sight of him. He was long and muscular, and had the tightest ass and thighs I’d ever seen. There were more tattoos than I’d realized, including a lightning bolt arrowing down his belly to point at his cock, where it stood erect and waiting for me.
“I want to do you so hard you won’t be able to stand up straight tomorrow,” he said.
He turned and began digging through his stuff. “Condom,” he said. “I know I picked some up earlier.”
My face heated up as I realized he must have thought about this, planned it at least on some level. Then I felt stupid for blushing while I lay there, naked and sweaty.
The hotel phone beside the bed shrilled.
“Damn it,” Jamie swore.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I said, laughing, the urgency slowing. “Somebody really wants you. Why don’t you get it?”
“All right,” he said, shrugging. “It can’t take long.”
He picked it up, watching me the whole time. I rolled over onto my side and he reached out a hand to casually run over the curves of my body.
“Hello. Yes, I’ll hold.” He rolled his eyes at me, and then became quiet. I could faintly hear a voice on the other end of the line, but I couldn’t make out any words.
When he spoke again, his voice had a different tone altogether.
“Yes ma’am…yes. Okay. I’m sorry. Yes. No.” His gaze hardened and moved away from me. “Right now? No, I…right. Very well then.”
He put the phone back in its cradle and sat on the edge of the bed, putting his head in his hands.
“What’s wrong?” I put one hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay?”
He stood up abruptly. “I need to get some air.”
Chapter Twelve
I pulled the sheet around my suddenly cold shoulders and watched Jamie put on his clothes and shove his feet into his boots.
Pride should’ve kept me from saying anything, but I couldn’t help myself. “Where are you going?” I asked, and then snapped my mouth shut.
Jamie turned to look at me, his face closed. “I need some space.”
Lying down, I turned my back to him, and yanked the covers up to my neck. I would not let myself cry. At least not until he left the room.
“Ah, shit.” He came around the bed, into my field of view. “I need to move, to get some air,” he said again. “Do you want to come with me?”
Confused, I stammered, “I don’t want to get in your way.” Was he walking out on me or not? Who had that been on the phone? I didn’t know what the hell was going on.
He sat on the edge of the bed and gave me a quick hug. “You won’t be. I’m not running out on you. You may as well come. I need to think.”
I dressed quickly, my gaze on the floor. Ashamed even of my embarrassment, I didn’t turn my back, although I wanted to. When I’d pulled my shoes on, I looked up and met Jamie’s eyes.
He nodded, and led the way out of the room, holding the door for me. I followed him through the hotel to a theoretically traditional Japanese garden. It was subtly lit and lay fairly quiet in the middle of the night, with most people asleep, gambling or drinking. We were not completely alone—a security guard hovered near the entrance and a few other people wandered within.
My feet crunched on the white gravel, and I trailed along behind Jamie until we came to a halt at the edge of a pond.
“Koi,” he said, pointing at the golden fish swimming in the depths beneath the waterfall.
I took a seat on a nearby stone bench, and waited to see if he was going to talk to me.
“So,” he said, staring into the water. “That phone call.”
“Uh-huh,” I said, trying to be neutral.
“That was my boss. She wants me to go back to DC immediately.”
“Why?”
Jamie lifted his shoulders, halfway between a wriggle and a shrug. “That doesn’t matter, for now. Let’s say I’m not exactly in the good books with her.”
He downplayed the situation, but it had been enough to interrupt what we’d been doing, so that meant it had to be something pretty major. My limited
“I want to do you so hard you won’t be able to stand up straight tomorrow,” he said.
He turned and began digging through his stuff. “Condom,” he said. “I know I picked some up earlier.”
My face heated up as I realized he must have thought about this, planned it at least on some level. Then I felt stupid for blushing while I lay there, naked and sweaty.
The hotel phone beside the bed shrilled.
“Damn it,” Jamie swore.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I said, laughing, the urgency slowing. “Somebody really wants you. Why don’t you get it?”
“All right,” he said, shrugging. “It can’t take long.”
He picked it up, watching me the whole time. I rolled over onto my side and he reached out a hand to casually run over the curves of my body.
“Hello. Yes, I’ll hold.” He rolled his eyes at me, and then became quiet. I could faintly hear a voice on the other end of the line, but I couldn’t make out any words.
When he spoke again, his voice had a different tone altogether.
“Yes ma’am…yes. Okay. I’m sorry. Yes. No.” His gaze hardened and moved away from me. “Right now? No, I…right. Very well then.”
He put the phone back in its cradle and sat on the edge of the bed, putting his head in his hands.
“What’s wrong?” I put one hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay?”
He stood up abruptly. “I need to get some air.”
Chapter Twelve
I pulled the sheet around my suddenly cold shoulders and watched Jamie put on his clothes and shove his feet into his boots.
Pride should’ve kept me from saying anything, but I couldn’t help myself. “Where are you going?” I asked, and then snapped my mouth shut.
Jamie turned to look at me, his face closed. “I need some space.”
Lying down, I turned my back to him, and yanked the covers up to my neck. I would not let myself cry. At least not until he left the room.
“Ah, shit.” He came around the bed, into my field of view. “I need to move, to get some air,” he said again. “Do you want to come with me?”
Confused, I stammered, “I don’t want to get in your way.” Was he walking out on me or not? Who had that been on the phone? I didn’t know what the hell was going on.
He sat on the edge of the bed and gave me a quick hug. “You won’t be. I’m not running out on you. You may as well come. I need to think.”
I dressed quickly, my gaze on the floor. Ashamed even of my embarrassment, I didn’t turn my back, although I wanted to. When I’d pulled my shoes on, I looked up and met Jamie’s eyes.
He nodded, and led the way out of the room, holding the door for me. I followed him through the hotel to a theoretically traditional Japanese garden. It was subtly lit and lay fairly quiet in the middle of the night, with most people asleep, gambling or drinking. We were not completely alone—a security guard hovered near the entrance and a few other people wandered within.
My feet crunched on the white gravel, and I trailed along behind Jamie until we came to a halt at the edge of a pond.
“Koi,” he said, pointing at the golden fish swimming in the depths beneath the waterfall.
I took a seat on a nearby stone bench, and waited to see if he was going to talk to me.
“So,” he said, staring into the water. “That phone call.”
“Uh-huh,” I said, trying to be neutral.
“That was my boss. She wants me to go back to DC immediately.”
“Why?”
Jamie lifted his shoulders, halfway between a wriggle and a shrug. “That doesn’t matter, for now. Let’s say I’m not exactly in the good books with her.”
He downplayed the situation, but it had been enough to interrupt what we’d been doing, so that meant it had to be something pretty major. My limited
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