Chapter 120 The Return
Third Person POV
The private plane touched down at Teterboro just after three in the afternoon.
Diana descended the stairs slowly, a massive wide-brimmed hat covering most of her head, oversized sunglasses hiding her eyes. The wind caught the hat’s brim, making it flutter dangerously.
Then a particularly strong gust lifted it completely off her head.
It tumbled through the air, spinning like a dark bird. Someone caught it mid-flight.
Jason.
He stood at the bottom of the stairs, the hat now in his hands, and a smile playing at his lips.
Diana had already gotten to the bottom of the stairs, her red hair catching the afternoon light now that it was free. She looked elegant and well composed. Like she’d just returned from a spa retreat rather than two weeks away.
Jason held out the hat.
“I thought you’d never come back,” he said.
Diana took the hat, but didn’t put it back on. “How could I do such a thing?” Her smile was sharp. “Did you miss me?”
“Of course I did.” He stepped closer. “So much it felt like I held my breath the entire time.”
“Take me home then,” Diana said. “I’ve missed everyone.”
Jason gestured toward the black SUV waiting on the tarmac. “After you.”
They drove in silence for the first ten minutes. Diana stared out the window at the city passing by, her fingers drumming a restless pattern on her thigh.
“How is she?” Diana asked finally.
Jason didn’t need clarification. “Melissa’s fine. She has been busy with work. The tournament was this week.”
“I heard. Something about Sterling being disqualified?”
“They poisoned our players.” Jason’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. “I see you have been kept well informed, mother.”
“Is she okay?”
“She’s fine. She had a lot of fun taking pretty pictures.”
Diana nodded slowly, processing. “And Gavin?”
Jason’s jaw clenched. “What about him?”
“How is he?”
“Busy.” His voice was carefully neutral. “The usual.”
“I see.”
More silence.
The city slid past outside the windows. Diana opened her mouth to say something else, then closed it.
Jason glanced at her. “What?”
“Nothing.”
“Diana.”
“It’s nothing, Jason. Just tired from the flight.”
He didn’t believe her, but he didn’t push.They drove the rest of the way without speaking.
Jason pulled up to the penthouse. The valet took the car.
They rode the elevator up, the confined space making the silence feel heavier. Diana kept her eyes on the numbers above the door as they climbed. Jason stood beside her, close enough that she could feel the heat coming off him.
The elevator dinged.
Diana stepped out first, her heels clicking on the marble floor. She pulled out her key card as they approached her door.
“You don’t have to stay,” she said, sliding the card through the reader. “I’m sure you have things to…”
Jason’s hand shot out.
He pushed her through the door the moment it opened.
Diana stumbled forward, dropping her bag. “Jason, what…”
He kicked the door closed behind them.
Then he was on her.
His hands grabbed her waist and spun her around, pressing her back against the wall beside the entryway. Hard. His body pinned hers completely.
“Jason…”
His mouth found hers in a hard possessing kiss. His tongue tasted every inch of her mouth. Diana’s hands came up to his chest.
Jason’s hand slid into her hair, tilting her head back. His other hand pressed against the wall beside her head, caging her in.
He kissed her like he’d been starving for it. Like the two weeks apart had been torture.
Diana made a moaning sound and Jason swallowed it. His mouth moved from her lips to her jaw. Then down to her neck.
“Jason,” she breathed. “We shouldn’t…”
“Don’t.” His teeth grazed her throat. “Don’t talk.”
His hand left her hair, trailing down her side. Finding her hip. Gripping hard enough to leave marks.
Diana’s head fell back against the wall. Her eyes closed.
They were normally not this reckless but God, it felt…
Jason’s mouth found the spot where her neck met her shoulder. Bit down gently.
A gasp escaped her.
“Two weeks,” he muttered against her skin. “Two weeks of nothing. Do you know what that was like?”
“Jason…” Diana’s fingers curled into his shirt. “We have to be careful.”
“I don’t want to be careful.”
“We don’t have a choice.”
“Don’t we?” His hand moved from her hip to her thigh. Slid under the hem of her skirt. “Tell me to stop, Diana. If you want me to stop, tell me now.”
Jason pulled back just enough to look at her. His eyes were dark and hungry.
“Say it,” he demanded. “Tell me to stop.”
“I can’t,” she whispered. Jason smiled clearly pleased with her answer. “Good. Now be a good slut for me, mother”
His mouth crashed into hers again.
Jason’s hand tightened on her thigh. His other hand left the wall to grip her waist, pulling her closer.
There was no space between them now. Diana’s fingers moved from his shirt to his hair. She pulled it hard wanting to cause him pain.
Jason made a sound low in his throat. That sounded like a growl, it added to the heat pooling between her legs.
His mouth moved back to her neck. Kissing. Biting. Marking.
When Jason finally pulled back, they were both breathing hard.
He rested his forehead against hers. His hands still on her waist.
“I missed you,” he said quietly.
Diana’s hand came up to his face. Touched his jaw. “My handsome liar.”
“Did you miss me?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
Jason’s eyes closed. Then he kissed her again. Biting her lips hard till blood stained her already swollen lip. They both knew better than to trust each other. But that was what made everything more interesting than it already was.
Even though they were both playing games with fire.
Even though this was going to end in disaster.
For now, she just wanted to get fucked and hard.