Hey, I’m back early from my event. On my way to Belfast, if your invitation is still open?
His pulse shifted.
That was all it took, the sight of her name and his dick, already hard, pulsed hotter, thickening at the thought of Shannon. Whereas the woman beside him faded into static.
She made him wired and on edge. One text from her, and he was locked in. So he straightened, peeled the condom from his full dick, and shoved it in the bin.
“I have to go.”
“What the hell?” Blondie’s voice was shrill. “You can’t just leave me hanging like this. I let you finish in my mouth, for fuck’s sake!”
Jamie didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. “You were unforgettable. But I’ve got somewhere else to be.”
She stepped toward him, arching her back, tits out. “Maybe later?”
He didn’t respond, just tilted his chin and turned on his heel, leaving the bathroom and walking straight out of the suite.
The moment he reached the corridor, a security guy closed the door behind him. He scrolled through his contacts, hovering over Shannon’s name.
His thumb paused, unsettled for some reason.
She answered on the second ring. “Hi, Jamie.”
That silky voice of hers rasped through the line, sending a pulse straight to his groin. He wanted her.Fucking craved her. But he’d just sabotaged any chance of that tonight.
Shannon came across as innocent, not the usual needy, greedy type.
He’d rather take his time with her, savouring every moment, and, most importantly, doing it alone.
Bringing her into a room full of vipers after a shitty blow job? That would only ruin everything.
“Sorry, love. I was tied up with my brother and our business partner,” he said, his voice rough, hating himself for manipulating the truth. “Another time?”
“Oh, right…yeah. No worries.”
He heard the hum of clinking glasses and chatter in the background.
“Where are you right now?”
“The Fitz lobby.”
Jamie sucked in a breath, his veins buzzing. “I’ll be right down.”
“No…no…it’s okay, honestly. I’ll just head home. I’ve got an early start in the morning.” Her voice held a mix of disappointment and embarrassment.
“Do not move, love. I’m coming for you.”
11
Shannon
Wrapped in a mustard coat and a black knitted scarf, Shannon perched on a low-slung chair in the hotel lobby.
She was a simple girl, someone who liked simple things, and this was way out of her comfort zone.
Waiting for Jamie was like waiting for the rollercoaster to start its climb, anticipation buzzing through her as she braced for the wild ride.
“Shannon.”
