You Only Love Twice (Masters and Mercenaries #8)(71)

“I’m willing to take that chance, and I told you what would happen if you cry. I’ll hold you and then I’ll make love to you all over again. I’m going to prove to you we can work.” He pressed her against the concrete wall. It came to her waist, leaving her torso in full view of all of Dallas. “Do you know what I didn’t tell your brother?”

“So many things, I hope.” She didn’t like to think about what that conversation had been like. Probably very masculine chest thumping and much discussion about how Ten would kill Jesse if he hurt Phoebe and how Jesse would kill Ten if he didn’t stay out of their business.

“I didn’t tell him how dirty you are, baby. How gorgeously filthy you like it. I didn’t tell him that you like being watched.” His erection pressed against her backside. “I didn’t tell him I haven’t played with your ass yet, and that I’m going to. I’m going to get my cock in that tight little ass of yours and I’m never going to want to leave. You’re going to be so tight. That little * of yours is going to fight me at first, but I’ll win it over. When I’m done, you’ll beg me to f*ck your ass hard and long. You’ll want me to do it on a stage in front of everyone. They’ll know who you belong to. They’ll watch you writhe on my dick.”

“Thank you for not telling him that, Jesse. Really. I’m so glad you didn’t.” A shaky laugh bubbled up. Ten wouldn’t understand the lifestyle. Ten didn’t play. Hell, from what she could tell, he didn’t date much. He slept with women, but she couldn’t see him ever giving anyone the type of intimacy Jesse was offering her.

“I didn’t tell Ten, but I think Jake knows.” He pulled up her shirt and ran one hand up to her breast, cupping it over the satin of her bra. His other hand dipped past the waistband of her slacks, inching ever closer to her *.

Oh, god. Jake Dean was in that truck. He was the one watching. He would have a set of binoculars and he would notice everything going on. He could be watching her right that minute. She had no designs on Jake Dean. None. She couldn’t handle the man she did have, much less have any interest in someone else’s, but the thought of him watching her, watching what Jesse could do to her got her all hot and bothered again.

When had she become such a pervert? She’d always been so staid.

“You like that he could be watching,” Jesse whispered as his fingers found her clit. His other hand tugged gently on her nipple. It wasn’t hard to pretend it was his mouth there. “Make a deal with me, Phoebe.”

She couldn’t think, much less bargain. Her body was completely his to command, and lust made her thinking hazy. Still, the words came as if he was a magician who could call them out. “What kind of deal?”

“Play with me. Be with me. No more running away. Give me until the end of this operation to show you that we can work.” He kissed the back of her neck as he started to work her clit. The man knew exactly where to touch her. Though he stood behind her, she couldn’t help but feel surrounded by him. It was like there wasn’t an inch of her flesh that wasn’t aware of him.

“I don’t know if I can.”

“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 f*ck toy. Your body will belong to me. Mine to f*ck 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 *. 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 * didn’t give a damn that this was contrary to proper societal displays of affection. Her * 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.