The Banker (Modern Love Book 3) Page 10

  Damn, either those Kegel exercises are really helping, or Jasper is a Jedi when it comes to sex. I’d put money on the latter.

  Jasper places a light kiss on my pussy and then rises from the deck, taking the wheel from behind me. His chest accepts the weight of my body as I collapse into his strength. He kisses the top of my head as I let my eyes drift closed.

  “I hope you know I’m already planning my payback,” I mumble, still falling back to Earth from the shooting star that was my orgasm.

  “I would expect nothing less.” He chuckles and kisses my head one more time. “You have about two minutes to regain your strength.”

  I turn around and he glances down at my bare pussy. “I so love that you want me like this, but I don’t think I can orgasm again. I need to eat something first.”

  He kisses the tip of my nose and I feel my cheeks heat. Why do I love that small, non-sexual gesture?

  “I need you to help me with the sails so we can anchor.”

  My face heats further. “Oh,” I say and he chuckles again.

  “You have a reprieve for now,” he says and winks.

  Just like that my embarrassment disappears because I know deep down that our attraction is mutual. I’d always wondered if I’d ever find anyone who could make me speechless and sated after sex. Someone call Guinness, because Jasper’s the world record holder and I think he’ll be holding that spot for a long time.

  Why is that so scary?

  14

  We swim, we eat, we sail back to the marina. By the time the sun is setting on the city, every limb hurts. Maybe it’s from Jasper taking me on the beach of the small island he anchored near. Or maybe it’s from when he thought he could eat sushi off my body after I told him I worked at a naked sushi place for a bit and he took a break to suck on my tits. His drawer of condoms is almost depleted and although I would love to have him once more before coming back to the real world, my body is not going to survive.

  Holy shit. Jasper has out-sexed me.

  We’re docked and my back is to his chest, each of us with a glass of wine, watching the sun disappear in the sky. The hand he has slung around my stomach tightens and he kisses my temple.

  “Thank you for spending the day with me,” he says and I crane my neck to look at him.

  “Thank you for inviting me. I think if I owned this boat, I’d be on here every day.” I place my hand on the seat and graze it along the soft leather.

  “Well, I hope it won’t be your last time here,” he says, sounding a little unsure of himself.

  I twist around, up on my knees to face him. “Anytime you invite me, I’m here.”

  I mean it too. Jasper might not be mine. Hell, he might not want me for more than a few dalliances, but I’ll take him while I can have him.

  “Let’s lock this up and we’ll get you home.” He pats my ass and I move to stand up.

  A surprising rush of disappointment floods my veins and it feels like a boulder rests in my stomach. I wish I didn’t have to say goodbye to Jasper. I push the thought away because there’s no way I would ever consider monogamy. Too boring.

  I climb down the ladder and grab my dress that Jasper so nicely put on a hanger in the small closet. A minute or so later, Jasper comes downstairs, grabbing flip-flops he must have bought, and throws his other clothes in the Target bag.

  “Do you get sad when you leave it?” I ask him and he chuckles but nods.

  “I do. I’d live on it if it was bigger,” he remarks. From what I saw he could totally live on it, but men like Jasper Banks probably like to live a lusher lifestyle.

  On the taxi ride home, my cell rings and I press ignore, not wanting to interrupt my last minutes with Jasper. It rings again and he looks over, releasing my hand from his.

  “Go ahead.” He nods and I slide the phone to my ear.

  “Yes?” I answer, already knowing it’s Whitney.

  “Oh, my God!” she screams. “Oh, my God! Oh. My. God!”

  I hang up.

  “Who was that?” Jasper asked with a wrinkle in his forehead.

  “I think my friend just butt-dialed me while fucking her boyfriend. I’m pretty sure I heard her orgasm.”

  Most friends would find it disgusting, but Whitney and I went camping together a time or two in college and tents aren’t exactly known for their noise-deafening properties. Let’s just say I was woken up in the middle of the night thinking a bear was outside our tent.

  His eyebrows crinkle. Yeah, welcome to my life.

