by B. L. Wilde
“Would you allow me to escort you to the bar?” a fair-haired man asked as I reached the bottom. I was already scanning the crowd, looking for Oliver. He was here somewhere.
“I’m sorry, I need to find my date,” I muttered, not even looking at him.
“He can’t be much of a date if he’s abandoned you already. Have one drink with me, please.” The fair-haired guy was just about to touch my arm when a voice came from behind me.
“Miss Gibbs hasn’t been abandoned. She is my date,” Oliver smirked, pulling me against him. The fair-haired guy winced awkwardly. Clearly he knew who Oliver was and scurried off into the crowd. “Jade,” he gasped, “you look absolutely breathtaking.” I wasn’t given a chance to respond before he crashed his lips against mine in an aggressive kiss. He tasted so good—of freshness and mint. Mmm, that was the Oliver taste I knew. We seemed to forget the world around us. All that mattered were his lips moving against mine.
“Wow,” I giggled against his mouth as we broke apart. “That was a kiss hello.”
“I want to do so much more, believe me,” he muttered in my ear.
“Save that for later,” I winked, looking around the crowd, watching all the eyes on us. Oliver and I were causing quite a show, it seemed.
“Are you ready for this?” he grinned, running his hand through my hair. I’d straightened it tonight, going for a simple look to show off my elegant, purple dress more.
“I’m ready,” I beamed, taking his hand in mine. He looked down at our joined hands, stroking the side of my palm with his thumb before pulling me deeper into the crowd.
“What do you do again, Miss Gibbs?” one of Oliver’s male associates asked me later that evening. Oliver was currently on stage, picking some numbers for the drawing tonight.
“Interior design and artwork mainly,” I murmured, watching Oliver on stage.
“Interesting. Is that how you and Mr. Kirkham met?” This guy was really nosey and I didn’t like it.
“I don’t see how that is any of your business,” I frowned, watching Oliver step down from the stage and begin to make his way toward me.
“I’m simply making conversation. I’ve never seen Oliver so happy, that’s all.” I knew that was true. I could see it deep in his eyes as he got closer to me.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap like that,” I apologized. “It’s just that Oliver and I like to keep our relationship private.”
“That’s understandable,” the associate muttered as Oliver wrapped his arms around me from behind.
“Oh, I see you’ve met Jade, Jeremy,” he chuckled, kissing my neck softly.
“You know me, Oliver. I’ll always seek out the most beautiful woman in the crowd first.”
“Careful, you know she’s spoken for,” Oliver warned in a teasing tone.
“The most beautiful? I’m not so sure about that.” I glanced around the room. The finest on the rich list were all here tonight. I was sure there was even royalty. There was no way I could be the most beautiful here.
“You are to me. That’s all that matters,” Oliver whispered into my ear. “If you’ll excuse us, Jeremy,” he muttered. “I have more people to introduce Jade to.”
“Oh, don’t let me keep you. Wonderful to meet you, Jade.” Jeremy smiled as Oliver led me away.
“I think I’ll have to keep an eye on you all night,” he chuckled, guiding me through the crowd as he acknowledged a few faces we passed.
“What do you mean?”
“Jade, you’re a vision tonight. You must have noticed all the greedy eyes watching you.”
“Umm…no, I can’t say that I have,” I lied, forcing a blush.
“That’s one of the many things I love about you,” he grinned, stroking my cheek as he ran his thumb across my bottom lip. Oh, God! He said the ‘L’ word again. Breathe, Jade! “You have no idea how amazing you are.”
“And you have a way of rendering me speechless,” I giggled, leaning up to peck his desirable lips.
The first part of the evening was spent mingling. All the names and faces over the last few days were giving me a headache, but I managed to commit most of the right names to memory, as well as the information I gathered from them. I’d already managed to eliminate a few scientists from my list by the time Oliver asked me to dance.
“Are you bored yet?” he whispered, pulling me against his chest as we swayed to the beat of the music.
