Private Release

by Amy Ruttan

  Hard.

  She imagined joining him in the shower. His blue eyes fixed on her as she dropped to her knees and palmed his thick cock, giving it a stroke, luxuriating in touching him before running her tongue up the length, tasting him.

  After she sucked him off, he’d pay her the same courtesy and she’d gladly spread her legs to have him lick her pussy. His hot tongue probed her folds to circle around her clit, sucking her and stroking her to make her come, before pressing her against the tiled shower wall and ramming his cock into her sheath.

  Thrusting in and out and with each movement his balls would slap her ass. His shaft stretching her and filling her so completely, chasing away the emptiness, the loneliness that had overtaken her life.

  Damn. She was so turned on, by one of the sexiest men she’d seen in a long time. How he managed to stay out of the spotlight was a mystery to her.

  Perhaps it was that bodyguard.

  Adele shuddered thinking about that beast of man who brought her up here and thrust her head-first into the most embarrassing moment of her life. She groaned and buried her face in her hands, in the process she knocked the keyboard. The computer made a funny sound and the spreadsheets disappeared in a blip.

  In fact the whole monitor went dark.

  “Shit,” Adele cursed under her breath. She tried for a few minutes to recover what was lost, but a password locked her out. She scanned the room, but Jared had disappeared. The last time she’d seen him he was sitting on the couch.

  Now he was nowhere to be seen.

  “Mr. Stevens?” she called out, but there was no answer. “Jared?” She tried uneasily, still uncomfortable with using his name. It was too personal, even though she’d seen him naked and jerking off.

  Still no answer.

  After a few minutes she got up and snapped her braces on. She was going to have to find him. If she was locked out she couldn’t do her work and that’s what he was paying her for. She knew one thing, there was no way she was going to open any closed doors. Not after what happened the last time.

  Her cheeks heated just thinking about it and a little groan slipped past her lips. No, the plan was to head to the center of the room and start calling for him as loud as she could.

  Now, how to go about attempting the three steps down into the sunken living room and the three steps up and out.

  One step at a time, her grandma would always say. How prudent it was now.

  Taking a deep breath, she made it down the steps and crossed the sunken living room and up the last three steps to the main hall.

  “Jared?” she called out again, her voice echoing in the main foyer. Adele eyed the bathroom door with misgiving. There was no way she was going to walk in there again.

  Though I wouldn’t mind seeing him naked again.

  Her naughty thought took her by surprise. Warmth spread through her veins as her pulse thundered between her ears. Her nipples tightened beneath her blouse, the stretchy cotton rubbing and teasing them into sensitive buds with every little movement. A longing ache settled between her thighs and she yearned for release and she wanted Jared’s cock to satisfy her.

  A door down the small hallway to her right opened with a resounding thud. Jared stepped out, his nose high in the air and his eyes closed as if he were some sort of animal that could smell her arousal. His gaze landed on her and it was as if an electric current passed between the two of them, sending jolts through her body. Her skin prickled with need to be touched. To be tasted. To be fucked.

  Life was too short and she was damn well aware of that.

  Jared’s blue eyes darkened and sparkled like polished coal. His muscles were corded and his whole body seemed taut as a bowstring, as though he was holding himself back from rushing her and pressing his strong body against hers.

  Something she wanted so bad.

  Tell him you want him, her body screamed. Tell him to fuck you senseless.

  “Is there something you need, Adele?” His voice was strained.

  “I, uh…the computer.” She pointed over her shoulder like an idiot. “I need a new logon.”

  “Is that all you need?”

  No! “Yes. Sorry, I must’ve hit the wrong button.”

  You’re an idiot.

  Jared closed the gap between them, until he was just inches from her. A musky, citrusy scent enveloped her. Something wild, rugged and untamed mixed with the clean smell of soap caused a small sigh to escape her lips. Her body quivered, as she thought about how good he must taste, if she could only have just one, little sample.

