Her soft, lush body pressed against mine, her lips kissing me with the same greed that ravaged inside me.
Turning back or saying no was not a choice either of us were going to entertain.
I certainly wasn’t.
Chapter 6
Jia
Oh God…
I was selfish.
This was selfish.
What if we got caught?
We could get caught.
Somebody could walk in on us and see us like this.
The thought was the only thing that made me pull away from Xander.
“No.” He growled, pulling me back to him. “I need you.”
If ever I’d ever questioned whether this man spoke the truth to me I knew now that he did. His eyes. It was all there in his eyes. All there for me to see. He needed me.
“I need you too,” I told him and I meant that in so many ways I couldn’t explain.
Not right now.
Before he could say anything I took his hand and led him into the closet where we would be safe.
It was the little closet I kept my stationery in and stored various things like my art supplies.
As soon as we got in there he took charge. Kissing me.
Kissing me again and I succumbed to the kiss, wanting to savor the feel of him on my lips.
I kissed him too, but not the way I normally did. Not in that needy, heady way that showed how badly I wanted him.
He swept his hot wet tongue into my mouth and made love to my mouth with the sensual manner in which he kissed me.
There would be nothing slow about us today. Not with the way he touched me. I stilled my breathing so I could control my moans. Just so I could keep that awareness about me and not get lost entirely.
It was too dangerous to even slip for a second.
Anyone could walk into the office. There wasn’t a lock on the door and now I thought that was designed on purpose. This closet had a lock from the inside but it wouldn’t take two guesses to know that someone had to be on the inside to lock it.
His lips moved to the side of my neck, nibbling on the skin there and when he cupped my breasts my body arched into him, pressing against the hard solid walls of his chest.
How I longed to be touched by him…
How I longed to feel his hands on me just like this.
Not damn Armand.
Armand who made me sick just to think of his name.
Not him.
I wouldn’t want him touching me ever again, not for anything.
I wanted Xander. No matter how badly he’d hurt me, he was who I wanted.
He shoved my top down just enough to pull it away from my left breast then he closed his mouth over the nipple and sucked. I pressed my head against the wall and closed my eyes. My body overwrought with passion succumbed to the elation that glided through me. Elation infused and laced through my heart. It hummed and flowed throughout me, licking at the endings of every nerve.
I just wanted to enjoy it, enjoy him, his mouth on me, tasting me.
Even if it felt like he was touching me like it was the last time.
The thought made me snap open my eyes and look at him as he moved to my right breast to start sucking.
What if this really was the last time we did this?
The last time he touched me like this.
I ran my hands through his hair and he looked up at me. His face hovering between the deep valley of my breasts with my nipple hard and pointed from the way he’d aroused me.
My whole body had betrayed me, every part of me betrayed me. So even if I wanted to pretend I didn’t want him, my body would give me away.
He started planting kisses all along the line down from my cleavage to my navel, and down, down, down. Slowing down the speed we were going at just the right moment so we could truly enjoy each other for whatever time the closet gave us.
He placed a kiss on my waist through the sheer fabric of my little skirt and rolled up the hem so it was around my middle.
A wicked, sinful smile spread over his face when he saw my panties.
“Yes, white lace.” His voice was full of appreciation. He looked up at me and ran his fingers over my skin, leaving a trail of fire where he touched. “You are so beautiful Jia. Everything… inside and out.”
He’d never said that to me before, never and I didn’t know how to take it.
Again I asked myself if this might be goodbye.
The question floated out of my mind when he nuzzled his face between my thighs, going straight for my mound. My body remembered this part, it definitely remembered this part and I grew wetter just thinking about it.
The walls of my core tightened in response to his touch and coiled when he moved the lace fabric away from my mound and pushed his slick sexy tongue straight into my pussy.
A little moan fell from my lips from the intensity of the pleasure. I clamped my hand over my mouth to hold in the sounds which I realized now that I couldn’t hold. So I breathed out my moans as low as I could while he licked me.
Licking and sucking, teasing the hard nub of my clit until my knees turned to water and my soul quivered.
Quivering from the raw ecstasy that took me.
Raw, erotic, wild ecstasy that made me crave more and hunger for him.
I had to press into the wall as a greedy orgasm took me whole. It started in the tips of my toes this time as a tingle. Just a tingle that became a spark of hardness. Hard, fierce, powerful electricity that rippled through my body and swallowed me whole. It took over my body and I had to grip onto his hard powerful shoulders, doubling over to keep from screaming out loud.
He caught me, holding me so he could lick the nectar that flowed from me, lick me clean.
He licked and drank and didn’t stop until he was done.
It was only then that he stood up.
As he rose I noticed the bulge of his cock pressing against his pants. I reached out to touch him feeling him through the fabric.
“I won’t last and I don’t know how long we have until someone comes looking for you.”
