“I can’t come again,” I gasped, trying to find air in this steamy suite when it felt like all the oxygen had been fucked out of me.
That was because Jenner’s mouth was on my clit, my body so tingly from the orgasm he’d just given me.
“You can.”
I didn’t believe him.
I’d already had three, and I’d practically lost my voice from screaming, every part of me completely drained. Every nerve ending shouting, every limb numb.
And then there was his tongue, lapping away, urging me to find that release again.
“Oh fuck.”
“Yes … just like I said,” he panted.
After spending an hour inside me, he’d barely caught his breath before his mouth dived between my legs.
And this was only the very beginning of his trip. He’d flown in this morning. It wasn’t even lunchtime yet, and I was already orgasmed out. His hands, his dick, his wicked tongue—all making me feel so good.
God, this fucking man.
I couldn’t get enough of him.
“Come,” he demanded.
My head fell into the pillow, my back arching, my heels digging into the mattress, while my hands squeezed the blanket beneath me. “Jenner …”
“Fucking come. Let me feel it.” He moaned. “Let me taste it.”
His words were like friction, bringing me to that place again—a place I didn’t think I would be able to revisit because my body was so spent.
But here I was.
So aroused.
Climbing faster, the harder he licked.
His finger found its way inside me, and a bolt of pleasure shot through me, causing my knees to bend and my head to lift.
I wanted to watch his eyes turn ravenous.
I wanted to see his tongue flick my clit.
“Fuck!” I screamed.
“That’s it, baby. Come on my face.”
His tongue was whipping across me, his fingers thrusting, sending me so far off that edge that I was peaking, and all I had left was more screams. “Jenner!”
“Fuck yes.” He switched to a horizontal pattern. “Tell me. Tell me how fucking good it feels.”
His words were like air, bursting across my clit, bringing me higher with each syllable. “Your tongue … I can’t.” I tried to inhale, I tried to find the words to describe what was happening inside me, but I couldn’t.
I was gone, overtaken with shudders and waves of ecstasy, and he didn’t let up, making sure I was riding this out.
The moment I finally stilled, he gazed up at me from between my legs. “You have no idea how fucking hot that was.”
I shoved my hand through his hair, pulling the strands to lead him up my body until his lips were within range, and I kissed him, holding his face with both hands.
“Taste yourself,” he whispered.
I already was, needing his mouth, his lips, his kiss to resonate this feeling.
The seal made me feel even more connected to him even though our bodies had just been intertwined.
“I missed you,” I admitted when I finally pulled away.
His eyes narrowed, his hand running down my chest, between my breasts, moving around my side until he reached my lower back, and he held me against him.
There was a fight behind his pupils.
I saw it.
I felt it in his grip.
He just wasn’t ready to verbalize it.
And I wasn’t going to make him.
I kissed him once more and said softly, “Let’s go get some food.”
“I just ate.”
The grittiness in his voice was extremely erotic, but I still laughed. “I mean, real food.”
“I don’t think anything could taste better than you.”
I stared into his eyes, reading them. “Does that translate to room service? Or—”
“Room service.” He pounced on top of me, holding me against the mattress, keeping my hands behind my back as he kissed and tickled my neck.
“Mmm.” I pushed my head back, and he licked across my throat. “Are you ever going to let me out of this room?”
“If it was up to me, no.”
“What about the concert tonight?”
He kissed down to my breasts, staring up at me as he sucked my nipple into his mouth, only releasing it to say, “I could keep you so occupied that you wouldn’t even remember you had tickets.” He pulled that hardened bud back into his mouth and nibbled on the end, goose bumps shooting across my body.
I didn’t doubt a thing he had said. Jenner had the ability to take me to a headspace where nothing mattered, except for him.
That thought was as terrifying as it was wonderful.
“You know, Monica would hunt us down, dragging us by our ears if she had to.”
He came up for air, his lips now hovering above mine. “I can oddly picture that.” He smiled, and it was so delicious. “Wait until you see the seats I scored for us.”
My brows rose. “They certainly can’t be better than The Weeknd seats you had.”
“They’re better.”
I held in my breath. “And you got a ticket for Monica too?”
His grin grew. “You know I wouldn’t leave her out.”
I wasn’t sure why I’d even asked; he certainly wasn’t the type to make Monica sit alone.
