See Jayne Play by Lynch Marti, Jami Denise Read Free Book Online

me up, adjusted himself, and climbed out of the car, holding his hand out for me to follow.
    My blouse was still gaping open, and my skirt was nearly up around my waist. My shoes were thrown haphazardly across the floor of the car, and there was no way I was getting out in the state I was in. I wasn’t about to let him treat me like gutter trash, no matter how much he paid me.
    “ Jayne. Out.”
    I quickly pushed the buttons through the slits of my top and pushed my skirt down my legs. He could be impatient and frustrated, but I wasn’t about to step foot on the pavement until I was suitably clothed.
    Once I was satisfied that I was decent, I climbed out, allowing him to help me. I shouldn’t have been surprised to see that we were once again at The Maguire Grand. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I had a feeling he lived there, which made sense since his father owned it.
    As we made our way through the lobby, I couldn’t help but catch the curious glances from the people we passed. They were in awe of him and interested in the woman on his arm. The attention was different than I usually garnered, and I found that I enjoyed it. A lot. A pain beat into my skull with the thought. It was a stupid girl dream, one I was only playing a part in. I was an accessory, nothing more. Dreams about boys and girls and hearts and flowers had no place in that scenario. I had to stomp them down. Hard.
    He led the way, strong, long legs pulling him through the room like a king. I had to double step to keep up, but he never let go of my hand.
    He seemed more determined than before, and I had a silent hope that he was anxious to get me upstairs and undressed. After our little ride with foreplay, I truly longed to finally get him above me, strong and hard and indomitable.
    We reached the elevator, and he not so kindly asked the attendant to take a hike, pulled me inside, and punched the button that would take us to his penthouse suite.
    Once the door was closed, I was up against the cool metal wall with him pressed against me.
    “ Right where I want you.”
    He rubbed his nose against my neck, running it up and down the column of my throat and moaned. “Right where I want you.”
    The ting of the elevator came way too quickly, but things were getting a little too heated in that little space. I was still reeling. Everything felt new with him, different than it’d ever felt. Flynn was everything I’d ever wanted in a man and had never found. The reality, though, was that I was in no position to think about it. My life was a nightmare, and he was paying me for sex. We were two of the most screwed up individuals, so similar yet the same in so many ways.
    Flynn led me out of the elevator, his fingers wrapped around mine so tight that it caused a throb in my hand. He’d touched me more during the fifteen-minute drive than he had the entire time I’d known him. My confidence was back, my aces in the hole, and I was exhilarated knowing that he’d finally be right where I wanted him.
    Above me, below me, and inside me.
    He slid his card in the door, and the sound of the click echoed throughout the long hallway. Stepping inside, there was a sense of déjà vu, the familiar hum in my bones and the tingles in my stomach stirred my nerves once again.
    It was all different this time. The lights were on, and he was at my side. The uneasy mystery was gone, and in its place was a fierce anticipation.
    I looked around the room, expecting to find a table set for dinner. There was none, and when he turned to face me, the mischief was undeniable.
    “ Are you hungry, Jayne?”
    Nodding, I laid my bag on the counter and stepped forward, running my finger up and down his chest. I was starved, but food was not on the menu.
    “ I think I’d like to skip forward to… dessert.” My tongue peeked out, licking at the soft, salty skin of his neck. “I definitely need some sugar.”
    His groan shot right through me, and I clung to his shirt like it was the only