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Jasmine did as he asked, turning to
that floral painting and pulling her hair off to the side. What am I doing? Accepting such a thing from a stranger? On a first
date! What kind of woman was Jasmine setting herself up to be if this was how
she now conducted her business relationships? There was no time to ponder this,
for Ethan reached around her once more and placed the teardrop ruby on her chest.
It settled there nicely, firmly clasping behind her neck.
Ethan stepped away from her. Jasmine
gazed at her minimal reflection in the painting, amazed that such a small
trinket could make her feel so dirty inside.
“I can’t accept this.” Jasmine
touched the ruby anyway so she could say she knew what one felt like. “I
can’t.”
“Why not? It looks beautiful on you.
I saw it back there and knew you had to have it, because it matched the color
of your dress.”
See,
this is why I can’t accept this. This is a man who goes into his bedroom, sees
something as precious as this, and gives it to the woman he’s on a first date
with. Suffice to say, Jasmine had never received a trinket like this
before. “This didn’t belong to your ex, did it?”
“I don’t know where it came from.
Perhaps I bought it for someone else and then never gave it to them. I’m sorry
if it offends you. If you really don’t want it, I’ll take it back.”
Jasmine didn’t say anything once
again. She kept finding herself powerless in front of this man. Perhaps she was
afraid of offending him. But deep inside, she knew. She couldn’t put it into
words, but she knew it wouldn’t mean anything good for her reputation.
Two hands became acquainted with her
two shoulders. Jasmine froze, but she did not protest. Soon she felt his breath
on her neck. Feeling him so close only made her weaker.
Never had Jasmine considered herself
a prude. Although she always had a relaxed attitude toward sex, she never
indulged in it as much as she wanted. She blamed her hippie parents. The sort
of people who change their last name to Bliss. I don’t feel so blissful right now. God knew she wanted to. It seems so wrong. This man wanted to
give her money to be in a relationship with him. A ridiculous amount of money.
Jasmine only had to say the word and she would soon be stinking rich like him.
But at what true cost? Besides, tonight they were only getting to know one another.
There was no money — other than the stupid ruby necklace – and as far as the
universe knew, Jasmine was merely on a first date with a handsome stranger.
Yet she admitted that it went
against everything she ever knew about herself. Her morals. But the closer his
breath got to her skin, and the tighter his arms wrapped around her waist,
Jasmine was starting to see his side of things. Things like sex.
Dear
God… Her knees began to buckle as Ethan’s hands gently caressed her arms draping
in front of her. Have mercy on me. I’m
going in.
By going in, she meant going farther
into Ethan’s embrace as his body wrapped around her and nearly overtook her
sanity.
He began with a soft kiss to the
shoulder. Although her skin was not bare there, Jasmine could feel the intent
of his action as it pushed against her flesh and threatened to nip the ruby
necklace right off her throat. His hands remained on her abdomen, although his
fingers dug into her and wanted to lift her skirt. That wasn’t all he wanted.
As Jasmine was absorbed into his embrace, she felt him press into her rear, a
small grunt uttering from his throat.
She didn’t want to admit it, but
that sensation awoke her, collecting every small piece of herself into the
center of her being.
“Forgive me, Miss Bliss.” Ethan’s
voice had dropped an octave and acquired a smooth grain to it. The kind of
voice that would usually send Jasmine straight to her bed for some alone time
if she heard it in a song or on TV. “I seem to be completely caught up. May I?”
His fingers played with the hem of her dress, slowly ascending her thigh.
“Nothing too much… yet.”
That meant there was plenty to come
if Jasmine so willed it. For a man who wanted a sub, he was willing to let her
call the shots. What shots Jasmine wanted to call right now remained to be
seen. She wasn’t even sure herself. Or at least until Ethan placed his lips on
her neck, his other hand tugging on the bust of her dress. He was all around
her, fighting back his desperation to undress her, to see what she kept beneath
shoddy rags.
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