry. I’d suddenly lost the ability to speak. He pressed his tall frame against me and I blinked up to see those impossible gorgeous blue eyes searching my face. Just as I was about to respond, his soft lips were on mine. A familiar hum of electricity wound through every inch of my body.

  “Jax,” I breathed.

  His hands came up to frame my face. “I’m just getting warmed up.”

  No kidding, he was certainly getting me warmed up. My legs felt like jelly, and I couldn’t even think about the deep ache between my thighs. I had to concentrate really hard to put one foot in front of the other as he led me into the building. With that kiss lingering on my lips and being in such close proximity to Jax, how in the world was I going to make it through this class?

  “Have you ever noticed that food just tastes better when it comes on a stick?”

  Jax cocked a brow as he threaded red onions, pineapple and zucchini onto the skewer. “And what brings you to this theory?”

  After adding the salmon, he set another finished skewer on the tray and I brushed the soy sauce marinade over it. We were making the main course, Asian salmon kabobs.

  “State fair food. For instance, there are corndogs, deep fried candy bars—my favorite is the Milky Way. Then there’s cotton candy, candied apples and chocolate covered cheesecake on a stick.” My mouth watered thinking about the cheesecake.

  “I don’t think cotton candy counts.”

  “No?”

  “Cotton candy comes on a paper cone, not a stick,” he informed, placing the last kabob on the tray.

  I rolled my eyes. “Okay, smarty pants. You just had to be technical.”

  “These look pretty good,” he stated, adding a sprinkling of cilantro over each one.

  “Once you’ve finished preparing the kabobs, set them aside and go back to
your dumplings,” the instructor announced from the front of the classroom. “Take the cabbage strips out of the water and wring out the moisture.”

  Jax worked on the cabbage while I prepared the rest of our filling. We’d already browned the meat. We made the executive decision to use turkey instead of ground beef. I took my time mixing in the ingredients: scallions, more cilantro, ginger along with the sesame oil and soy sauce.

  Mixing was an easy job thankfully, because I couldn’t take my eyes off Jax and neither could a number of women in the class. There were at least ten pairs of eyes on him at the moment. Smiling, I picked up a pineapple chunk and playfully coaxed him to take a bite. His mouth closed over the fruit licking the juice from my thumb. Jax smiled, slowly making my knees go weak and my head feel light. The gentle touch of his tongue against my skin prompted the ache between my thighs to return. I pulled myself together and resumed the task at hand—dumplings.

  Clearing off some counter space, I set out the dumpling wrappers and then filled up a small bowl with water. The water was for sealing the dumplings. Jax finished with the cabbage and then combined it into our mixture stirring with a large spoon.

  “To make basic dumplings, simply fold the dumpling into a half-moon and press closed.” The instructor’s voice cracked out in a high-pitch as she demonstrated the various ways to fold the wrappers.

  Suddenly I’d lost interest in the task, as I watched Jax dip his fingers into the water and then working multiple pleats using his thumb and first finger. It was like watching an artist at work—he was simply too good. Skilled and precise, his dumplings looked like beautiful pieces of edible origami. By the time I was able to finish one of mine, he’d already made five.

  “Here let me show you.” His voice was low and seductive. After scooping some filling onto the wrapper, he took my fingers in his hands and then dipped them into the bowl of water. A shiver climbed up my legs. As he moved to stand behind me, he guided my fingers to the wrapper, interlacing his fingers with my own. I never knew a simple touch could be so erotic. Our wet fingers slid across the smooth wrapper, folding and then pinching it closed. His fingers caressed mine as we smoothed the edges together in a fluid movement.

  Tingles shot everywhere, from my fingertips to my toes, making a few stops to settle in other places. Jax’s cock pressed against the small of my back.

  “And as you can see once you pinch it closed then you slide it . . . in this way, zipper the dumpling closed.” The sound of the instructor’s voice boomed out.

  Jax wiped my hands on the towel and then his own. After he turned off the burner, he clasped my hand in his and led me out the door.

  Once outside in the hallway, he pushed me up against the wall and kissed me hard. The tile was cool, but it did nothing to quiet the alarms going off in my body. My hands snaked around his neck, and his tongue slid into my mouth.

  He shoved his hands into my hair, holding me tight as he sucked on my tongue. My fingers dug into his shoulder blades as he deepened our kiss. His hands drifted up and down my back, eventually falling to my ass. A growl rattled his throat as he urged my hips forward. The sound was deep and pleasurable, causing the pressure between my legs to tighten.

  My eyes flew open at the sound of footsteps echoing off the walls.

  “Someone’s coming,” I whispered, our mouths a hair’s breadth apart. “Should we go back inside and finish what we started?”

  Saying nothing his eyes darted around the space. He pulled me down the hallway with him, as he turned the handle on several doors, finally finding one that opened. Jax dragged me inside, and then locked the door. Lights from outside splashed across the room. As he took a step toward me, his hands landed on my hips.

  “I’m giving the tutorial now,” he said coolly, but there was no mistaking that wicked gleam in his eyes.

  AS THE OLD SAYING GOES, if you can’t take the heat get your ass out of the kitchen. It was too damn hot in that room, and I wasn’t hungry for food any longer. I wanted something sweeter than the pineapple juice that I’d licked off her fingers. I wanted to taste Stevie.