  No, he’s your client, the rational side said, whereas the irrational side, which was ruled by hormones and guts screamed, who cares! Live for once.

  “I think there’s something else you want, Adele.” He leaned over, his breath fanning across her skin. “I can smell it. You’re turned on.”

  “Yes,” she said quickly. “But you’re my client.”

  Jared’s skin was rough against hers as he brushed his knuckles against her cheek. “I don’t care. I signed a contract, you’ve seen our accounts. I won’t hire someone else. Beare Enterprises likes to keep its business confidential. We like privacy. You’re the only private investigator for the job.”

  Adele swallowed the lump that formed in her throat and nodded, she remembered the confidentiality agreements she’d signed.

  “I only want you to work for me, Adele, and in return I’d like to give you something if you’ll let me.” He stroked her face again. “You’re so beautiful.”

  “I…don’t know. I don’t sleep around. I’m not desperate.”

  Well, hard up maybe.

  Jared growled. “Glad to hear it.” He tilted her chin so she was forced to look up at him. “We can take it slow. I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

  Adele felt as if she were drowning in his gaze, as if he was some sort of magical being, pulling his glamour over her eyes, controlling her mind. Only there was no mind control. Just all-consuming lust since she’d first laid eyes on him.

  “What’d you say, Adele? Will you let me love you?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  Jared quickly scooped her up, her arm braces clattered to the floor and she knew she wasn’t going to need them. He carried her into his room. The first thing she noticed was the walls in his bedroom were paneled in dark, cherry wood. Making it feel warm. The center of the room was dominated by a massive sleigh bed, which looked thick and fluffy. He deposited her down in the center and shut the door.

  Adele’s pulse raced with hot need, scorching her to her very core.

  He ambled over to her and her mouth went dry, her stomach fluttering with drugged-up butterflies. His eyes were still glittering like a hungry predator’s, but there was nothing threatening about him. She felt safe with him, albeit nervous.

  Jared reached out and ran his fingers through her hair. “So soft.” Then his fingers trailed down to the button of her suit jacket and she grew nervous. He paused, sensing her apprehension.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  “It’s nothing… It’s just been a long time.” And no one has seen me naked since I was shot and left with a horrific scar.

  “You tell me if you want to stop. I’ll take this slow. We have all night.”

  Heat bloomed in her core. All night sounded like heaven. Adele licked her lips. “Keep going.”

  “All you have to do is tell me to stop and I will.” His voice was husky with need.

  “Don’t stop.”

  “I’m so glad you said that.” He pressed his lips against hers in a light butterfly kiss, which made her want to jump out of her skin. “Because I don’t want to stop.” He undid the buttons to her suit jacket and then slid it off her before tossing it away over his shoulder.

  It was her only good suit, but frankly right now she didn’t give a damn about her clothing. All she wanted to be was naked and under him.

  His hands slid down to her waist and he quickly undid the button
on her pants. Adele’s breath hitched in her throat as his fingers slid under her silk camisole, untucking it from her pants, coming so close to the puckered scar from the shooting. When Elias saw the wound, he’d been disgusted by the prospect of the damage it would leave on her body.

  “What’s wrong?” Jared asked. “You’re incredibly tense.”

  “Nothing. Don’t stop.”

  Don’t stop. Wash it all away, erase my nightmares.

  He tilted her chin, his gaze full of concern. “Adele?”

  She responded by running her hands up under his shirt and nibbling his jaw. “I’m okay. Don’t stop.”

  Jared let out a feral growl, which caused her body to hum in excitement. He pushed her back against the mattress and pulled her pants down over her hips and off, tossing them in a different direction from her jacket.

  The only things she was wearing were her cotton panties and silk camisole. She could see her scars peeking out from behind her clothing. She covered it with her hand the best she could. His gaze raked over her body and he grabbed her wrist.

  “What’re you doing?”

