But Jeff says nothing. It seems like my mind is the one doing all the talking.
His eyes are dark with lust, but there’s an amused twinkle in the depths. He starts unbuttoning his shirt, never breaking his gaze. My breath hitches as he slides it off. Those abs. Jesus, they’re amazing. I want to touch. I need to feel. My fingers twitch for a chance to trace the outline. His fingers move to his belt buckle, the muscles in his biceps flexing as he unfastens the belt and pulls it off.
Breathing is just about impossible at this point. This man, that body, fuck the consequences. I need this. Isn’t alcohol supposed to silence the stupid voices? Make me do things that I know I shouldn’t, but that will feel so good I don’t care?
Nothing. No response. My brain has finally turned to mush. Everything is muted. Finally.
“Do you want to make that call now?” The corners of his lips turn upward as he unhooks his pants, so slowly and deliberately. He’s making me crazy right now. And I’m pretty sure he loves watching me watching him. Sick fuck.
Screw it. “No!” I launch myself against him once again, attacking his mouth while his fingers work the zipper of my dress. He slides the straps off my shoulders, never breaking the spell that has me so captivated, and pushes it to the floor, where it pools at my feet. I step out of the dress, but I leave on the heels. Every guy wants to fuck a woman in heels and nothing else. His warm hands massage the places that have been neglected for far too long, and my legs turn to Jell-O. He unhooks my strapless bra with the flick of his fingers, letting it fall to the floor. I gasp when the cool air hits my bare breasts. Then the moaning starts, and dammit if I can help it.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Ariana,” he growls, flicking one of my nipples, the motion firing every single nerve. I all but lose it from his hands alone. Holy crap. Then those delicious lips move away from mine, leaving me desperate for air from a kiss so deep, so long, so needy, that it ruins me for any other. Yes, it was that intense, and no, I’m not exaggerating. Buzzed as I am, I will remember every dirty, salacious detail, and will replay them all over and over and over.
He dips his head, taking my breast into his mouth, his tongue and teeth working the taut pink bud. It’s gentle at first, but then it gets more harsh. And it makes me wet, so damned wet. Nipple play is definitely a hot button for me. My knees buckle as he kneads my flesh with those strong hands, and then his mouth is on a determined path to something definitively more naughty. My stomach clenches. He lowers himself to his knees, looping his fingers into the elastic G-string and pulls it away from my body. His tongue scorches a path to my abdomen and then beyond.
I rake my fingers through his hair, gripping tightly as his tongue teases my slit, probing the soft folds. My chest heaves as breaths come fast and furious. He nips my clit with his teeth then follows with long strokes that have me ready to collapse on the carpet, writhing with shockwaves coursing through my body. All from the sensations that his masterful tongue has stirred up inside of me.
My heart flutters. Holy fuck, this can only get better.
I press his head against me, my hands urging him to probe deeper. And he takes direction well, very well.
This is wrong. So wrong.
His tongue flicks my now-swollen clit, hands gripping my ass cheeks for leverage. He digs his fingertips into my flesh, making me yelp. Stroking and suckling, the alternating motions making my toes curl inside my heels. I grab his shoulders to steady myself, my body shuddering from the tingles that have since morphed into full-on shock waves crashing over me.
“Oh my God, Jeff,” I whimper.
He wraps his arms around my waist, trailing his fingers up my torso. He rises slowly, still holding me close. “I want you, Ariana.” One hand creeps back down to my quivering pussy and he plunges into me with two thick fingers, eliciting a loud gasp from me. “I want this. Now.” A seductive smirk lifts his lips. “And don’t take off those shoes.”
I nod, breathless, scared, and excited all at the same time. I push his pants and boxers to his ankles and he kicks them away. His cock is hard as an iron fucking rod and so thick, I’m afraid he might split me like a log. Not that I’m complaining. I swallow hard and lick the palm of my hand before gripping him, working his dick with long, hard strokes. Jesus, it turns out he wasn’t even fully hard before. I bite my lip to keep from crying out with glee.
