Beneath This Man - Malpas Jodi Ellen - Страница 63

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I feel Jesse land on the bed. ‘Where are you?’ He works his way through the covers until he locates me with my head buried in the pillow. ‘There you are.’ He flips me over and submerges his face in my breasts. ‘You’ve upset the concierge, and now you’ve really upset my housekeeper.’

‘Don’t!’ I throw my arms over my face in complete despair.

He laughs. ‘Let me see your foot.’ He shifts himself onto his heels and clasps my foot in his hand.

‘It hurts.’ I complain when I feel his fingertip run lightly over my heel.

‘Baby, you’ve got a piece of glass stuck.’ He kisses the heel of my foot and jumps up from the bed. ‘Tweezers?’

I throw one arm off my face and point to the bathroom. ‘Make-up bag.’ I grumble. I can’t believe I’ve just flashed Jesse’s housekeeper. This is horrible – mortifying. I need a dressing gown.

I feel the bed sink under his weight again and he clasps my foot. ‘Hold still.’ he instructs softly.

I hold my breath and reposition my arms so my palms are flat on my burning red face, but all embarrassment is momentarily eliminated when I feel the warm wetness of his tongue dragging up my instep, licking the trail of blood away. I shiver under his tongue’s stroke and remove my hands to look down at him, shifting a little, my thighs tightening. He smiles knowingly, his eyes sparkling, before he wraps his lips around the offending shard.

‘What are you doing?’

‘I’m getting it out.’ he says against my heel. He sucks on my heel and pulls away before taking the tweezers and getting up close and personal with the heel of my foot.

I grin as I watch his concentration frown appear across his brow.

‘There.’ He kisses my foot and releases it. It was pretty pain free, actually. ‘What are you grinning at?’ He looks at me in amusement.

‘Your frown line.’

‘I don’t have a frown line.’ He’s offended.

‘You do.’

He crawls up the bed and lays himself over me. ‘Miss O’Shea, are you saying I have wrinkles?’

My grin widens. ‘No. It only pops up when you’re concentrating, or if you’re concerned.’

‘It does?’

‘It does.’

‘Oh.’ He frowns. ‘Is it there now?’

I laugh and he bites my boob, sending me on a little buck under him.

‘Get ready.’ He lands me with a hard kiss. ‘I’ll go and see if Cathy’s run out screaming.’

My laughing abates at the reminder of Jesse’s poor housekeeper, who has just copped a load of my bare arse. ‘Okay.’

‘I’ll see you downstairs.’ He leans back down and plants a molten lasting kiss on my mouth. ‘Don’t be long.’

‘I won’t.’ I grumble, like the sulky little girl that I am.

He jumps up and pulls on a pair of checkered lounge pants, and then leaves me so he can go and placate his housekeeper.

I distract myself from my despair by having a shower and getting myself ready, slipping on a floral tea dress – probably too short – and my flat sandals. I pull my hair up into a ponytail. I’ll do.

As I walk into the kitchen like a timid waif, all fidgety and nervous, Jesse looks up from his salmon and scrambled egg bagel and gives me one of my smiles. His bare chest distracts me fleetingly from my embarrassment, and I don’t miss his slight scowl when he registers the length of my dress. I ignore him.

‘Here she is. Cathy this is Ava, love of my life.’ He pats the stool next him as Cathy turns around from the fridge to look at me.

My cheeks burn and I offer her a small, apologetic smile. I feel much better when I detect a red flush in her cheeks. I’ve been so worried about my own mortification, I hadn’t considered how embarrassed she might be. I take a seat next to Jesse and he pours me some orange juice.

‘I like your dress.’ he smirks. ‘Too short but excellent access. It can stay.’

I look at him in horror and give him a kick under the island. He laughs and sinks his teeth into his bagel. I’m shocked by his behaviour but pleasantly surprised by his acceptance – he’s not marched me back upstairs in disgrace.

‘Ava, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Would you like some breakfast?’ Cathy’s voice is friendly and warm. I deserve neither.

‘You too, Cathy, I would love some breakfast, thank you.’

‘What would you like?’ She smiles at me. She has the kindest face.

‘I’ll have the same as Jesse, please.’ I wouldn’t be surprised if she turned around and told me to stuff it up my arse, but she doesn’t. She nods her acceptance and carries on about her business.

I pick up my glass of juice and glance at Jesse. He’s looking unapologetically smug. I’m glad he finds my discomfort amusing, but I can’t imagine he’d be so tickled about the situation if Cathy was a man. Reaching over to his lap, I slip my hand into his lounge pants and grab his cock loosely. He jumps, smacking his knee on the marble and starts coughing around his mouthful of food. Cathy turns around, startled at Jesse choking and fetches him a glass of water, passing it over the counter to him. He holds his hand up in a thank you gesture.

‘You okay?’ I ask, all concerned as I start to stroke his hardened length slowly.

‘Fine,’ His voice is all high pitched and stressed.

Cathy returns to preparing my breakfast and I continue wickedly playing havoc with Jesse’s sanities. He drops his bagel and takes a silent, controlled inhale, looking at me with wide eyes.

Ignoring his shock, I roll my thumb slowly over his moist tip before drawing down again to his base. I feel the incessant throb under my grasp and the wetness of cum escaping the tip. Gathering the moisture, I glide smoothly up and down his iron stiff erection.

I turn my eyes on him. ‘Good?’ I mouth, and he shakes his head in desperation.

I’m in my element. This has never happened. He must have a lot of respect for Cathy because I know for sure that with anyone else, I would have been hauled out of the kitchen by now.

‘There you are, Ava.’ Cathy slides a plate over the island to me.

I drop Jesse like a hot potato and slip my thumb into my mouth, before pulling my plate towards me. I hear a sharp intake of breath and feel his eyes burning into me.

‘Thanks Cathy.’ I say cheerfully. I pick my bagel up and take a big bite. ‘Cathy, this is delicious.’ I inform her as she starts loading the dishwasher. She looks at me and smiles.

I’m aware of scorching eyes still burning into my face as I enjoy my bagel, so I slowly turn to look at him, finding a face full of shock and horror.

He raises his eyebrows at me and then flicks his head to the kitchen exit. ‘Upstairs, now.’ he says quietly as he gets up. ‘Thanks for breakfast, Cathy. I’m going for a shower.’ He eyes me. I nod.

‘You’re welcome, boy. Can we go through what you would like me to do today? I’m all out of sync and I can see that you have done absolutely zero, except break doors and make holes in walls.’ She dries her hands on a tea towel and gives Jesse’s back a disapproving look.

He doesn’t turn around to face her because he’s concealing the huge arousal tenting the front of his lounge pants. I mentally chalk a tally for me on a smirk.

‘Ava can sort that out with you as soon as she’s helped me with something upstairs.’ he shouts over his shoulder as he disappears.

Can I? I don’t know what Cathy does, or what he wants her to do today, and I have absolutely no intention of following him upstairs to finish what I’ve started.

I sit exactly where I am, taking a deep breath of confidence. ‘Cathy, I just wanted to apologise for yesterday and this morning.’

She rolls her eyes. ‘Don’t worry, darling, honestly.’

‘I was so rude to you, and then this morning…well, I wasn’t expecting company.’ I feel my cheeks burning up again as I pick at the last bits of my bagel.

‘Ava, really, it’s fine. Jesse told me you had a bad day and he failed to notify you of my return. I understand.’ She smiles at me as she dusts down her apron. It’s a sincere smile. I like Cathy. With her grey bob, friendly face and floral skirts, she is typically wholesome.

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