  Heat flushed her cheeks as he looked at her scar. “I didn’t…it’s not the most pleasing thing to look at. I know.”

  He cocked an eyebrow and then ripped his cotton shirt in half, baring his chest to her. She could see his own nasty scar on his shoulder.

  “Now we’re even.”

  Adele smiled and touched his scar. He let out a hiss and then growled again, snatching her hand away.

  “You better take off your cami, or I’ll shred it from your body.”

  After the way he’d destroyed his t-shirt she had no doubt he would. She sat up and pulled it off over her head. The cool air of the room made her nipples pucker, even more so.

  Jared growled in appreciation. “What do you want me to do first?”

  “You’re asking me?”

  He grinned. “We have all night and I’m a gentleman and it’s always ladies first.”

  She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’m game with almost anything.”

  “Good.”

  Before she knew it she was flat on her back again. He whisked her panties down and spread her legs wide, hungrily gazing down at her pussy. He ran his fingers over her scar and frowned.

  “It’s not right you were given so much pain.” His eyes twinkled as he moved between her legs. “But I promise you I can make you forget any pain you incurred.”

  Jared pressed his lips against her thigh, her leg began to shake in anticipation as his tongue traveled from that spot near her femoral artery toward her pussy. Adele arched her back, waiting for that moment she’d just fantasized about.

  When he licked her labia a guttural moan escaped from the back of her throat. Just that simple touch of his tongue against her pussy sent electric currents of pleasure through her. His licking deepened until his the tip of his tongue found her clit, and he swirled it before sucking gently.

  “Oh God,” she gasped, snaking her fingers through his hair to hold him in place. She ground her hips in time with his tongue.

  Two fingers pushed into her pussy, he was finger-fucking her as he continued to pleasure her with his mouth. It wasn’t long before that heady sensation enveloped her body in warmth. Adele arched her back, crying out, her vaginal muscles clamped down on his fingers as she came.

  Her body became like jelly and she was so relaxed she could easily curl up and sleep. When she glanced at him, she was suddenly very wide awake. Jared was taking off his jeans.

  Her breath caught in her throat. Yes, she’d seen him naked not that long ago, but it’d been only a fleeting glance when she caught him jerking off. This time his cock was hard because of her and she could savor the sight of Jared aroused.

  Jared leaned over and pulled a condom out of a small black box on his nightstand. Adele sat up.

  “Let me help you with that.”

  Jared handed her the condom, his eyes glittering with lust. She ripped open the packet and unrolled the condom down over his cock. As soon as she touched his shaft he let out a moan.

  “I like you touching me,” he said.

  “I like touching you.”

  “I want to fuck you from behind. Will you let me?”

  Any way you want. “I can’t really hold my weight on my legs without support. My arms might give way after a while.” She winked at him.

  “That’s not a problem.” Jared grinned, piling thick pillows down and then helping her get into position. The pillows supported her weight, so her arms wouldn’t be strained. He grabbed her hips and then his hands caressed her ass.

  “You got a nice piece,” he said giving her cheeks a squeeze.

  The brush of his thighs against the back of her legs made her bite her lip, waiting for the moment he thrust into her. She was still wet from his mouth and was more than ready for him.

  His cock pressed against her opening, he moved forward, slowly stretching her. He was so big and it felt so good to have him seated fully inside her. Jared move painstakingly slowly. What she wanted was him to go faster, but he was in control of their dance. His large hands held onto her hips, moving her up and down his cock as he thrust in and out.

  Adele dropped her head and gripped the sheets as the tempo increased. He leaned over her, his chest pressed against her back to lay kisses against her skin.

  “Baby, you’re so damn tight,” he whispered in her ear. “So damn wet.”

  She moaned and tried to move her hips against him, urging him to take her faster. Adele wanted him to pound her. Hard.

  “What do you want, Adele?”

  “Faster,” she panted. “Faster.”