Oh, the anticipation.
“You’re so fucking bad,” he murmurs against my ear, still finger fucking me. “I’m gonna fuck you like the bad girl you are. And I know you want me to. You’re so wet. I think you like being a bad girl. Yeah, you do. I can feel it every time I press into you. I want to feel you all over my dick.”
I’ve never been so turned on. I don’t usually handle the dirty talk too well. Maybe because the tools I’ve been with have never done it right. They sure as hell never made me this aroused from the promise of what’s to come…namely, me.
But Jeff is a fucking pro, and he can feel the impact he’s having on my body. He knows just how to press my buttons; buttons I didn’t even know I had.
I drop to my knees because my legs are just about to give out. I squeeze his dick and stroke it once more before taking it into my mouth. He lets out a low growl, his fingers tangled in my hair, thrusting into my mouth. He’s so big, he hits the back of my throat without too much movement. My gag reflex kicks in, but I squeeze my eyes shut. I need to taste him, need to feel his cock throb as I suck it…just for a minute, before he plunges inside of me and destroys the chances that any poor suckers in the future have with me.
I drag my tongue up and down the shaft, cupping his balls with one hand, gripping his ass with the other. But Jeff doesn’t want my mouth anymore.
His fingers move from the back of my head and tighten around my shoulders, urging me upward. His cock slips from my swollen lips and I rise to meet his gaze; the one that incinerates my insides. My heart hammers against my ribcage, and my pussy throbs. I can’t wait another second, or I might spontaneously combust right here. And that would be a travesty because I wouldn’t get to experience what’s sure to be the most amazing lay of my entire life, past and future.
He reaches over for his overnight bag and fumbles around, pulling out a condom. Tearing off a corner with his teeth, he takes it out and rolls it onto his dick. I bite my lower lip. I know this whole show has taken about five seconds, but it feels like hours are creeping by before his body is plastered against mine again.
I want to sing with joy when he eases me back onto the plush mattress, his lips so soft and sensual. His hand reaches around my torso, caressing the small of my back as he pushes into me, inch by glorious inch. Oh.My.God. His perfect cock fills my pussy, stretching me, forcing me to take him all in. I clamp my muscles, pulling him deeper, and he lets out a low groan against my hair.
Each thrust comes miraculously closer and closer to my spot. His lips are back on my neck, teasing the area behind my ear that drives me insane. My chest heaves against him, and I squeeze with all my might. I never want this to end, but I am desperate, so desperate for release. Our bodies rock against each other in perfect rhythm, both of us close to the edge. His fingers press into my hips as the movements intensify. And that’s when the magic happens…the point where I can’t remember my own name or what planet I live on, when my mind becomes a blank canvas splashed with vibrant colors, and blinding streams of white light flash across my eyes. My body shakes as the tingling that began in the pit of my belly erupts into an unparalleled explosion, firing into every single nerve ending. I’ve never felt more alive in my life.
Nor have I ever been so fucked, figuratively and literally.
Chapter Twenty
JEFF
Ariana snuggles into my chest, breathing deep and even. I’d been tempted to wake her when I finally recovered, but she looked so peaceful, I couldn’t. I have no need for anything like Viagra, but sometimes, I’d like to be able to rebound within less than three hours.
My iPhone buzzes
on the nightstand with an incoming text. I grab it without moving so I don’t disturb her. It’s from Kegs. My brain is still heavy from the night before, and it’s taking a little longer to process. Jesus, what this woman does to me.
I squint at the screen, trying to process the code words. Motherfucker. Something’s happened. There’s activity, but they can’t track specifics because Ollie fucked up the surveillance.
I let out a deep sigh. This isn’t the first text he sent. There are others from last night, trying to find me, panicking about the plans. Why does this always happen? I let myself get consumed in shit that I know will compromise my ability to think, and then I miss shit because my focus is off. It’s what landed my ass in prison, and what’s going to make this scheme crumble before we can even start. Once Conlon makes his move, we have to be ready, or else we miss our window.