“I’m with you, how could I get bored?” I sighed, running my hands down his chest.
“It won’t always be like this. We’ll have time to ourselves, too. I just have a lot going on within my company right now.”
“Oliver, I don’t care. I want you. If this was all you did, I’d still take it.” His eyes seemed to penetrate my soul as he gazed down at me.
“I’ve been waiting so long for you to be this open with me. I can hardly believe it.”
“This is just the start. I’ll open up fully, I promise. Just give me some time.” His eyes were soft until he looked out into the crowd of people. “I should have guessed Imogen Windom would turn up,” he glared. “That woman can’t take a damn hint!”
“Who?” I questioned, turning in the direction that he was glaring.
“Imogen is my rival in every way. She’s the CEO of Windom International. She’s been trying to merge our weapons departments for years just so she can take over.” Interesting…I could be working for her. Who knew?
“Why would she want to do that?”
“Power. Our companies are the main supplies of nuclear warfare. If we merged, we would be unstoppable. No other company could match us.”
“Isn’t that what you would want? What’s stopping you?”
“Imogen only sees dollar signs. She doesn’t care who she sells to.” Which meant paying the Seductors to gain a power core would be nothing to her. “That’s not how I do business, and why I will never merge with her.” A photographer from the press suddenly appeared in front of us before I spoke. I buried my face into Oliver’s chest. “Jade, what’s wrong?”
“I can’t have my face in the press,” I mumbled into his chest. “Can you ask him to leave, please?” I heard Oliver politely ask the photographer to leave before I lifted my head up to meet his concerned dark eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“Are you going to explain what that was all about?”
“I will, but not tonight.” I smiled sadly, gripping his shoulders as I pulled myself closer to him. “I don’t want to ruin the evening.”
“Imogen is here. It couldn’t get much worse,” he smirked, running his hands down my back. “I’m beginning to see that you have some serious layers, Jade.”
“You have no idea,” I whispered, resting my head on his chest. I couldn’t look him in the eyes…not when I was being so truthful.
“You’re lucky. I happen to love stripping your layers,” he whispered suggestively, running his hands toward my lower back. “If we weren’t in a room full of people. I’d start stripping the top layer right now.” There went another pair of panties! Damn you, Mr. Kirkham!
“How much longer do we need to stay at this party?” I whimpered, holding my legs together. I had no control when it came to sex with this man. He made all the pain disappear with his touch.
“We can leave whenever you want.” I could feel his smirk as he spoke.
“Like, right now?”
“We’ve shown our faces. I can’t see my uncle being mad at us if we leave now. I mean, if you were to suddenly have a headache, I’d have to escort you back to the hotel.”
“I have an ache, but it’s not my head,” I whispered into his ear seductively. Okay, that may have been too much for shy Jade, but right then, I just wanted Oliver to take me back to the hotel as fast as he could.
“Jesus, Jade!” he gasped. “You’re in so much trouble now.” Oh good, I loved being in trouble with Oliver. He took my hand, leading me off the dance floor as he pulled his phone out. “Alicia, can you find my uncle and tell hi
m Jade and I are leaving? She isn’t feeling too well. I’ll see him in the morning at our breakfast meeting.” He hung up without a response from her. Oh, she’d love that—a man hanging up on her. I noticed Imogen trying to make her way through the crowd toward us. Oliver spotted her, too. “We need to get out of here before that woman catches us.”
“Why don’t you try the fire exit?” I suggested. He must have thought it was a good idea, because we began to make our way toward it.
“Oliver, are you really going to run out on me without even saying hello?” Imogen called just before we reached the exit. I watched Oliver compose himself before turning around to face her.
“You know I try to avoid you when I can, Imogen.”
“Always the gentlemen, I see,” she glared.
“I’m a perfect gentlemen to ladies,” he smirked, turning to wink at me. I stood there with my mouth hanging open as I listened to them. They were so openly rude to each other. I’d never seen this side of Oliver before.