  My phone rings again and I look down to see it’s Whitney again.

  I answer.

  “Whitney!” I scream into the phone and the taxi driver slams on the brakes.

  “Oh, it’s okay, she’s on the phone,” Jasper tells the taxi driver and he hits the gas again.

  “Why are you yelling?” Whitney says.

  Thankfully, her orgasm is over.

  “You butt-dialed me while Cole’s cock was inside of you,” I say dryly.

  “Oh, my God, that’s so embarrassing.” She laughs.

  “Please don’t repeat those words. I’ll never be able to keep a straight face in church the next time my mom drags me there if you keep reminding me.”

  She laughs again. “Well, you should know that it wasn’t Cole’s cock. I was raving about Cheap Thrill.”

  Cheap Thrill is my newest creation and I just passed along the vibrators to her and Tahlia to try out.

  I sit up straighter in my seat and my melancholy about leaving Jasper is replaced with a high over the success of my latest product.

  “You like it?” I ask.

  “Um, yeah.” She lowers her voice. “That swirly thing it does? Cole has some competition.” She giggles.

  “The hell I do. I’m her unicorn cock,” Cole screams behind her and I laugh that the two of them might have enjoyed Cheap Thrill together.

  “I’m glad you like it,” I say softly because Jasper’s studying me.

  “I do. I hope Tahlia tries it out. This is going to be a huge seller, Len. Great job,” she raves and I blush, slightly embarrassed at the compliment.

  “I’m glad,” I repeat because I can’t very well ask her any specifics about the product right now.

  “Why are you so quiet?” Whitney picks up on my uncharacteristic demureness.

  “I’m just in a taxi,” I remark, offering Jasper a small smile.

  He seems appeased and looks out the window.

  “That’s never stopped you before. Ask me the questions. Cole was here so you can ask him too,” she offers and I cringe.

  “How about I stop by tomorrow sometime?”

  “I’m not sure if he’ll be around. Come on, you want our honest thoughts while it’s fresh in our minds. Now or never,” she singsongs.

  I should tell her I’m with Jasper, but then she’d ask questions about why I’m still with him when the date should’ve been over last night. I’m not in the mood to try to define my feelings about him or what the hell it is I want from him. I’m in shambles as it is.

  “Okay, well, I’ll call you when I get to my apartment,” I mumble into the phone, covering the receiver with my hand.

  “Have you been abducted?” she asks, actually sounding concerned that that’s a possibility.

  “No. Are you a crazy person? No.”

  “Where’s my Lennon? Is this someone with a voice changer? Give me back my friend,” she jokes and I roll my eyes.

  “You’re taking that investigative reporter thing a little too seriously. I’m here. I’m fine. I’ll call you when I get home.” I click the phone off and thankfully she doesn’t call back.

  I turn to Jasper. “Just my friend,” I say and he nods.

  “She’s very loud,” he remarks and I nod several times.

  “Tourette’s.”

  He laughs and I smile that I was able to make him laugh.

  A second later my phone lights up with a text. It’s a picture of Cheap Thrill next to Whitney’s head with a thumbs up. I
fumble my hand from Jasper’s to grab it, but he’s faster, reaching across with his free hand.

  “Is that what I think it is?” he says, lifting the phone to inspect it. “Is that the reporter from the WHFI Station?”

  A rush of heat floods my face and I grab the phone back. “Whitney Knight, yep. She’s one of my best friends.”

  “Is that a vibrator?” he asks, leaning over for another glimpse. “Are you bisexual?” he asks with a straight face. I almost want to say yes to see his reaction and if it were anyone else, I would’ve.

  “Yes and no.”

  “Should I be upset that my buddies don’t send me pictures of anal beads?” he asks and now I’m laughing, the uncontrollable kind that has tears streaming down my face. “Seriously, I know there’s a lot of things the genders do differently, but do girls send pictures of sex toys to one another on the regular?” I can tell he’s joking from the impish grin on his face, but I have no idea how to get out of this conversation.

  Telling someone you want to start a sex toy company is hard. Even more so when this is the one topic of conversation I want to avoid having with him.