I missed mine once. I don’t intend to let it slam down on the fingers of one hand while I hold my dick in my other one. I need to be prepared. The innocent people who’ve been screwed by him and his criminal associates deserve payback. It’s been far too long. They deserve justice.
Just like I do.
I wasn’t fast enough the first time around when I was with the Bureau. I got anxious and acted too quickly, and they scattered like the cockroaches they are. But I couldn’t let it go, even after I’d been fired. I neglected my family when they needed me most to hunt a personal demon. I went in deep and gained Conlon’s trust, or so I thought. He’d committed countless instances of fraud through the years, collecting money from unsuspecting companies and pouring it into Hollywood to launder it. I needed proof to clear my name, but that slimy bastard knew who I was, even with my cover. I never had a chance against him. And after sitting around in a gray concrete cell for five years with my thumb up my ass, I’m going to make sure the world knows what crimes he’s committed. I’m going to watch his investment company implode, and then celebrate every single movie project that goes up in smoke because they’re all financed using dirty money that wasn’t his to invest in the first place.
I can feel Ariana’s warm breath against my skin, and it makes my head fuzzy with lust. It seems like those are the two extremes I experience these days – blinding anger and raging desire. Not that I know how to handle the latter. She’s Damon’s future sister-in-law, for Christ’s sake. She could be my kid, and I just fucked her within an inch of her life. That’s sick.
My cock twitches. Sick, yes, but worth every toe-curling second. The arms she has snaked around me tighten and her breathing becomes shallow. If that hand could just move a little bit lower and to the right—
It’s bad enough I’ve roped her and her client into this whole sting operation. Sex was never part of my plan. Sure, I’d fantasized enough about it to feel like I’d already plugged her, but now that it’s happened, my reality just became a little more bleak. It can’t go further than this room. Her father would probably pummel me into the ground for what I did to his daughter; although, it looks like the tight blonde piece he’s toting around can’t be much older.
I need to get back on my game. This is why fucking during jobs is a bad thing. It makes me think and feel all kinds of shit that take up precious space in my mind; space that needs to be reserved for details. If one detail gets missed, the whole plan gets decimated. And if that happens, I won’t have to worry about prison. Kegs and Rand will kill me first.
“Mmm.” Ariana murmurs, the vibration making my skin prickle.
This can’t happen. It has to be over. One more meeting to deliver the instructions to Scarlet, and we’re done. I’ll see her one more time at the wedding, and we’ll part ways. Period. No questions asked, no lingering feelings.
Her eyes flutter open and she rolls onto her elbows. I’m immediately lost in the deep, dark depths of her gaze. And I really don’t want a lifeline. I rake a hand through my hair and manage a half-hearted smile because I have to convince myself that this woman doesn’t mean dick to me. Even thinking that makes my chest tighten.
Because it’s bullshit.
“Sleep well?” The sound is muffled because she’s holding up the sheet against her mouth.
“Yeah.” Except for the hours I obsessed about being inside of you again.
“Me, too.” Her nose crinkles and I know she’s smiling behind the sheet. “Maybe we can do it again. Check out isn’t for a little while.”
It can’t happen again…last night was a one-time thing…Conlon is about to act, and the team needs me…
I can come up with excuse after excuse. None of them make me feel better about walking away, no matter how true they are.
But luckily, I don’t need to utter a single word. Her phone blares from her purse on the nightstand, and she rolls over to grab it. It must be a text, since she doesn’t answer, but whatever it is erases all possibilities for morning sex. She twists around to look at me – it’s an odd look, almost like regret or remorse.
“I’m so sorry. Something’s come up and I need to leave.” She runs a hand through her tousled waves, averting her eyes.
Looks like I don’t need to make an excuse after all. Seems like she’s already taken care of that part, and based on the way she’s looking in every direction but mine, it’s pretty damned obvious it has everything to do with me.