“Is that what the blonde is? A lady? I thought she was one of those women that charge by the hour.” What a bitch!
“Don’t make it personal, Imogen,” Oliver threatened. “You never won those battles. Jade is more of a lady than you’ll ever be. ”
“Jade?” she questioned, tilting her head and looking at me. One sly smile on her face and I was sure this was the bitch I was working for. “Was this the woman you were seen with six months ago?”
“Yes, not that it has anything to do with you,” he stressed. “We’re leaving. Goodnight, Imogen.”
“Lovely to meet you, Jade,” she grinned as Oliver escorted me away. There was a meaning in her eyes as she said my name, and I feared it was because she might know who I really was. Fantastic! I might be working for an evil bitch!
Chapter Thirteen
“You’ve been quiet since we left the gala,” I muttered, resting my head on Oliver’s shoulder as we made our way back to the hotel.
“Imogen does that to me, sorry.”
“I thought you were amazing. You stayed so calm.”
“She wants a reaction. You should’ve heard some of the comments she made about my father in the past.”
“I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have to put up with shit like that.”
“Don’t worry about me. I can look after myself,” he grinned, running his fingertips down my arm.
“I want to look after you, too. That’s what I’m here for.”
“Is that so?” he mused, his eyes lightening with emotion. “And how are you planning on looking after me?”
“By simply being there for you. I want to do this, Oliver. I want there to be an us.”
“What happened to taking things slowly?”
“I think you’re rubbing off on me,” I giggled as the car came to a stop.
“I can think of something I’d like to rub against you,” he murmured, his voice full of sudden need. A need for me.
“Then we better get to the suite quickly, wouldn’t you agree?” I grinned, moving to expose my leg as the material slipped off my thigh.
“Fuck, thigh highs? You know what they do to me,” he snarled, trying to compose himself.
“I remember your desk in New York very well. Why do you think I wore these?” I teased, stepping out of the car after the driver opened the door.
“Get those thigh highs and that sexy body of yours to my suite—now,” he threatened, stalking me into the lobby.
My heart was racing as I rushed into the elevator. Luckily, some people got in with us. Oliver’s gaze was so predatory, I was sure he’d have made his attack if we’d be alone. He moved behind me, pulling me against him. The suite was on the top floor, so we had a lot of levels to go.
I smiled to myself, feeling his hand graze over my backside. He had about as much control as I did. As I felt his hand creep inside the slit on my dress, I held my breath. Jeez, there were four other people in this elevator. Couldn’t he wait a few minutes?
“Mmm…so sexy,” he purred into my ear, his fingertips skimming over the top of one of my stockings. I elbowed him playfully in the ribs, trying to move his hand. Shy Jade wouldn’t tolerate this kind of behavior. I wondered what he would think if he knew the real me would let me fuck me right here with everyone watching? Would that be too much for him? Was he even the kind of guy who could handle a hellcat like that? Oh, he could handle the real you and you know it! But would he want to handle the real me? I was snapped out of my thoughts as his hand suddenly slipped inside my panties. Oh, his fingers brushing against my clit felt so good, but before I could start to enjoy the feeling, he removed his hand. Damn him! I turned my head to pout, wishing I hadn’t as I saw him tasting me, licking his finger clean with his talented tongue. You fell right into that one, Jade. I had to admit, that was my favorite Oliver trait.
“Oh, God,” I whimpered, turning away. A few people glanced back at me, frowning.
“You taste so good,” he purred into my ear so only I could hear. “I can’t wait to taste it from the source with my tongue.” Jesus Christ! How many floors did we have to go? I looked at the panel of lights. Ten more floors? You have got to be joking! I could hardly stand. “Would you like that?”
“Yes,” I panted a little too loudly, making everyone turn around to look at us. Luckily, most of the people got out at the next stop. There was only one old man left.
Oliver was making slow circles on my back, and it was sending tremors of pleasure all over my body. This was the slowest elevator ride in history. One stop before ours, the old guy got off. The moment the elevator doors closed, Oliver pounced, lifting me up by my ass, crashing his lips against mine.
