Diamonds (All that Glitters #1)(25)
He slipped the head in, and her body seemed to accept what was happening. She felt so full but in a completely different way. Pain mixed with pleasure as he retreated and then started up a gentle motion back inside her.
She could tell that Jude was holding back as he eased her into the play. She could practically feel him quivering with desire. He had worked her into such a frenzy as he f*cked her, and now, he was claiming her like no one else ever had.
Just that thought alone sent her eyes rolling into the back of her head. This wasn’t so bad. It was actually…really good. She liked the way it made her * ache for his touch and the way she felt kind of dirty for trying something she had never done before. But most of all, she loved how it affected Jude.
He wanted her bent over the divan, * thoroughly worked with her ass in the air, filled up to the brim with his cock. She clenched around him, and he started to lose control, jerking against her and tightening his grip on her hips.
“Jude, I’m going to come,” she cried. “Make me come.”
“Fuck,” he groaned.
He drove into her again, and she couldn’t hold out any longer. They released together in an earth-shattering explosion. Her hands gave out beneath her, and she slipped forward with her face landing in the pillows. Her screams were muffled as she cried out in ecstasy.
Maybe that was the reason the club was called X.
BRYNA WAS GLAD THAT SCHOOL WAS OUT for Christmas break. On Monday morning, she didn’t have to explain to anyone where she had gone on Saturday night or what had happened. She would rather leave it all up to speculation than face Avery’s and Tara’s questioning stares. They had already sent her enough texts, asking her about the guy she had disappeared with that night. She was glad she didn’t have to lie to their faces.
After getting good use out of the back room, she and Jude had returned to his apartment. She couldn’t get over their connection and the physical chemistry that ignited a room when they were together. She hadn’t gotten much sleep Saturday night, but the sex wasn’t the part that had her mind running a million miles a minute after he’d left the next morning to catch his flight. It was the fact that he would have a full week off for Christmas, and he wanted to spend every one of those days with her.
She had told him that she would have to check her schedule. Her dad was supposed to come home soon, so it would be a little harder to sneak around—though not by much. Also, she wasn’t sure how she would get away with leaving on Christmas Day. But she would make it work. This would be one of the few times that she would get this much of Jude’s undivided attention, and she was going to take it.
It was still a couple days away, so she had time to figure it all out.
She had to force herself to stop thinking about that as she headed to The Blvd, a restaurant at the Beverly Wilshire, to meet with the Pink Charity Benefit coordinator, Felicity Rose.
Bryna had done some research on her to prepare for this meeting. Felicity had graduated top of her class from Harmony over a decade ago and received a degree in anthropology from Stanford. Now, she chaired the Foundation for Children in Need, was President of the L.A. Society Committee, and volunteered at the Emma Allgood Institute for the homeless—all on top of heading the Pink Charity Benefit for Harmony.
This was just the kind of woman Bryna needed to emulate. She was a real role model, unlike the other women in her life. Thankfully, Bryna’s father would be home from filming soon, and she wouldn’t have to deal with her evil witch of a stepmother. Her father would handle that situation for her. Maybe then things could get back to normal.
Bryna valeted her Aston Martin and then entered the restaurant. “Reservation for Felicity Rose,” she told the hostess.
“Right this way.”
The hostess walked her over to a perfectly put-together woman. Felicity had dark blonde hair pulled back tight off of her face. She was in a square-cut dress with a Chanel blazer that Bryna had been coveting this season. At least the woman had taste even if she looked like a stuck-up bitch.
“Mrs. Rose,” Bryna said with a huge smile on her face. “So nice to finally meet you.”
“Please calm me Felicity. You must be Bryna.”
“That’s me.”
“Why don’t you take a seat?” Felicity offered.
“Thank you.” Bryna sat demurely in the seat across from Felicity.
Felicity took the time to carefully unfold her napkin and lay it across her lap. She then adjusted the silverware into order and took a small sip of her Pellegrino. “I reviewed your file. To be honest, I was a bit surprised Mrs. Mathison sent you over.”
Bryna bristled at the comment. Who the hell did she think could replace her? There was no one else at Harmony for this job. No one else could compare that was for sure. “Why is that?”
“I didn’t really expect a…cheerleader,” she said, the last word coming out as if she had just sucked on a lemon. “Then, there’s your affiliation with this Gates Hartman.”
Where the hell is this coming from? It shouldn’t matter that she was a cheerleader if she was smart, hard working, and motivated to succeed. That was what she had always told herself at least. And anyway, what the hell does Gates have to do with anything?
“And the unfortunate situation with your parents…” Felicity continued.
“Is all of that in my file?” Bryna asked dryly.