  Jared moved, his fingers digging into the flesh on her hips. It was painfully delicious. He knocked her legs apart, just a bit wider and he began to piston in and out of her.

  “You feel so good,” she murmured. And he did. It felt so damn good having him buried inside her.

  His thrusts became shallower and she knew he was close to coming, as she was. When her orgasm exploded through her, he cried out as her muscles tightened around him and he stilled.

  She’d come twice in a night. Something that had never happened to her before. Her thighs were still shaking and her whole body felt like a great big pile of goo.

  Jared slipped out of her and helped her out of the doggy-style position. She collapsed against the bed, trying to calm her racing pulse. Jared lay down beside her, propping himself on one elbow to stare at her.

  Adele didn’t know if she was supposed to linger in the bed or not. She’d only just met him and she didn’t want to overstep her bounds, even more than they’d already been trodden on.

  “I should get home. It’s kind of late,” Adele said, breaking the silence. She rose on one elbow, but her body still felt boneless from that earth-shattering orgasm she’d just experienced.

  “Where do you live?”

  “Down on Pembina, near the Trans Canada.”

  Jared’s brow furrowed. “Unacceptable. You’re going to move in here with me and that’s all there is to it.”

  Chapter Four

  “Is there something particularly wrong with where I live?” Adele asked, cocking one of her eyebrows.

  Jared groaned inwardly, he could’ve phrased that a better way. There was nothing wrong with living in the southern end of the city, it’s just that he wanted her closer. He had this weird urge to protect her and keep her safe.

  Like a bonded mate would, which was preposterous as she wasn’t Mukswa. Yet those invisible ties that bound mates together seemed to be ensnaring him, especially with the taste of her still on his lips. She was so beautiful, with her dark hair slung over her copper-colored shoulder and the way she had responded to his touch, the feel of her pussy wrapped so tight around his cock made the blood surge to his loins again. His dick becoming rock-hard again and he was ready for more.

  “Well? Is there something wrong with where I live?”

  Jared brushed her silky
hair from her shoulder. “Nothing is wrong with it per se, except that it’s too far away.”

  Adele chuckled. “Too far?”

  “Yes,” Jared said.

  “What about your other employees? Do they live here?” Adele was teasing him and he knew it.

  “As a matter of fact, they do.”

  Her eyes widened. “How big is this apartment?”

  “Everyone who works for Beare Enterprises lives in this building.”

  “You’re shitting me.”

  Jared laughed. Her colorful euphemisms were delightful and damn sexy. The woman the elders chose as his mate probably hadn’t cussed once in her life. His chosen mate was a prim-and-proper member of a high clan family. She was an aristocrat through and through and boring as fuck in comparison to this enchanting creature lounging naked in his bed.

  He wanted her again. A growl erupted past his lips and Adele’s cheeks tinged with pink. Jared inched closer, but she placed her hand on his chest and pushed him back, holding him at bay.

  “I don’t think so.”

  “Why not?” Jared asked, wanting to brush her hand away and push her down against the mattress and sink into her silky, wet heat. But he resisted because he didn’t want to terrify her with the ferocity of lust he felt for her right now, in this moment.

  “You didn’t answer my question, not really.”

  “I did. My employees live and work here. Beare Enterprises maintains confidentiality at all times.”

  “And what if an employee quits?”

  Jared grinned and wound a tendril of her hair on his finger. “No one quits.”

  “I find that hard to believe.”

  “You can check my financial records.”

  “And what about the fellow who embezzled you? Obviously he left.”

  Jared’s spine stiffened as Levi and all the damage that black-hearted bastard had done crossed his mind. He rolled away from Adele. “Look. I want you living here. My sister’s room is empty and you can stay there during the course of your investigation. All your expenses will be paid for.”

  “Do you think it’s wise?”

  “I want you living here.” It came out as a snarl and her eyes widened. “I’m sorry, but I’d feel better about my company and its secrets if you lived here.”