Dangerous Exes (Page 32)

Instead I nodded and said, “Ready.”

Disappointment flashed across his face so briefly I almost missed it. “You look beautiful.” He kissed my cheek, then opened the bathroom door.

Colin and Blaire were watching TV.

“Finally.” Colin tossed the remote. “Let’s go to the stakeout.”

“It’s not a stakeout,” Blaire grumbled. “It’s a dinner.”

“Spy dinner,” he corrected.

Jessie grinned and wrapped an arm around me. I tucked my body into his and let myself believe it was real when it wasn’t.

Chapter Thirty-Three

JESSIE

My body felt heavy.

Everything looked brighter, I kept blinking my eyes as I rubbed small circles on the back of Isla’s hand. I didn’t want to let it go. Her skin felt so good in that spot beneath her thumb. I could stay there forever.

I smiled at the stupid-as-hell thought.

Stay on her thumb? Really?

I chuckled.

I sounded high.

Isla elbowed me.

“What?”

Her eyes narrowed. “Are you sure you’re okay to go to dinner?”

“Headache’s gone.” I smiled even harder. “I feel . . .” The elevator jolted, causing her to grab my shoulders. I winced as my hard-as-nails cock grazed the front of my pants. “I feel . . .”

She looked worried. “You feel what?”

“Hot,” I finally answered. “And”—I leaned in—“what perfume are you wearing?”

“What I always wear.” She laughed awkwardly as the elevator doors opened. I had her walking slightly in front of me so nobody took a picture of my raging hard-on as we passed filled tables.

I pulled out her chair, nearly harming myself in the process, then sat next to her and quickly put my napkin in my lap.

“Alright.” Blaire was all business. “Vanessa and Wayne have reservations at six, the plan is to feed her curiosity, jealousy, her need to be in the spotlight. She’ll most likely know people are watching us and will walk over to face you, to create a scene.”

“Scene,” I repeated slowly, liking the way it felt on my lips and confused why the word felt funny. “Got it.”

Blaire frowned at Isla, then at me. “Are you feeling alright?”

“Great.” I reached for the bread basket, suddenly starving, and grabbed a piece of hot bread, then took a huge bite and moaned.

Isla coughed next to me.

I opened my eyes. “Sorry, I didn’t realize how hungry I was.”

Isla started fanning her face. “Hah, well, it’s been a hard day.”

“So hard,” I grumbled. “Harder than nails.”

Isla gripped my thigh with her hand and dug her nails in. It did nothing to alleviate the ache, if anything my dick twitched in the direction of her fingers. Every blood cell in my body rushed south.

I moved my hips a bit.

Her hand slid toward the napkin as she covered my lap, but not before grazing her knuckles against me.

I kicked the table with my knee and knocked over my own water.

“Jessie?” Colin leaned forward. “Your eyes are like pinpoints, are you sure you’re up to doing this right now?”

I would do her right now.

So hard. Next to that bread basket.

She’d be screaming my name for days.

I ached in a way I’d never experienced before, like I was ready to spill into my pants, every time they brushed against me, my hips had this insane need to pump.

I’d never felt so . . . fucking aroused in my entire life.

I was ready to rub one out under the table. Desperate.

Insane.

I eyed Isla, she patted her mouth with her napkin and hid a smile behind it.

And then choked on a laugh as I moved again.

Laughing.

She was. Laughing.

I pinched her side.

She yelped, then stared back at her menu. When Colin and Blaire looked away I whispered in her ear, “What the hell was in that tea?”

Her throat moved as she swallowed and whispered, “Oh, leaves. You know . . .”

“Leaves,” I gritted out. “Fucking leaves don’t make me want to rip that dress from your body and thrust into you without warning. Leaves don’t make me think of pumping into you a million different ways only to do it again and again. I am minutes away from taking you on the table, and you say leaves?”

Isla’s face flushed as her eyes darted around the table. Both Blaire and Colin were in deep discussion over the menu.

“They were special . . . Chinese herb leaves.”

“You drugged me!” I hissed.

“Shhh!” she hissed back, her blood-red lips spread into a smile. “You said you were grabbing Tylenol, but no, you just had to grab tea!”

“Why the hell did you label it Headache Tea if I wasn’t supposed to use it for my headache?” I whispered, my lips touching her ear, wanting to stay there, kiss down her neck. Damn it, I’d never been so horny in my entire life.

Ever.

Including that time in junior high when I first discovered I had a dick.

I held back a moan as she whispered in my ear, “Look, it was just an accident, I visited my aunt, she gave me tea—”

“Clearly you weren’t using it for a headache,” I grumbled.

“It was mislabeled.” She cringed.

“Hey, guys,” Colin interrupted, “looks like our girl’s a no-show, or gonna be a few minutes late . . .”

Jessie’s eyes met mine. “Why don’t we call it a night, it’s been a hard day, just like Isla said.”

Her eyes widened. Oh yeah, you’re trapped now. With me. In a room.

I was going to seek my vengeance.

In the best way possible.

“But—” Isla protested.

“Jessie’s right.” Blaire nodded seriously. “Plus we have a really difficult morning since Vanessa’s hell-bent on being seen by everyone at the pre-parties.”

“Exactly,” I agreed cheerfully, giving Isla my hand.

She had no choice but to toss her napkin and stand. I turned my back to my friends.

“Don’t worry,” Colin called out, “I’ll just charge the bread basket to the room.”

“Thanks, man!” I called back, not even caring he was smirking like he knew exactly where I was headed—and what I was going to be doing.

I pressed the elevator button.

It opened.

“Get in,” I whispered in her ear.

Isla shivered and took a few steps into the elevator.

I didn’t wait for the doors to close.

I attacked her from behind, my mouth on her neck as she arched against me, my hands cupping her breasts, squeezing, feeling her nipples strain against the thin fabric. “This is coming off.”

“Yes,” she breathed, lifting her leg high enough for me to run a free hand up her thigh, and spin her around. My cock ached harder when her body was pressed against mine. I pinned her arms above her head and plunged my tongue into her mouth as I grazed her hips and tugged at her lacy thong.

The elevator doors whooshed closed.

Isla tried to break away from me.

“Not a chance in hell,” I muttered. “I don’t care who sees, let them all see, this is mine.” I squeezed her ass so hard she whimpered, just as the elevator stopped and the doors opened again.

Someone cleared their throat.

I glanced over my shoulder to see none other than her ex staring back at us with wide eyes.

“Something bothering you?” I snapped.