“Finally,” he snarled as the elevator opened at our floor.
With me still in his arms, he walked to our suite, opening the door quickly before attacking my neck with his lips, kissing and nipping.
“Oliver, I’m burning for you,” I cried out as his hands began to undo my dress the moment the door closed.
“I’m working on those layers now, Beautiful. Hold on,” he cooed, slipping the dress off my body. I stood before him in a white lace bodice and my thigh highs. His eyes looked half crazed as he ran them over my whole body. “Go and lie on my bed right now,” he ordered. I frowned. Wasn’t he joining me? “I’ll be there in a minute. I just need to get something.”
“O…kay,” I muttered, acting nervous. “Should I be worried?”
“You’ll like this, trust me,” he winked, darting off into the living area. What was he planning?
I did as he asked and made my way into the bedroom, taking my shoes off before lying on the bed to wait for him.
He came back in moments later with his shirt undone and his slacks partly open. I was so distracted by his fine body, I didn’t notice what was in his hand at first. An ice bucket? Oh, ice! Yes, please!
“I thought we could have a little fun with this,” he smirked, placing the bucket on the nightstand before stripping in front of me. All I could do was stare. He was a masterpiece—every single inch of him. “Now, the question is, where do I start?” he mused, stroking his chin. He had slight stubble and I couldn’t wait to feel it grazing my thighs.
“I think you should start at the bottom and work your way up,” I giggled, stretching my arms out above my head.
“Do you, now?” He moved toward the bottom of the bed like a lion stalking its prey. My heart was beating so fast I could hear it. Oliver finally moved onto the bed, taking my right leg in his hands. Running his fingers all the way to the top, he stopped at my stocking and slowly rolled it down my leg. “As much as I love these, they have to go,” he winked, repeating the same process with my left leg.
Once his fingertips had explored every inch of my legs, he lifted me up, unhooked my bodice, and pulled it from my body in one swift movement. Even the way he undressed me made moisture pool between my legs. He was so gentle and loving, yet I could feel the desire for me ripple through his body as he touched me. “Are you read
y for a little ice?” he whispered, his thumbs slowly stroking my hardening nipples.
“Yes,” I yearned, arching up to push my breasts further into his hands. He palmed them, gripping roughly for a few short moments before releasing them to collect some ice from the bucket.
He started at my neck, slowly running the ice cube down toward my collarbone. I was already squirming, trying to hold my legs together. The cold trail he left was making every nerve ending in my body feel like a live wire.
“Do you like that?” he whispered, moving the cube lower, gently running it over the top of my breast. My nipples seemed to harden even more just at the thought of ice on them. I nodded my head frantically as he ran it over my right nipple. When he rolled the ice over my hardened skin, making small circles, I hissed at the coldness. “You haven’t felt anything yet,” he purred, moving to suck my cold nipple into his mouth. I was lost is a blissful, torturous pleasure. The feeling of his warm tongue lapping across my nipple sent sparks right toward my center. I was aching for him.
“Fuck, Oliver,” I moaned as he ran the ice over my other nipple, still attacking the first with his mouth. If he continued, I was going to climax and he hadn’t even been anywhere near my sex yet.
“Just feel it, Baby. I want you really wet—ready for my cock.” Once he was satisfied with my nipples, he stretched to get another ice cube. “You’ve melted the other one,” he chuckled.
“It is really hot in here,” I panted, fanning myself. I really was burning up.
“It’s going to get hotter,” he winked, running the ice cube over my ribcage and then down my stomach. He hooked his fingers into my lace panties, pulling them away from my body.
I was ready to combust. No more ice. I just needed his cock inside me! That was until he began to run the ice along the inside of my thigh. Oliver was right in between my legs, and when he suddenly ran the ice through my slick folds, I gripped the sheets behind me. “Have you ever been fucked with an ice cube before?” Holy shit! Fucked with an ice cube?