The Billionare

18

“Here?” My brows rose as I stared down at my coffee like it was spiked. “You’re in Miami now?”

“Standing on the lot as we speak. I’d like to make an offer in the next few days before someone else scoops it up, which means we have to move fast. You know how hot Miami real estate is at the moment.”

I exhaled, clicking my mouse, waking my computer. I pulled up my calendar, quickly reviewing the next few days. Each was packed with meetings along with a trip to Seattle on Friday. I was sure I could take several of those calls from the plane and have my assistant rearrange the rest.

“It’s going to take some heavy lifting to pull this off. Give me an hour, and I’ll get back to you.”

“I appreciate it, Jenner. In the meantime, I’ll make sure the paperwork gets sent.”

“Sounds good,” I said and hung up, immediately calling in my assistant.

As she stood in my doorway, I explained the situation with Ralph, letting her know I’d need at least two days in Florida, possibly three. As she left to work on my schedule, I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes.

The coffee wasn’t giving me the energy I needed to get through this day, never mind this morning. I hadn’t even been home for twenty-four hours, and that sexy, beautiful girl was still so present in my mind.

A mind that should have been cleared of her the moment I stepped on the plane.

Just because she had owned my thoughts and occupied my hands while I was in Vegas didn’t mean that had to continue.

I was home.

I was back to my lifestyle.

Thousands of miles separated us, and so did far too many years. Years that were important, that were full of development, that put us in different stages of our lives.

It didn’t matter that there was a chance I could be flying to her city this week. Seeing her would only delay the inevitable. It would only tease me.

And the best thing for me—the best thing for both of us—was to push our time in Vegas far out of my f*****g head.

“Jenner,” my assistant said, returning to my doorway. “I worked a miracle. I don’t know how, honestly, but I did. I have you on the company’s plane tomorrow morning and then flying straight to Seattle on Friday.”

She closed my door, and I stared at the black screen of my phone.

That gave me three nights in Miami.

Goddamn it.

I wasn’t going to call her.

I sure as hell wasn’t going to see her.

Yet I found myself searching for her name in my Contacts and holding the phone to my face, listening to each ring.

There were only two before she picked up and said, “Hello?”

“Jo …”

She took a deep breath. “God, that voice. The last time I heard you say my name like that, you were moaning it.”

I chuckled.

That f*****g mouth.

One of the many things I liked about her, whether words were coming out of it or it was swallowing my c**k.

“Do you want me to moan it again?”

There was silence on the other end and what sounded like movement and then, “You’re into phone s*x, Jenner? How naughty of you.”

I pushed my chair away from my desk, leaning back as far as I could go. “Not that I’m opposed to it, but I think it would be much hotter if I was moaning it against your lips.”

I could hear her smiling when she voiced, “Tell me how you’re going to make that happen.”

“I’m coming to Miami tomorrow for business. I’ll be there for three nights.”

She exhaled, the sound almost sinful. “Does that mean I get you all to myself for those nights?”

I stared out the window, the LA skyline almost glittering under the morning light. “I’m sure I can make that happen … and possibly even a few days.”

“I like that answer even better.”

I held my coffee against my lips. “So, you’re telling me you’re available.”

“For you, I’ll make it happen, although I might have to squeeze in a class or two and a tiny bit of homework.”

I growled, “I don’t think I can let you do that.”

“No?”

My lids shut as I thought about her body and the things I wanted to do to her. It had only been since yesterday that my hands were on her, that my lips had grazed her skin.

It felt longer.

Like months.

“I don’t think I’m going to let you leave my bed once you step foot in my room.”

“Mmm,” she moaned. “How do you plan to spend that time?”

Her voice was as good as her silky, wet tongue licking down the center of my shaft.

“I’m going to start with rope, making sure you can’t move.”

“Tell me more …”

“Or handcuffs,” I clarified. “Whichever I end up bringing with me, but I want you chained to the bed, your legs spread wide open.” I adjusted my d**k as it hardened in my suit pants. “I want you available for my mouth, my hands, my c**k—whichever one I want to use.”

“Jenner …”

“Are you wet?”

“Oh God, yes.”

I couldn’t control the need erupting inside me, the urge, the craving coming out through my voice. “How f*****g wet?” When she went to answer, I cut her off and said, “I want you to put your hand down your pants and dip into your p***y and tell me just how wet you really are.”

There was movement, like she was balancing the phone with her shoulder to free up her hands. Her breathing increased and hitched. “It’s on my inner thighs.”

“f**k,” I hissed.

“And it’s dripping along my p***y. My finger is sliding down my slit.”

I rubbed my hand over my hard-on. “Goddamn it, yes.”

“That’s what you do to me, Jenner. You make me soaked.”

“That tight, little, wet cunt so f*****g ready …”

“For you.”

My d**k was throbbing, wanting to be freed from my pants, to sink inside Jo’s p***y.

“Touch yourself for me,” I ordered.

“You’d better be doing the same.”

Just as that thought started to resonate, to really take shape in my head, and I went to reach for my zipper, my door opened, and Ford peeked his head through.

“f**k me,” I groaned as I stared at him. “My brother just walked in …”