Surrender Your Love (Surrender Your Love #1)(47)

Eventually, he pulled out of me and rolled to the side, drawing me into his arms like he had before, his lips whispering against my damp hair.

Wow. Just double wow. It was the most amazing sex I ever had.

“Are you okay?”

Cheeks burning, I nodded.

“This was insane. You’re incredible,” he whispered. “You’ve given me more than I ever envisioned anyone could.”

I had to agree I felt the same way. Even though it was just sex, his words made me feel warm and woozy inside. My heart began to thump just a little bit harder as his lips found mine and engaged them in a slow and delicious kiss. As the tension of cli**x began to fade, we remained locked in our embrace, trembling from the faint ripples of subsiding pleasure. With the bright rays of sun warming our nak*d bodies, I fell asleep in Jett’s arms, strangely laid-back about the array of emotions this man had started to evoke in me. For the first time, I had surrendered my whole self to a man.

Chapter 22

Jett and I spent another hour in bed, tangled in each other’s embrace, while keeping our conversation light and mostly focused on his company. What drew me away from him eventually was my stomach’s rumbling. Jett had made me burn through my energy supplies, and now my body demanded food.

“Why don’t you get dressed while I check whether lunch is ready?” Jett’s gaze burned down on me, and I could sense his hesitation at leaving the sanctuary of our bedroom.

I smiled and got out of bed, walking leisurely to pick my clothes off the floor. His heated gaze brushed my nak*d rear and sent shivers of pleasure down my spine.

“Damn.” Jett shook his head as another smile lit up his face. If I had learned anything about my new boss it was that he was a man of monosyllabic expressions. However, one single non-descript word coming from him conveyed more flattery than I had heard in my entire life.

I rolled my eyes. “Stop the buttering up. You had me already.” I held up two fingers. “Twice.”

“I thought I might put in the legwork for tonight.” His grin widened at my scowl. Truth be told, I didn’t need his compliments. I was ready to drop my panties for him if he so much as smiled in my direction, meaning the panty-dropping smile wasn’t a myth. I had finally found what Sylvie had been going on about ever since the day we met. Too bad I couldn’t tell her about it.

Sylvie.

My brain briefly registered that I hadn’t called or texted her last night, even though I had promised to. As much as I loved spending day and night in Jett’s bed, there was a world outside those bedroom walls. And forgetting about my best friend was definitely a big, fat no-go.

I shrugged into my clothes and left Jett to take a shower, ignoring the invitation to join him. If I took him up on the unspoken offer of yet more fun, I knew we’d end up starved and, in my case, probably way behind my work schedule. While booting up my laptop, I checked my cell phone. There were five missed calls, two voice mails, and three text messages, all from one person. Even though it might sound like a lot, coming from Sylvie, who was addicted to her cell phone, anything under twenty calls and ten text messages wasn’t urgent.

As much as I loved Sylvie, she could be a real pain.

Heaving an exasperated sigh, I texted to remind her I couldn’t have private conservations during working hours and promised to write an uber long email, then went about checking Jett’s business correspondence when my cell rang.

I knew it was Sylvie before I even glanced at the screen. Sitting on my bed, I pressed the response button.

“What the heck, Brooke,” her voice greeted me. “Italy’s only across the big pond, but the way you keep ignoring me, it might as well be situated on the moon and you have no reception.” I could hear the sulk in her voice. Sylvie in a disgruntled state was never good. She could go on and on for hours.

“I’m so sorry. This job’s been extremely demanding and—” I trailed off, letting her fill in the gaps. It was a harmless, white lie; Jett came with the job and he had been demanding a lot of my time and energy. Not that I complained.

“Mayfield has you working around the clock?” Her tone gave me a preview of the sarcasm about to erupt. “Seriously, Brooke, if I didn’t know any better I’d bet my designer wardrobe on you shagging the boss.”

I laughed nervously. “You’re hilarious.” My tone came out all wrong, because a moment later Sylvie gasped and the line went silent. I held my breath as my mind tried to come up with something—anything—to steer her away from her spot-on guess. Once she grew suspicious, she was like a hound dog that wouldn’t back off from a hot trail. Come to think of it, she was worse.

“Okay, that was about the most laughable thing you’ve ever said.” My tongue tripped over itself to assure Sylvie that nothing was going on. Unfortunately, Sylvie had an uncanny ability to read between the lines.

“What does he look like?”

“Who?” I knew playing dumb wouldn’t be of much help.

“Mayfield.”

“Old.”

Sylvie clicked her tongue. The sound reverberated down the line right into my ear, making me cringe. “Please! Age never stopped anyone. Guys are like ripe wine: the older they grow, the more attention they get.”

I forced a chuckle out of my throat, like I knew what she was talking about. Truth was, I didn’t since I could count all the guys I ever slept with on the fingers of one hand, and they sure hadn’t been the sugar daddy type.