“Just for these weeks. I’m not asking for anything beyond that. Give me this time. Be my submissive. Let me take care of you and all I’ll ask in return is that you be my sweet little fuck toy. Your body will belong to me. Mine to fuck and love and worship how I like.”
His words were a drug in her veins, racing through and clouding her better judgment. How nice would it be to forget for a while? She would have to go back to reality, but for these days she could be Jesse’s. She could revel in his affection and give him hers in return because she wasn’t really this girl. She was someone else, but she could sink into the role and for a few days she wouldn’t have to grieve. She could live again.
“Yes.”
His fingers picked up the pace. “Be still. Let me start out right. You read up about the lifestyle. You know that right now, I’m in charge and you obey me. I won’t demand it most of the time, but when it comes to this, know that I require complete obedience. You can stop me if you’re scared or if you don’t like something, but we’ll talk about it. No more running away and putting walls between us. I won’t stand for it.”
She could barely stand at all. His hands were doing magical things to her flesh.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded. “Open your eyes while I make you come and think about how many people could be watching you. There are all those windows. How many people are stopping what they’re doing because they can see you? They can see that my hand is down your slacks. They know I’m playing with your pussy. They might want to be the man getting to touch all this sweet flesh, but I’m the only one.”
She forced her eyes open. Her pussy didn’t give a damn that this was contrary to proper societal displays of affection. Her pussy was not only a traitor but a blatant exhibitionist.
“How does it feel? Talk to me,” Jesse ordered. He gave her nipple a nasty twist that made her shiver in his arms.
“So good. Just a little more,” she practically begged. She looked down. She knew she should be embarrassed but she couldn’t help it.
Jesse’s cock ground against her backside, pressing her against his fingers. She was deliciously squeezed by him and it didn’t take long before she called out his name and gave in to the pure pleasure he offered her.
She sagged in his arms, staring down at the street below.
“I’m going to take you over to that lounge chair and fuck you in the sunshine,” Jesse vowed as he pulled his hands back.
She dragged air into her lungs and braced herself against the wall when Jesse let her go.
That was when she saw it. The van. The same van that had been driving by every couple of minutes was slowing in front of the building.
It was wrong. There was no work to be done here. Taggart wouldn’t have anyone in the building he hadn’t thoroughly vetted, and he wouldn’t have anyone at all who didn’t have to be here. Even Kori, Ferguson’s assistant, was escorted in and out of the building every day while she gathered messages and files and watered the plants.
Something was wrong with that van.
“Jesse?”
The van stopped in front of the locked gate. Maybe it was turning around. Across the street, she could see the door to Jake Dean’s vehicle open and he stepped out, already talking on his cell.
“Who the hell is that?” The sexy growl was gone from Jesse’s voice, though there was still a hard edge there.
“Maybe he’s turning around.”
A SIG appeared in Jesse’s hand and he started to pull her away. “We’re going inside.”
A loud rev split the air and then a crash as the gate gave way to the big van. It smashed its way through, tore through the parking lot and then stopped right in front of the building. She saw another car, this one a massive truck, race toward the building from the street.
Even Jesse watched as the driver’s side door to the van opened and then closed. A man in a ski mask stepped out, leveled his gun, and started firing toward Dean.
But it wasn’t the gun that terrified Phoebe. It was the fact that he had a small black box in his hand. She heard tires squealing as the truck rammed into the van, but her eyes were on that little box in the tall man’s hand.
“Shit, he’s got a bomb.” Jesse started pulling her away from the side as the world exploded around them.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Jesse felt the heat and tackled Phoebe just as the first blast hit them. It forced him forward, but he was fairly certain he’d taken the majority of the explosion. Pain flared in his shoulder, but it didn’t matter because he was far more worried about getting her off this damn building than he was any piece of shrapnel he might have lodged in his body.
The ground beneath him quaked and he felt the fucking building move and shake.