  Her tongue darted over her bottom lip as she studied me for a moment. I didn’t give it another thought, and I hauled her ass up onto a prep station table. There was a mirror attached. Fucking perfect.

  I lifted my hands to her face and kissed her, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth. It wasn’t enough just to kiss her, I needed to taste her. I wanted her—to consume her. My fingers worked the tie at the side of her dress, and with a quick pull the fabric fell away exposing her silken skin and pink lace. I could only assume she needed the same contact when her hands slipped under my shirt. Her fingers skated across my abs as my hands tangled in her hair pulling her closer. Breaking our connection, I gazed into Stevie’s heated eyes. She was breathless and flushed.

  I eased her back onto the table. I kissed every inch of her, trailing my tongue across her abs and coming to rest just above her thong.

  I inhaled her scent savoring her exquisite flavor. My fingers dug under the strings, taking note that the fabric wasn’t stitched together very well. I wanted to rip them off, but I stopped myself. French lace and silk should cover the most intimate parts of Stevie’s beautiful body. Not this cheaply made scratchy sorry excuse for lingerie.

  I pushed the fabric away revealing her glistening pussy. My eyes lifted to the mirror above and Stevie’s eyes snapped shut.

  “No, sweetheart, open your eyes,” I ordered, before dragging my tongue through her slit. “You’re going to watch me eat you.”

  A soft wail slipped from her lips, and her nails dug into my scalp when my tongue circled her clit. Arching against my mouth, she moaned and shifted her hips.

  Fuck, she is wild.

  My eyes flicked up to the mirror meeting Stevie’s blue ones staring back at me with a blistering heat. With my eyes locked on hers, I drew her folds between my teeth nipping gently before returning to her clit. Her hands fisted my hair, tugging and pulling at the roots.

  “Oh yes, Jax,” she moaned.

  That was the most beautiful sound I think I’d ever heard.

  “That’s right, sweetheart,” I said, twisting my wrist slipping a finger inside her. She was tight, hot, and slick. Seeing Stevie unravel was going to be the highlight of my day. Making her come—seeing her flushed and panting would be more satisfying than making a million before breakfast.

  “Oh . . . shit,” she moaned as I sucked her clit.

  Her hips undulated while breathy pleas and curses fell from her lips. My tongue lashed over her sensitive skin, and she cried out my name. Adding another finger, I began fucking her intently. Soon it would be my cock inside her, stretching and filling her—this was just a small preview. No pun intended.

  For a moment, I thought about dropping my pants and sliding into her neatly trimmed pussy, but this was all about her. I wanted her to remember this tomorrow—the image of my face between her thighs and my fingers deep inside her.

  “I love the way you taste,” I growled against her skin.

  Stevie’s nails bit into my scalp, and I lifted her leg over my shoulder. I sank my tongue inside her wet heat. She writhed and moaned as I plunged deeper before dragging upward to swirl around her clit.

  “Please. Oh please, Jax. Please.”

  I replaced my tongue with two fingers and my tongue teased over her clit. Nipping at her folds, I felt her pulsing against me. Latching onto her clit, I sucked greedily and increased the rhythm of my fingers.

  “Don’t stop, yes . . . right there.”

  With her gorgeous eyes trained on me, I devoured her—licking and tasting her sweetness. My tongue swirled over her clit once more, and my reward was a shuddering moan as she came all over my fingers.

  “Oh, it’s all too much,” she gasped, as I licked her slowly, drawing swirling circles on her clit.

  Stevie laid there panting, finally closing her eyes. It gave me a moment to adjust my cock, freeing it from being choked out by my belt. My eyes r
oamed over her, watching the rise and fall of her chest.

  Fuck she’s beautiful.

  “Holy shit,” she rasped, crossing her arms over her body.

  I chuckled, admiring my handy work on her thighs—red rashes from my stubble marked her creamy skin.

  She sat up, taking a deep breath.

  “Are you okay?” I asked, pressing my palms to the table on either side of her hips.

  Pushing her hair back, her eyes met mine and a wide lazy grin spread across her face. “You might have destroyed some brain cells. All I can hear is the blood rushing in my ears.”

  I lowered my mouth to her ear. “And just think I haven’t even fucked you, yet.”

  AN HOUR OF YOGA WAS supposed to calm my mind and body. All I could think about was Jax’s lips on mine, and other places. I thought I knew what an orgasm was before I met Jax. Orgasms before I was introduced to his experienced tongue and magic fingers were like riding a bike with training wheels. This was full-blown, look ma no hands and then soaring off into the sunset.

  After a long shower, I slipped into a pair of denim shorts and my favorite slouchy sweater. I opened the door to the fridge, and then pulled out all the ingredients to make a salad. Chopping up celery and dicing tomatoes couldn’t hold my attention long enough to stop thinking about Jax.

  I didn’t see him at work earlier, and when Carol said he’d gone out of town on business, I felt a twinge of sadness. Why didn’t he let me know that he was going out of town? Just because the man had gone down on me and in a public place no less, that didn’t earn me the right to daily comings and goings. Then I was back to remembering his tongue sucking my clit while his fingers drove inside me.