“Please … let me taste you.”
It was desperation talking. If this was the last time we did this I wanted to remember everything.
The blue of his eyes darkened with desire. Burning with the heat of need. It was an outward reflection of what I felt.
He undid his belt buckle and I did the rest by pulling the zipper down his pants, then pushing down his boxers so his cock could spring free.
His cock, thick and massive, jutted toward me, the fat head looking strained.
I lowered to my knees and took him into my mouth. He groaned when I started sucking then laced his fingers through my hair to hold me to him as my head bobbled up and down over his cock. When I started licking his balls, he pulled back and reached for me to stand up.
He shook his head and kissed me. “I want to finish inside you, please don’t rob me from doing so.”
“I’m all yours,” I whispered breathlessly.
On my word he lifted me up and nestled me down onto the hard length of his cock.
I wrapped my legs around him when he plunged into my pussy and started moving inside me.
A tortured moan fell from my lips when he sped up his pace, moving from slow to fast and faster. Faster became pounding, then fucking.
It was different, each part was different with its own wild excitement.
This part had a raw animalistic presence that rippled from him to me. It intensified when he pressed me into the wall and angled me so he could fuck me harder.
Shit! Another orgasm was coming. It roiled low in my groin and worked its way up like a volcano waiting to erupt.
I gritted my teeth but that did nothing to stop me from gasping a desperate breath that carried a pleasure-filled moan on the edge of it.
If anyone walked in they would hear me.
God, they would hear me.
Then what?
He must have seen the worry fi
ll my face because he cupped my face and kissed me while he continued to move inside me.
I kissed him back and moved with him.
My lips on his muffled the sound of my last cry but he wasn’t finished yet.
I held him tight as he continued to move inside me with those rough hard strokes that rocked my body, severing me from reality.
When he sped up again and started pounding harder I knew his climax was near. We’d done this enough times for me to know his body too.
I was right. His grip tightened on me and he started jackhammering, jackhammering to his release that blew into me like a hurricane.
It was so powerful that it sucked the energy from me.
Xander then held me to him, held me close against the corded muscles of his chest while our breathing stilled. I ran my fingers over the eagle tattooed on his chest, loving the feel of his skin against my fingertips.
I couldn’t imagine that I wasn’t allowed to be with him, and damn it, as soon as I thought it my office door opened.
My whole being tensed right up, it tensed up and stayed tense as footsteps sounded against the concrete floor.
Jesus please, don’t let whoever that was open the closet door.
Please, no.
There were two people, two distinct sets of footsteps.
Xander held me against his chest, held me tight and it was the first time he’d ever looked worried. Worried though not for himself, but for me. It was weird considering it was him they’d kill if they caught him with me like this.
“She would have come this way. Saw her on camera.” That was Pa. The worst person who could catch us like this. As if the last time when he walked in on me in bed with Xander wasn’t bad enough.
That was embarrassing and a step too far.
This however, was life or death. I’d been warned and this would be my fault.
If he died it would be my fault.
“Maybe she went upstairs to the coffeehouse.” That was Vinny.
“I just want to see if she’s okay,” Pa gruffed, then God and his angels must have come to my rescue because the footsteps filtered away and the main door to my office clicked shut.
I released a sigh I didn’t realize I’d been holding on to. I hadn’t realized I wasn’t breathing.
Xander set me down and pressed his forehead to mine.
“I’m sorry. Jia, I shouldn’t have put you in danger like that,” he breathed.
“It was my fault.”
“Really? Looks a lot more like my fault from where I’m standing... When it comes to you I can’t think straight.” He fixed his pants and surprised me entirely by pulling a tissue from his pocket to clean me off. The care he handled me with was something I savored too, him taking care of me like I was his.
“You were telling the truth.” I gazed up into his eyes.
“The truth?” He focused on me like he wasn’t sure what I was talking about.
“When you said it was real.” I didn’t doubt it when he told me the other day, but it wasn’t spoken in the best of moments.
“Yes ,of course it’s real, but this is dangerous Jia and not what I want for you.” His gaze intensified and I knew he was about to hit me with something serious. A truth I wouldn’t like. “I won’t… say goodbye. I won’t say goodbye when I leave.”
I covered my mouth to keep from crying, surprised I had any tears left.
He smoothed his hand over my cheek and held me closer.
“Jia. It’s best.”
I shook my head. “No… It’s not. Please don’t do that to me. I leave for Europe on Monday.” The words felt so weird to say. I’d always imagined that I’d be happier telling people that. “I leave for Europe on Monday with Armand. Xander…please, if you leave before, if you leave before that just come and see me. Just see me once. But please don’t just disappear and I never see you again. It would kill me.”
It would grieve me to no end if he did that.
He nodded and pulled me into the safety of his heart.
I wished more than anything that I could stay there forever.
Not meant to be though.
