And this morning, Jameson headed to the gym before work, I got ready for my day. Not putting too much thought into it, I put on a comfortable pair of sweats and packed a bag with my work outfit for later.

  After the Uber dropped me off, I headed to the front desk of the spa.

  “How can I help you?”

  “I have a reservation for Brielle Delaney.”

  The receptionist typed on her keyboard. “Of course. Follow me, and we can get you set up.”

  “I have a friend Kali Arnold, coming as well.”

  “Okay, I’ll bring her in here when she arrives.”

  “Ms. Delaney?” A woman asked as she approached me.

  “Yes.”

  “Nice to meet you. I’m Natalie. Here is a list of things you can choose from, for this service we recommend a massage, a facial, then a mani/pedi, and you can use the hot tub for some additional relaxation. But you can tailor it to your needs.”

  “Well, that all sounds lovely to me.”

  “Oh my god, sorry I’m so late,” Kai apologized and looked at Natalie with a worried face.

  “We are just about to get started,” Natalie admitted.

  “How does a massage, a facial, a mani/pedi, and some hot tub time sound to you.”

  She looked relieved, “Sounds heavenly to me.”

  Natalie excused herself, and Kali sat in the chair next to me.

  “Busy day?” I questioned.

  “You don’t even know the half of it. But I want to hear about Mr. Titan.” She was wearing a huge grin.

  I rolled my eyes.

  Natalie came in and had us change into our robes, and then she came and started on the massage.

  An hour later, my body felt relaxed. “I didn’t realize how tense I was,” I said aloud.

  “Yeah. That felt amazing.”

  We got our facials, which was much-needed. I couldn’t remember the last time I pampered myself like this. Though I took breaks between clients and gigs, I never felt this relaxed.

  Once we had our facials, we headed to the hot tub and I was ready to tell Kali about everything.

  “Sooo?” she said.

  I sighed heavily before giving her all the details. “Well, lately there has been some extreme sexual tension between Jameson and me. And one morning, when I admittedly was flirting with him, he came over and planted his lips on mine. And we had sex.”

  “Brielle Jean Delaney!”

  “I know. I know. I promise I have never done anything like this with my previous clients. Jameson and I just have this attraction to one another.”

  “God, Brielle, live a little. How was the D?”

  I laughed. “It was really good. Not gonna lie.”

  “Damn.”

  “Days prior to that, we kissed, and I put a stop to it before it could go further. I told him we couldn’t do that. He was pissed, and I was pissed he put me in that situation. But eventually we came together and talked about it. Then it happened.”

  “Well, I don’t see the harm in it as long as you keep things professional during work.”

  “That’s exactly what I told him. And he is making some improvements when it comes to work, he has stepped up some.”

  “I am happy to hear that.”

  We got out of the hot tub and were ready for the final service for our mani/pedi’s.

  “How’s wedding planning going?” I asked her.

  “So far, we picked out the venue, did a cake testing, and finally made a decision on that. I’m going for a dress fitting in a few weeks. Want to come along?”

  “Of course. I’m here if you need help with anything.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Speaking of dresses, I need to get a dress for a gala this weekend. Want to help me?”

  “Duh.”

  We laughed.

  Chapter Eleven

  JAMESON

  Brielle looked stunning as she left for the charity event tonight. Now, I was kicking myself for acting like a jerk and being stubborn because I was just sitting at home like it was any other day. And if I decided to step up, I’d have to attend these things.

  All I could think about was Brielle at the gala, having a good time talking to everyone. The thought of her dancing with someone made my blood boil. There was only one thing I could do.

  I showered, changed into a tuxedo, then got in my car and headed straight there.

  Nerves swirled in my stomach, and for some reason, I felt like I might throw up, upon arriving, I immediately grabbed a drink, then another.

  Walking around, I looked for Brielle, instead, a familiar brunette came up to me. “Jameson, you made it,” Adrienne said.

