Irrepressible Jasmine: Wild Crush, Book 2 by Sami Lee

Irrepressible Jasmine: Wild Crush, Book 2 by Sami Lee

Author:Sami Lee
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Published: 2014-07-14T16:00:00+00:00


Chapter Twelve

“Jas?”

“I’m fine.” Jasmine stumbled a little on her high heels as she made her way to the couch. Her knees were weak so for a second she forgot herself and went to sit down. Wincing at the pain, she shifted to the edge of the couch where she could lean her weight on the armrest.

“Jesus.”

She glanced up to see Aaron staring at her, something like horror in his eyes. There was a tremor in his voice. “You’re not okay. You’re hurt.”

“Of course I’m hurt.” Her tone was clipped. “That was you with me the last twenty minutes or so, wasn’t it?”

“I didn’t think…” He trailed off, shaking his head. Muttering a curse, he moved toward her, tucking one arm beneath her legs and the other around her shoulders so he could lift her into his arms.

“Hey—what are you doing?” she demanded as he swept her out of the office.

He began climbing the staircase. “Taking you to bed, obviously.”

Oh right. With Zane, Jasmine had never really had to think about the part where she returned the orgasmic favors. He’d always taken exactly what he wanted, when he wanted it. Her words sounded pouty and belligerent. “I hadn’t forgotten about you, if that’s what you were wondering.”

Aaron sent her a menacing glance. “Shut up, Jasmine.”

She clamped her mouth shut, seething inwardly. If he was pissed because he hadn’t been satisfied yet then he should have done something about it instead of breaking character to check on her welfare.

When he reached the bedroom he crossed to the bed and lay her gently on it, turning her onto her front. Jasmine didn’t protest when he bent one of her legs at the knee and removed her shoe and knee-high sock, or when he repeated the process with her other leg.

His movements were efficient, not sexual, yet when he reached for the hem of her skirt and drew it along with her panties down her legs, instinctive warmth gathered in Jasmine’s belly. She lifted her hips so he could disrobe her, and her pussy clutched in anticipation.

They might not be acting out the fantasy anymore, but she still wanted him. She wanted him to take her like this, while she was on her stomach with her head buried in the pillow. She wondered if he would call her names again while he was doing it, while he was Aaron and not the man he’d been pretending to be downstairs. Her clit pulsed at the thought.

But he didn’t do anything like that. Instead, he reached for the bedside lamp and flicked it on. When he saw the state of her ass, he swore softly.

“Wait here,” he said, before disappearing into the en suite. He returned a moment later with a tube of something. He sat on the edge of the bed beside her. Jasmine watched him over her shoulder as he uncapped the tube and spread some of the pale cream onto his fingers.

Jasmine drawled, “I’m guessing that’s not lube.”

He smeared some on her battered ass cheeks, and Jasmine winced at the contact of cold cream on her hot flesh.



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