It was another hard truth.
Chapter 7
Xander
I wasn’t sure which was worse.
Being with her or being without her.
Both seemed to carry its own weight of grief.
I suppose though that being with her fixed some element of something that had been severed.
Just some element. On some degree, however, it felt like I’d made the situation worse.
Maybe it would have been better to just leave, get out of her life and she’d never see me again.
Now I’d made a promise I might not be able to keep. Another one.
Night fell quickly and brought with it the gravity of the situation.
Wes and I were in full heist mode as we ventured to the park.
Ethan and a team he’d put together were going to stay in a van with cameras.
One set of cameras surveyed the area, others were connected with the communicators Wes and I carried so they could see where we were going.
We’d climbed down the sewer entrance about twenty minutes ago and followed the dank, dark pungent path with our headlights. Daytime might have been better to venture down here, out of the question though for many reasons.
This was my night off. When I did a whole day like I had, Giovanni gave me the night off. Of course I hadn’t been chosen like the others to watch Jia at her house since the last time he caught me in bed with her.
Prick… I really hoped he got what was coming to him. I really did.
The man was a mystery and a disaster.
One I never wanted to cross paths with again.
Wes tapped the side of his head, signaling to switch off the microphones.
I did.
Ethan would be able to see where we were going but not hear us. Because of the screwed signaling problems we usually had he’d most likely think there was some difficulty with that.
“You’re quiet. What’s up with you?” Wes asked, curiosity banked his eyes.
“Everything.”
“Anything more happen today?”
To answer that question I’d have to tell him I’d been more reckless today. Not only had I had sex with Jia again, but I’d nearly gotten caught balls deep in her by her father. Again.
I didn’t want to imagine what would have happened if he’d opened that closet door and caught me.
I would have been dead, dead, dead.
I wouldn’t have even gotten the chance to pull my gun to defend myself.
“Nothing happened.” Best to say that.
Wes knew it for a lie however. “Nothing at all? Really. You haven’t said two words since we met up.”
I had a good idea on how I could change the subject. “And, you haven’t talked about your lady friend at all. You guys looked cozy, like you knew each other.”
That got him.
“Nice, smooth way to change the focus on you. Her name’s Paige. I haven’t seen her in years, not since that time we went to San Francisco.”
San Francisco was two years ago. It had been one of our leads on Balthazar that led nowhere.
I was glad though that Wes had found someone.
“Maybe you’ll see more of her after this,” I filled in.
“I want to, it’s not good to live the way we do sometimes. I love the adventure, the thrill of the shit we get up to but it’s a nomads way. Comes a time when you want some place to call home and a woman to call yours.” He chuckled.
I’d never heard him talk like that before, not in all the time I’d known him.
“Why haven’t you mentioned her before?”
“I don’t know. I guess I’m always mindful of what you had with Claire. I see the way you look sometimes whenever someone hints at what happened or you might have to mention her. She was your serious. Paige became mine over the years.”
While it was nice to hear s
he was his serious, I felt bad that he had someone like her and thought he couldn’t talk to me because of what happened to Claire.
“Wes, I wished you’d said something. Hell, you’ve been with me this whole time helping me track Balthazar.” He had, and most of those leads we’d followed were of the dangerous variety where he could have gotten killed. “I’m happy for you. I would have understood if you wanted to spend time with her.”
“Xander, I know you would have.” He grinned. “Maybe I was just exploring what I had with her before getting in too deep. You know I didn’t exactly have the best examples growing up.” He raised his brows and I nodded.
I never knew my mother, and what I’d known of my father was enough to not want to know him. I grew up in foster care until I met Jack and Claire and lived with them. Jack was my example and if there was ever a woman he’d been with he always showed her love and respect. So that was what I knew.
Wes’ family however was a whole other story. He came from a wealthy family in Boston. He was the only child. His father cheated on his mother every chance he got. She killed herself because of it, and all his father did was take another wife who treated Wes like shit for all the time he lived with them. It was at least five years.
Then his father mysteriously died of a heart attack when Wes was twenty one and his step mother made it so she inherited nearly all of what he should have had. He tried to fight it and lost, that was when he headed off to this nomads way of life he spoke of and ended up meeting me. Both of us meeting at the right times.
“But, she’s your serious now?” I asked. I understood wholeheartedly what he meant by exploring what he had with Paige. I think I would have done the same thing too.
“She’s my serious now.” The proud look on his face was enough to confirm he was done exploring and ready to take the next step. “Last time she told me she’d wait for me. We message and write to each other as often as we can. She’s been studying and working abroad for the most part. She’s a paleontologist. She finishes up her current project at the end of next year. It looks like she may be thinking of slowing down then, being stationary here and teaching. So, yeah, maybe I’m hoping for a change or two after we get this done. And of course, after we find Balthazar.”
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