  “Hey. Noce to see you.” I moved along, not giving her another look. We had a three-night fling about two years ago, but it meant nothing to me. But anytime she sees me, she tries to get together. I have absolutely no interest in any other woman than the one I’m looking for.

  I don’t know where she could be. Mom stops me. “You made it. I knew you would change your mind.”

  “Hey, mom. Have you seen Brielle?”

  “Oh, last I saw, she was on the balcony.”

  “Thanks.”

  There were three balconies to check, but I saw her across the way to the other one. I didn’t bother getting there the normal way of walking around, no, I hooked my leg over the wrought iron and smoothly got over. I was just in time to shove Tommy away from Brielle, who he had pinned against the balcony. Leaning down, I yanked Tommy up by his collar and shoved him inside the venue.

  Brielle’s face was showing fear, and I absolutely hated that. “Are you okay?”

  She looked down at her feet. “I’m okay.” I tucked some hair behind her ear. “Keep that fucker away from me.”

  I saw what he was doing to her, and it wasn’t good. But I didn’t hear anything he was saying, so I asked her, “What was he saying?”

  “He is sick. Said he knew we were screwing, which I know he was only assuming because how would he really know. He said, “Oh I bet you give that pussy up every night to Jameson”. He said he wanted to take everything you had.”

  My blood was boiling, turning I stormed into the venture, and my vision was blurring. When I spotted him, I ran up to him and got an inch from his face. “You’re fired!”

  Tommy laughed. “You can’t fire me, big guy. You aren’t in charge around here.” He straightened up his suit.

  “I’m in charge now, mother fucker. Get out. You aren’t welcome at Titan Enterprises.”

  “Whatever.”

  My mom approached. “What on earth is going on?”

  “This asshole is making Brielle feel unsafe. He cornered her on the balcony and was saying all kinds of sick shit to her.”

  She turned to Tommy. “Is this true?”

  “It’s true,” Brielle said as she appeared next to me, staying close to me. “He said he was going to take everything Jameson had., among other things I’d rather not repeat.”

  Mom looked at Tommy with a scrawl. “You heard him, you’re fired.” She waved her hand at him.

  “I’ll be contacting my lawyer,” he retorted.

  “Go ahead, asshole.”

  I took hold of Brielle’s hand, and we headed out.

  “Where are we going?”

  “I’m taking you away for two days.”

  “What?”

  I was already dialing my pilot’s number. Opening my car door, she got in the passenger’s seat, and I drove us back to my place.

  “Just pack enough for a few days.”

  Brielle reached and placed her hands on my arms. “Jameson.”

  “What?”

  “Breathe. You act like I’m fragile glass. I’m okay.”

  “I know you’re okay. I just want to get out of the city.” I planted a kiss on her forehead. “Now go pack.”

  She turned to go down the hallway, but I heard her say, “This is not necessary.”

  I threw some clothes, my toiletries, and I was ready to go. Standing in her doorway, I watched as she quickly moved around the room, throwing things around. “I don’t even know what to pack?”

  “Comfortable clothes and maybe one nice dress.”

  “Okay.”

  Once she was ready, she stood in front of me, it was cute how she had to tilt her head to look up at me. I dropped my bag on the floor, cupped her face in my hands, and took her lips. I heard the thud of her bag dropping as well, she deepened the kiss, and our tongues tangled together. Until she pulled away. “We should go,” she said, smiling then picking up her bag.

  I smirked, then picked up my bag and took hers in my other hand. Back outside at my car, I put the bags away, got Brielle’s door for her, and then got in the driver’s seat.

  We arrived at the airport, popping the trunk, a crew member grabbed our bags and took them to the private plane.

  Her feet planted firmly on the ground as she looked at the plane.

  “What’s wrong?” I placed a hand on the small of her back.

  “I hate flying. It always freaks me out.”

  “Did you have a bad experience in the past?”

  “When I was little. Flying over water freaked me out.”