I just couldn’t help but be shocked at his generosity.
As my heart clutched, his gaze eating at me, I knew that, whatever this was, I didn’t deserve him.
I closed my eyes, holding the emotion in my chest. “Thank you. I mean it.” I linked my fingers with his and got up from the bed, standing by the edge. “Come with me.”
“You’re making me get dressed?”
“Just the opposite.” I found my lip and chewed it. “I want to see what you taste like in the shower.”
The seats Monica and I had purchased for Post Malone were in the middle of the third tier. We would have been closer to the ceiling than the stage. The only glimpse of him we would have been catching were on the large monitors spread throughout FTX Arena.
And then there were Jenner’s seats.
Front row, kitty-corner to the center of the stage, less than twenty feet from where he was singing. There was only one view that could possibly be better, and that would be standing right next to Post.
I shivered at the thought of how much these seats cost.
There was something about concerts that Monica and I just loved. Listening to the artists, obviously, was the major part, but there was more. It was the energy in the stadium, the way our bodies automatically moved to whatever beat was playing, how it was impossible to feel anything but happiness.
Music brought us together.
And it was bringing Jenner even closer to me.
His arm never left my body; whether it was wrapped around my shoulders or waist, it was secure. His lips stayed near my cheek. His air hit my skin, over and over with each breath.
When I felt his eyes on me, I didn’t look at him. I just let him stare and take me in. I let him smell my skin. I let him feel this moment between us, getting lost, like I often did when I gazed at him.
And I tried to stay just as engaged with Monica, hearing her laugh. “I feel like his sweat is about to drip on me.”
Her arms were waving in the air, her body swaying.
I knew what she meant. I still couldn’t believe we were this close to the stage.
But even though I was watching him sing, viewing each droplet of sweat fall down his face, I could only focus on Jenner.
I was consumed by his presence.
By his attention that was burning through me.
And I couldn’t stop anticipating what it was going to feel like to say good-bye to him again. This trip wasn’t supposed to happen; it’d seemed like it had taken some convincing.
I feared what next time would be like.
How intensely I would miss him.
My heart needed to prepare for it.
I cared for Jenner. I wanted a future with him. I wanted this feeling—this pulsing in my chest—to own me all the time, not just when I was physically with him.
But is it impossible?
I turned toward him, not at all surprised that his eyes were already on me.
“Music looks gorgeous on you, Jo.”
My lids shut for just a second. “It’s not the music.”
As if he heard my thoughts, he brought his mouth to my temple, pressing his lips there, staying like that for the rest of the song.
Monica danced like there was a spotlight shining on her. The crowd held up their phones, shining their flashlights at the stage.
Jenner and I didn’t move.
We stayed snug until the end of the show, our arms linked as we walked out of the stadium.
Jenner had a driver each time he was in Miami, and he was parked in the VIP area. We headed over to the SUV, and the driver held the door open for us. Monica climbed into the backseat, and when I attempted to get in, Jenner stopped me.
“I’ve got something planned for you,” he whispered in my ear. He then stood in the doorway of the backseat and said to Monica, “The driver is going to take you home. I want you to text us when you get there, so we know you’re safe.”
“You guys aren’t coming?” she asked.
He shook his head and squeezed me. “I’ve got a little surprise for this one.”
“You’re so cute. I can’t stand it.” She slid to the end of the seat and stretched her arms across the open space to wrap them around us. “Thank you for the most incredible time. I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to concert without you, Jenner. You just make the whole experience so extra.”
He laughed. “Thanks for being a hell of a third wheel.”
“You cats have fun tonight.” She snorted.
Jenner closed the door, and we watched the driver pull away.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” I asked as we began walking.
He kissed the top of my head—a place I was learning he liked—and he led me down the sidewalk.
This was a section of the city I knew well, and I couldn’t imagine where he was taking me. We’d eaten dinner before the show, so I didn’t think it was for a meal, and even though there were plenty of bars in the area, something told me we weren’t headed for drinks either.
After a few blocks, his hand lowered to my back, and he turned us into a storefront, the awning one I didn’t recognize, nor could I recall ever getting anything delivered from this bakery.
“Have you been here?” he asked.
I read the name again and shook my head. “Never.”
He paused, holding the door handle. “I don’t do this often.”
I tilted my head, trying to read him. “Do what?”