Chapter Twenty-One
ARIANA
How fucking stupid can I be? This gives sleeping with the enemy a whole new meaning. I’ve never gotten dressed so fast in my life, avoiding even a second of eye contact with Jeff, who just watches me. It’s the only way to make sure I don’t launch myself at him again, before this whole thing snowballs to the point where I end up buried in the avalanche.
There’s no time to grab my bags and check out of the hotel. I have what I need for now. I hurry out of the hotel, looking like a complete skank with my makeup smudged and my previously done hair looking like I’ve just been screwed against a wall. I pull out a pocket mirror and peer into it, stifling a groan. I rub at the eyeliner below my eyes, creating a makeshift smoky eye. I grab my lip liner and reapply it, along with some pink gloss. A few fluffs of my hair, and I’m back to somewhat presentable.
The valet pulls up in front of me. I hand him a ten and jump into the driver’s seat, peeling out of the driveway. I try to calm my pulse with a few deep breaths. This is not the way things were supposed to happen. Ending up in bed with Jeff puts everything in jeopardy, including his livelihood. Goddamn champagne.
Twenty minutes later, I turn off the main road and head past wrought iron gates into an estate set back into the Calabasas Hills. My phone has pinged at least five different times since I’ve been driving, but I don’t want to look. I’m afraid to see who the texts are from, and what they’re about to tell me.
I have enough to deal with right now, and I need answers, or else we’re all fucked.
I grab a black jacket from the backseat to minimize my semi-whorish appearance and open the car door. I tiptoe over the cobblestone path to the massive front entrance. I stab the doorbell and chomp the inside of my mouth. Keep it cool, Ari. You know what you need to find out. Get the information and get the hell out of here.
The door opens and I’m greeted by the grim face of one Trey Conlon.
“Ariana, I’ve been waiting for you. Please, come in. We have a lot to discuss.”
I nod and step through the archway. “Of course.”
The door slams behind me, and for one tiny second, panic consumes my mind. Does he know? Was he watching? Am I still safe?
“I like your outfit choice. I hope it’s in response to the many requests I’ve made to fuck you senseless against my desk.”
I manage a tight smile. “Actually, I have an event early this afternoon, and there wasn’t time to run home and change.”
Trey just stares at me, and a shiver slithers down my spine as his eyes slowly rake over me. I could seriously throw up right here in the foyer, especially since his wife and kids may be somewhere in the vicinity.
> I put my hand on my hips and flip my hair over my shoulders. “So, you said you had some information for me.”
He folds his arms over his chest and leers directly at me. In my heels, I’m actually his height. He’s short and stocky, and while he isn’t completely unattractive, his disgusting innuendos make my skin crawl.
“Let’s go inside. I want to make sure we’re alone.”
As if. If he really were the ruthless businessman that he claims to be, he’d know that’s never true. But that will eventually be the cause of his demise.
My heels click on the terracotta floor tiles. This place is really one of the most luxurious that I’ve seen. Too bad every square inch of it was paid for with dirty money; money that in a very short time will be half-mine.
He leads me into a wide, airy room with brightly colored works of art arranged in a mural over the walls. Real? Yeah, I’d say so. Fucking A. People worked long and hard so those paintings could live here. The curtains are all open, allowing natural sunlight to flood the room, reflecting off the shiny light colored marble accents.
He rounds the desk in the center of the room and sinks into his fancy ergonomic chair. There are some papers on it that he shuffles through, until he locates a specific folder. One with my name on it. He picks it up, dangling it in front of me. “In a week, everything will be taken care of, Ariana.”
“Tell me again how it will happen.” I shift in the chair opposite him. “I need to make sure you have everything covered.”
“You don’t trust me?”
I force my lips into a fake smile. “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be sitting here right now. But I think we both know if word of my involvement gets out, I’ll be soliciting my body on Hollywood Boulevard.”
“You’d never fit in down there, Ari. You’re much too classy to be in that crowd. This ain’t Pretty Woman.”
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