My breath catches in my throat at the offer. Scene with Jasper? That sounds like a horrible, wonderful idea.
“What about this being fake?” I ask carefully.
“It’s not any different than if you were to go play with that hotshot that was checking you out when we first got here. Just scratching an itch, right?”
I nod a bit too eagerly. “Yeah, scratching an itch.”
“Come on, little one. Let’s go get you taken care of.”
My whole body jolts at being called little one. Lord have mercy, he’s going to kill me with that sort of talk. It’s one thing to be called sweetheart; that’s practically a throw-away endearment, but little one? That one is something a hell of a lot more intimate for people like us.
He leads me towards the private rooms and grins down at me when he sees that one is available. “Just our luck.”
I nod excitedly. “It does seem like today’s turning out to be my lucky day.”
He chuckles and I love the sound. Jasper isn’t one to laugh or smile easily; he’s always so serious. I eat up his happiness like the best chocolate sundae ever. I decided here and now that I will do anything in my power to make sure he laughs more. Even if this is fake, I can still make him happy… can’t I?
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
Jasper
What the hellam I doing?
The second the words fell out of my mouth I wanted to suck them back down. I can’t believe I offered to scene with Charity like it would be nothing. This attraction between us is far from nothing, and every second I’m with her, it grows. Scening with her is sure to bring nothing but trouble. The problem is that no matter what kind of trouble it brings, I’m here for it. I want to put her over my knee and spank her taut little ass until she’s begging for mercy. I want to see her porcelain skin turn pink then red under my hand.
I lead her into the private room and shut the door behind us. I throw the lock so the room shows as occupied to the outside world. In here, it’s just me and Charity, the rest of the world and good decisions be damned.
She stands in front of me, her hands clasped in front of her while she studies her shoes as if they are the most interesting thing in the world. I have to admit, her mary jane-style shoes are adorable, but they are far from the most interesting thing in this room right now.
“We don’t have to do this.” I decide to give her another chance to jump off of this runaway train we both seem to be riding.
As a daddy dom the last thing I want is to cause any harm or upset to her. She might not be my babygirl, but she’s important to me, nonetheless. This might have started as a job, but she has quickly become something much more important than a paycheck.
She licks her lips and meets my eyes shyly. “I want this… do you?”
I bite back a groan. Those big blue eyes of hers have me ready to hand her the whole damn world. I stuff down those feelings to focus solely on the moment at hand. We won’t be making any future plans. This is a fake relationship, and we are both here in this room, right now, to scratch a mutual itch, that’s all. No more, no less.
“I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want it, little one.”
She sucks in a breath at the endearment.Yeah, babygirl, I noticed how much you responded to that one,I think to myself with a satisfied grin.
“O-okay,” she stutters.
I walk towards her slowly, feeling very much like a hunter stalking his prey. And what pretty prey she is. I circle around her, trailing a fingertip over the exposed skin at the nape of her neck and around to the front of her throat. I stop in front of her, my hand lightly encircling the delicateness of her throat. I can feel her pulse fluttering under my fingers like a hummingbird’s wings. From nerves or desire? Probably both.
“So pretty,” I murmur, lightly running my fingertips over her soft skin. “So delicate.”
Her breathing quickens as she finally meets my eyes with her dark brown irises. “Jasper…”
“Mmm. My name from your lips is the sweetest of sounds. I’ve been aching for days to hear you say it in that breathless way.”
“Y-you have?”
I lightly squeeze her throat, not enough to hurt, just enough to give the threat of danger. “Yes, little one. You’ve been teasing me all week.”
Her eyes widen. “I have not.”
I lean in and lick her earlobe. “Have too, little one. Prancing around in those skintight pants. Nothing but a sports bra to cover your perfect little tits.”