“Eat dessert at midnight.”
I didn’t have time to ask what he meant before he opened the door. Inside, an older woman was sitting on a stool behind a long, antique-looking glass counter. A smile warmed her face the moment we walked in.
“Jenner.” She rose. “Oh, honey, it’s been ages.”
He released me to approach her, and the two of them immediately embraced.
I could tell she was someone he had known for a long time, a motherly figure just by the way her arms wrapped around him, how she patted the back of his head.
“I didn’t know you were coming into town,” she said, pulling away. “Let me get a good look at you.” She shook her head as she took in his face. “Always as handsome as ever.” Her hand went to his cheek. “What brings you to town?” Her grin widened, her eyes flitting over to me. “Never mind. I see the reason right now.” She glanced back to Jenner. “Introduce me to this lovely lady, please.”
“Gloria, this is Jo. Jo, this is Brett’s mom, Gloria.”
Brett.
And then it clicked—his friend I’d met in Vegas.
Rather than shaking my hand, which I extended to her, she pulled me in for a hug.
“It’s so wonderful to meet you.” She squeezed.
I felt myself melting into her.
“It’s so nice to meet you too.”
Her hand circled my back before she leaned away, studying my face, like she’d done to Jenner. “What can I get you? It’s my treat. Choose anything.”
“Absolutely not. I’m a paying customer,” Jenner said in the background. “I just wanted Jo to experience the best bakery in Miami.”
A blush moved across Gloria’s face. “Flattery, my boy, makes you even more charming.” She nodded toward Jenner but spoke to me and said, “It’s impossible to say no to this one.”
I laughed. “Tell me about it.”
She led me over to the display cases, the options endless.
“It’s all good,” Jenner said as he stood next to me. “I can say that because I’ve tried just about everything.”
“Just like my Brett, he’s got a hearty appetite.”
“Mmhmm,” I agreed but for multiple reasons. I eyed the selection that ranged from cookies to tarts, cupcakes to candies. “How do I choose when it all looks so amazing?”
Gloria moved to the back side of the counter. “Can I help?”
I glanced up, our eyes connecting, and something made me nod.
“You like desserts that are a little more on the savory side, am I right?”
“Yes. You’re right.”
But I had no idea how she knew that.
“I had a feeling.” She reached across the counter, her fingers landing on my shoulder. “I have a suspicion you also like blueberries.”
The shock that hit my chest made me laugh. “Love them.”
She smiled knowingly. “I make a blueberry cake. Some call it a doughnut; some refer to it as pie. I think of it as cake because it’s more savory than sweet.” She slid the glass aside just enough that she could slip her fingers inside the case. With a pair of tongs, she picked up a piece of the cake and set it on a plate, adding a fork. “See if you like it.”
I cut off a small sliver of the corner. “Oh my God,” I said from behind my hand as I chewed, the flavors of the dense cake bursting on my tongue. “This is exceptional.”
“I thought you’d like it.”
She took out several more pieces and added them to a box, closing the lid. “And for you, my dear boy, I’m going to give you a half-moon cookie. I know you love the combination of flavors and some chocolate-coconut fudge.”
“Coconut?” I asked, looking at Jenner, surprised that was his flavor of choice.
“Trust me,” he said, “you’ve never had anything like it in your life.”
She placed several squares of fudge along with a few cookies into a separate box, placing it on top of mine, and she handed both to Jenner.
He reached into his pocket, and she put her hand up in the air.
“Don’t you even think about it. You know your money is no good here.” She eyed him. “I mean it.” She came over to our side of the counter and put her arms around him, whispering something I couldn’t hear. “Now, get out of here,” she said as she pulled back. “And go give that son of mine and his gorgeous fiancée a giant hug and tell them to come down here and visit their mama.”
“You know I will.”
She turned toward me, her hug even tighter than before. “Just be patient, my girl. For some, it takes a long time before they see the sun, but when they do, they hold on to the rays forever.” She winked at me as we separated.
Her words caught me completely off guard.
How does she know?
Jenner’s hand went to my lower back, and he led me to the door. “Gloria, always a pleasure. We’ll see you soon.”
She looked at me when she said, “Don’t be a stranger, darling.”
I waved right before we walked out, the air from outside filling my lungs, like I hadn’t breathed the entire time I was in there.