  “Okay. Take a deep breath. Don’t worry, I won’t let anything bad happen. This plane has been inspected and it’s good to go. Besides, I’m sure I can keep your mind off of it.”

  She smirked and playfully punched me.

  Then once boarded, we were offered champagne, which we gladly took.

  “So what? You own this thing?” she asked.

  I laughed. “Yes. I like to invest in these things.”

  “Where are you taking me, Mr. Titan?”

  My cock twitched in my pants. “You’ll see when we get there.”

  “This isn’t fifty shades of grey, Jameson.”

  “That was make-believe, this is real. And if you stick around, get used to it.”

  When we were in the air, I got up from my seat, closed the curtain, indicating I wanted privacy, turned down the lights, and sat back down.

  Setting my glass down, I took Brielle’s and sat hers aside as well. “What are you doing?” Her eyes bore into mine. I swear she could see my soul if I still had one.

  “Finishing what we started earlier.”

  “Oh my god, what if they come in here?”

  “They won’t. When the curtain is closed, it means I need privacy. Now I want you to ride me.”

  Brielle’s cheeks flushed a light pink. She latched her lips onto mine, hiked her dress, and moved her leg over so she could sit on my lap. My dick was rock hard right now. I slid her dress straps down, and she helped get them all the way off, the front fell to her waist, revealing her ample breasts. I took one in my hand and sucked on her nipples while making eye contact with her the entire time. But her head tilted back as she enjoyed the sensation.

  “Jameson,” she whispered.

  She stood, then got on her knees and reached to undo my pants, freeing my cock. Gripping it in her hand, she put her mouth on the tip, and her head bobbed up and down. Her mouth felt hot and wet as she lathered me up.

  “Mmm, yes. Just like that.” She would look up every so often, but I never tore my eyes away as I enjoyed watching her until I could no longer take it anymore.

  “Get on my lap.” She smiled and did as I said. Her pussy was soaked as she lowered on my dick.

  “Ohh.” She immediately bit down on her lower lip as soon as I was inside. Steadying her hands on the back of the chair, she pumped up and down on my hard cock.

  A few minutes later, she started rocking faster and harder against me, and I knew she was close. My hands gripping the edge of her ass, helping her balance and get into her rhythm.

  “Oh my god, Jameson.” Her pussy was coating my cock, and with the friction, I was close too.

  “Come whenever you’re ready, Bri.”

  She bent her head down to kiss me, it was so raw. I’d never even done this on my plane.

  Her tits bounced and rubbed on my chest. “I’m coming. Oh my god. Fuck. Jameson.” She let out a long sigh, as I continued pumping into her. I felt my cock swell, and I was coming. I bucked my hips hard, pounding my cock into her, and I released myself. She was taking every drop. “Fuck! Ohhhh. Ohhhh.”

  Chapter Twelve

  BRIELLE

  “We’re here,” I heard Jameson whisper as he pulled my hair away from my face.

  “I fell asleep?”

  The plane had apparently landed, and I didn’t even feel it.

  “Out like a light,” he chuckled. “Let’s head out.”

  A car was already waiting as our bags were being loaded into the trunk. I trusted Jameson with everything I had, and flying was actually a breeze as he kept my mind off of it.

  The car door was opened and ready for us to get in. Jameson motioned with his hand for me to go ahead inside. The car smelled like fresh leather, and I inhaled the scent.

  “What are you doing?” Jameson asked.

  “I love the smell of leather.”

  “Oh yes. I love the smell as well.”

  “Makes cars smell new. How long until we get there?”

  “It’s only ten miles from here.”

  “How long did I sleep?”

  “A couple hours.”

  “Sorry about that.”

  “Don’t apologize for sleeping. It was fine. I got to do some work on the laptop.”

  I reared my head back. “You? Work?”

  He cocked his head at me. “Very funny.”

  Ten miles passed by in a blur because the car turned off onto a private road.

  “We’re here,” Jameson said. Once the car stopped, Jameson exited the car and took my hand in his.