  “No, not really.” I shake my head.

  “Care to explain?” He accents his voice like Ricky Ricardo and I’m about ready for him to scream “Lennon” with the same accent. Who knew a strait-laced guy like Jasper Banks had a humorous bone in that amazing body?

  Not wanting to pile another lie on top of my lie-by-omission when we met, I take a deep breath and shift in my seat, flipping the pictures up on my phone.

  “This is what I want to do.” I hand him the phone and he scrolls through the pictures fast and then flicks back slower.

  “You want to be a sex toy tester?” he asks, still focused on the pictures.

  I take the phone away from him. “No, I created these.”

  The taxi slows and pulls up to the curb near my apartment and I catch the driver looking at me through the rearview mirror. He looks interested and if Jasper weren’t here I might see if he wanted to purchase one of the samples I have in my apartment.

  “Created?” he questions, completely oblivious to the fact that the taxi has stopped.

  “I’ve designed a bunch of different toys and I have a guy who’s been making some molds to produce the products and helping me through the testing process.”

  His fingers stop swiping and he stares up at me, eyes boring into me. “Mold? Helps you to test them?” His eyebrows crinkle and it’s the most adorable thing watching his mind whirl with assumptions.

  “We don’t try them out together. He makes me a few samples of each and I give them to my friends.” I move my hand in front of us to insinuate he should slide out of the vehicle.

  “So it’s platonic?”

  I laugh. “Yes, it’s platonic.”

  “Phew.” His rigid shoulders relax and he falls back into the seat of the cab. “I was about to volunteer to be a mold.” He grins.

  I inch closer, my lips coming to his ear. “I’d take you up on that offer, but I don’t think I’d want millions of women to know what you’re packing. I’d never get you for myself again.”

  This time it’s his cheeks flushing red. “Oh, shit. We’re here.” He fiddles with the door handle for a second, then he opens it and I file out behind him.

  After he pays the cab driver, he joins me on the walk up to my apartment. I’m surprised. I would’ve thought he’d had enough of me and would just say goodbye in the backseat of the cab—especially after what I just divulged to him.

  He’s quiet until we hop off the elevator and I can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking, which is new for me. Usually I could give two shits what a guy thinks about me. Take me or leave me as I am.

  Is Jasper thinking I’m way more insane than he thought? That someone who wants to invent sex toys cannot be part of his strait-laced and organized life?

  I insert my key into the lock and open my door. Before I can enter he cages me against the hinge of the door, gripping the top.

  “So, you have samples?” he asks and I see the devilish gleam in his gold-flecked eyes.

  “I do.” I slip under his arm and he follows me in.

  “I take it you’ve tried them?” he asks, his hands on my hips as he kicks the door shut.

  “Well, well, Mr. Banks, your sexual appetite seems to have returned,” I joke, batting my eyelashes at him.

  “My appetite for you never wanes, beautiful.” His lips descend on mine, mingling and mixing until the back of my knees hits the edge of the mattress. Sometimes it’s good to live in a small space. Less time spent getting into bed.

  I fall down onto the mattress and he looks around.

  “Let’s try some out,” he suggests.

  A slow smile creeps across my face. I get on my knees and scramble to the top of the mattress to grab my bag from the floor near my dresser. Bringing it onto the bed, I allow him to open it.

  “Looks like I’m going to be exhausted tomorrow morning,” he says, digging through the bag like a pirate who just found buried treasure.

  “Promise?” I ask coyly.

  He pulls out Tickled Pink, a hot pink vibrating dildo and one of the first creations. His gaze locks with mine. “Absolutely.”

  After giving Jasper a strip tease while I undressed—at his insistence—I lay in front of him on the bed. He’s still fully clothed, which hardly seems fair, but he says he wants this to be all about me. Who am I to argue?

  The hum of the vibrator fills the room when he turns it on. My insides clench in anticipation. He trails the tip up and down my pussy a few times and I gasp every time it comes into contact with my clit.