“What just happened?” I asked, a few paces from her shop.
“What do you mean?”
It took me a moment to steady my thoughts. “I feel like I just left a psychic and got a reading of my future.”
He chuckled. “She’s great, isn’t she?”
I reached for his hand that was resting behind my back. “She’s more than great. There’s something uniquely special about her.” I dug harder, trying to put my finger on it. “It truly feels like she was reading my mind.”
“She reads all of our minds, Jo.”
His eyes told me he wasn’t being facetious at all.
And instead of asking how, since I was sure he wouldn’t know, I focused on, “It’s midnight, Jenner. Why is she there? Alone? Why doesn’t she have an assistant or helper or something?”
He sighed, resting his arm over my shoulders but keeping our fingers linked. “Brett’s been trying to make that happen for years. She doesn’t want help and won’t accept it. And she stays open for the late crowd because she feels like that’s when their sweet tooth is the strongest.” He looked down at me. “She’s been in business for more than twenty years. She says people count on her to be there.”
I could see that. Hell, I could feel it.
“She has a superpower—she learns people; she caters to them in a way I’ve never witnessed before.”
“She’s certainly not doing it for the money. Her husband is one of the top financial advisers in Miami, and her son has more cash than he’ll ever be able to spend.” He kissed the top of my head. “For her, it’s all about the people.”
When we reached the end of the block, pausing at the Stop sign, I asked, “Should we take this back to the hotel to eat?” I glanced down the street, wondering if the SUV was going to come and fetch us.
He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. A sentiment that didn’t go unnoticed. “I thought we could stay around here and eat it by the water.”
My heart throbbed. “I would love that.”
We went across the street and through the park, choosing a bench right along the ocean, immediately greeted by the sound of the waves.
He handed me my box, and we opened them, the scent of the blueberry cake making my eyes close and my mouth water.
“Try this.” He held a piece of the fudge in front of my mouth. “I don’t even like coconut, but I get it every time I’m here.”
I felt his eyes on me as I leaned forward, surrounding the corner with my lips, the sweetness hitting me the moment I bit down. “Wow.”
He was right; the coconut wasn’t gritty. It was just a flavor that was added into the chocolate. And the fudge was creamy, almost light and flaky, a texture I’d never had before.
“This is seriously divine.”
“Now, try the cookie.”
I smiled. “I’ve had half-moon cookies before.”
“Not like this one.” He placed it near my lips. “I can promise you that.”
The cookie was the size of my palm—the base chocolate with a cake texture, the icing on top in both vanilla and chocolate. When I nibbled off the edge, I quickly learned this wasn’t as sweet as the fudge. But it was rich and decadent, the cookie a heavy flavor despite the consistency being light, and the frosting wasn’t sugary, like I had expected.
“My God,” I groaned. “Does this woman make anything that doesn’t taste like heaven?”
“Now, you understand.”
I took out a piece of my cake, popping some into my mouth. It tasted even better than it had in her store. “I can’t get over this.” I checked out the remaining slices in the box, looking for something dazzling on top—fairy dust, diamonds, anything that would explain where this flavor came from.
But it was just ingredients, baked to perfection.
“How often does Brett come here to see her?”
He swallowed and chewed off some cookie. “All the time, but if it were up to her, he would live here again.”
“Again?”
Jenner explained how Brett’s agency had started in Miami and how he’d opened an office in LA when he started dating James. I could understand the desire to relocate if you were dating a Hollywood star, but having lived in both cities, Miami took precedence, in my opinion.
The taste of South Florida just couldn’t be beat.
And Gloria didn’t have a franchise in LA.
“It’s so nice that you make an effort to see her when you’re here.”
“I didn’t visit her last time, and I felt guilty about it.” He laughed. “And Brett gave me a boatload of shit for not stopping in.”
I took out another piece, moaning through the bite. “You made up for it.”
He stared at me, still. “She got to meet you.”
I didn’t know how to respond, so I said nothing. I just let the words hang in the air, listening to them repeat in my mind.
Feeling them move into my heart.
“What did she say to you?” I set the box on my lap. “You know, when she whispered in your ear?”
His eyelids narrowed, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip. “Why don’t you tell me what she said to you?”
I smiled. He was such a lawyer. “How do you know she told me anything at all?”
A chill moved across my body when he said, “Because I know …”