  “Where?”

  “Lake Tahoe. Ever been?”

  “No.”

  That’s when I saw it. “Holy shit. Is this yours?” I asked about the mansion sized house before me.

  “It’s a friend’s, he is letting me borrow it.”

  “You sure know how to impress a girl.” I smirked and the grand door was opened by a dark-haired woman.

  “Merinda,” Jameson greeted her while he still held my hand.

  I leaned into Jameson. “There’s staff here too?”

  “Yes. Your friend must be really really rich.”

  “I am.” I heard a man’s voice say as he came over to greet us. “Jameson, it’s so good to see you again.” They did a one-shoulder hug. “Who’s this?”

  “Ah. This is Brielle Delaney.”

  “I’m Chris.” He reached out to shake mine.

  “It’s nice to meet you.” I looked to Jameson. “How do you two know each other?”

  “I was an intern at Titan Enterprises when I was just eighteen years old,” Chris told me.

  “Oh, okay. Well, you have a lovely home here. I’m in awe of it.”

  He smiled. “Come on, I’ll show you around.”

  Jameson reached over and clasped my hand in his, this gesture made me feel safe. When I looked up at him, he winked at me.

  As we walked around, I looked around in astonishment. Loving the high ceiling and the large wall-height windows. Granted, I was no stranger to working with rich and famous people, but this house was a statement for sure.

  “This house is over sixteen thousand square feet, on a little over five acres of land. If you look out, I have five hundred and twenty-five feet of the lakefront.”

  “I’ve seen my share of huge houses, but this, wow. I’ve been in one this big. I just can’t fathom it. But I guess when you’re rich, you can afford just about anything.” I grinned, looking up at him. Chris was poised and very handsome. Chris’s beard and mustache was short, closer to the skin, resembling a three-day-old beard. He had sandy blonde hair and green eyes, and he was in shape. It was noticeable he took care of himself. But I didn’t see a woman around, I didn’t know if he was married or not.

  We entered the bathroom, and I was in awe. The jacuzzi tub had large pillars on each side of it. “I could live in here.”

  “Come on, there’s more.”

  We walked back to the living space, and I watched as Chris retracted the doors revealing a large deck that had a fireplace, and a huge bar area, with outdoor furniture. When I looked over the edge, I was looking at the lake below.

  “I’m going to stay in the guest house,” Chris mentioned.

  “Guest house?”

  Chris laughed and motioned for me to follow him. “That’s the cable lift that takes you all the way to the guest house.”

  “You have a cable lift?”

  “Yeah.” He chuckled at my amazement. “I’d like to extend a dinner invitation this tomorrow evening if you both are up to it.”

  I looked at Jameson for him to answer, and when he looked at me, he told Chris, “We’d love to.”

  “Great. I’ll let you both get settled in. And see you at eight tomorrow night. I’ll have my chefs cook something here. Have a good night.”

  “Night. It was nice meeting you.”

  “You too, Brielle. Jameson.” He smiled and walked toward the kitchen.

  “How about we shower and get into something comfortable?” he asked, breaking the silence.

  “Sounds great. I’m dying to get out of this dress.”

  “Is Chris married?”

  Jameson laughed. “You know how you think I’m a man whore?” He didn’t wait for my answer when he said, “Chris is three times worse than me. Honestly, I’m surprised he doesn’t have three women here.”

  “Damn.”

  “I’m not like that anymore though.”

  I followed as he led the way back to the bathroom because there was no way I could memorize where everything was, that would take a couple of times of walking around.

  Inside the bathroom, Jameson’s fingertips grazed the straps of my dress, and they fell to my elbows. Unzipping the side, I let it fall in a heap. I helped Jameson out of his dress clothes. It was funny we were still dressed for the gala.

  Jameson moved to get the shower going. When he turned a knob, the color changed to a reddish hue, and I noticed the etching on the glass windows were glow in the dark which was crazy looking. Guess you will never need a nightlight to find your way around.

 

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