  Jasper’s lids are heavy when he pushes the tip into me, just enough to get it wet and then pulls it out. I groan with displeasure and one corner of his lip lifts in a smirk. I watch as he brings the glistening pink toy to my nipple and presses it there, spreading my wetness around the puckered tip. The vibrations jolt through my nipple and straight to my swollen clit. He pulls the toy away and wets it inside me again before doing the same thing to my other nipple.

  “I’m going to enjoy licking you clean,” he says and bends forward to pull my nipple into his mouth. He sucks hard and settles the vibrator between my spread legs. I arch my back up off the mattress as the buzzing toy leaves me breathless.

  Once he’s driven me near the edge and I’m a panting mess, he bites my nipple lightly and sits back on his knees, keeping the vibrator in place between my legs.

  “Are you ready to come all over my face?” he asks in a rough voice.

  His erection strains the confines of his pants and though I’d give anything to get my hands on his perfect cock right now, I don’t want this to end.

  Jasper adjusts his position so that he’s laying between my legs, my thighs spread over his shoulders. I watch, unable to breathe, as he slowly pushes the vibrator inside of me, his heated eyes not missing any of it.

  I moan and cup my tit in my hand, tweaking my nipple.

  Jasper’s mouth clamps onto my clit and sucks, then flicks, then sucks again. He eats my pussy like a pro while he drags the vibrator in and out of me. It’s only a couple of minutes before I’m ready to explode.

  “Jasper…Oh, God. I’m going to come!” I scream out as he sucks hard on my swollen bud and my pussy clamps down around the toy while my orgasm rips through me. He pulls the vibrator from me and moves down to lap up every last bit of my pleasure.

  “Fuck. You taste amazing.”

  I glance down at him between my legs while I try to catch my breathe and give him a small smile. It’s all I can manage at the moment.

  He tosses Tickled Pink to the other side of the mattress and reaches down beside the bed, pulling up the bag with all my creations. “So, which one do you want to try out next?” he asks with a grin.

  I’ve officially met my match.

  With the sun comes morning. With morning comes Jasper’s departure, though at the moment he’s still in my apartment getting dr
essed.

  He pulls his t-shirt over his head. “So, where are you in the process of trying to get all this off the ground?” he asks, nodding toward the bag of treats at the end of my bed.

  I stare blankly at him, unsure how to respond. This is a do-or-die moment. My business needs him, but I fear losing him personally. Whatever. I can maintain my honesty with him and if for any reason he did offer to invest, I’ll just turn him down.

  “I had an inheritance from my grandmother that I’ve used to get this far, but that’s pretty well gone now. I tried to get a loan from a bank, but—”

  “Jacob?” he asks and then shakes his head. “Nah, a bank would never take that loan anyway. That’s a hard line.” His comment shows how well he understands this business. “You need a private investor,” he says, more as a statement of fact than a question. His eyebrows rise and his lips curve. “I think I know one.”

  I shake my head. “I could never let you do that.” What a one-eighty. Two weeks ago and I would’ve been jumping for joy that I was having this conversation, not turning him down.

  “Not me.” His hand moves to caress my cheek. “I’d love to be your investor, but I never mix business with pleasure. And you are definitely pleasure, Lennon. Maybe I’m blinded, but I think you have a good thing here. Your entire approach is different than anything that’s on the market as far as I know and you’re definitely on trend with the female sexual empowerment angle.” He eyes the slew of sex toys we tried out last night. “But as good as an investment opportunity as I think this might be, I don’t want us to end because of it.”

  I nod, because unbeknownst to him, I’d already made that decision for us when I agreed to go on a date with him.

  “Listen, my partner and I do a lot of deals together, but we’ve both invested in things independent of our business. Why don’t you meet with him? I can’t promise anything, but—”

  I jump in his arms. “Seriously?”

  He catches me, swinging my legs around his torso. “I can give you a personal reference on the products.” A smile teases his lips. “I’ll talk to him and set something up for this week?”

  He poses it as a question, like I’d say no. The perfect solution to my problem just presented itself. This way I get Jasper and a way to help my business.