Quid Pro Quo

by Rivera, Roxie

  Table of Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  LEGAL BRIEFS EXCERPT

  ROXIE'S BACKLIST

  ABOUT ROXIE

  Quid Pro Quo

  Copyright © 2012 by Roxie Rivera

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author except in the case of brief quotation embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  QUID PRO QUO

  ROXIE RIVERA

  CHAPTER ONE

  "I need money, Greg."

  His gaze jumped from his laptop screen to my face. Surprise brightened his face. He blinked a few times. "How the hell did you get in here?"

  I flashed the house key he'd given me a few months ago. "I rang the doorbell, like, five times but you didn't answer."

  "Sorry." He sighed loudly, sat back and wiped a hand down his face "I've been mentally replaying the call from this afternoon and checking the transcripts."

  I stepped into his home office and noticed he still wore his all-black uniform. The harsh-looking material and military style lent an intimidating air to Greg. Apparently his latest SWAT shift hadn't gone well. I'd learned to recognize that haggard, pained look on his face as the one he often wore when calls went south. It wasn't an easy job, that's for sure.

  "Bad call?" I walked behind his desk and leaned back against it. I didn't miss the way his gaze zeroed in on my bare legs and the taut, slim-fitting cut of my too-short skirt.

  He didn't answer the question. Instead, he frowned and gestured to my skirt. "That's too short, Nez."

  "I don't like it any more than you do but it's the uniform all the waitresses wear."

  "I don't like you working at that place. It's dangerous and the clientele is low-rent."

  My lips twitched with amusement. Greg had been looking out for me since I was thirteen. He'd made the mistake of dating my nutjob mother for a couple of weeks. She'd tried to pull her usual con on him but he'd been too smart. One morning a few weeks after they'd stopped seeing one another, I'd woken up in our crappy little apartment to discover she'd split. Next thing I knew I was in Houston's foster care system. Not exactly a great place to be but not as bad as living with my erratic mother, all things considered.

  Greg had made a point of getting to know my social worker and had kept an eye on me as I bounced from house to house and group home to group home. I'd taken heart in the knowledge that I always had someone to trust and turn to if things got ugly. He'd never failed me. That's why I'd come to him tonight.

  "Well you don't have to worry about me working there anymore." I rubbed the back of my neck and sighed. "I got fired tonight."

  His brow furrowed. "Fired? For what?"

  "For punching some jackass who thought it was okay to stick his hand up my skirt," I explained matter-of-factly.

  "What?" Rage filled his voice. "One of those low-life scum bags touched you?"

  "Only once," I replied. "Believe me. He paid for it."

  Greg's gaze fell to my left hand. He picked it up and gazed at my swollen, bruised knuckles. "You need to ice this."

  "I did on the bus." I waited for him to start in on me riding the bus this late at night but he didn't. He surprised me by lightly tracing the bruised ridges of my hand. The soft touch made my belly flutter. I'd tried to convince myself that my attraction to Greg was some kind of hero worship but deep down inside I knew it was so much more than that.

  But he was nearly forty years old and I was just nineteen. He was a decorated SWAT cop. I was an art student. We were two different people in two different worlds. We could be friends but I couldn't see how it could ever be more than that.

  Greg's gaze slid from my hand to my face. I spotted the flash of lust there. I'd inherited my mother's bedroom eyes and curves so I'd learned to recognize that spark of interest at an early age. To stay safe, I'd figured out how to read men and anticipate their moves.

  It wasn't the first time Greg had looked at me like that. A few months ago, on my birthday, he'd taken me out for dinner. I'd worn this sexy little black dress and killer heels. I think it was the first time he'd ever seen me as a young woman and not some abandoned kid he'd needed to look after and protect. It must have been a startling revelation for him.

  After that dinner, he'd been scarce for a week or two. I figured he'd felt weird about lusting after me. When he'd called me again to check up on me, I'd just assumed he'd dealt with his unwanted feelings and moved on from them. Now, I wasn't so sure.

  It shouldn't have excited me so much but it did. His warm, rough hand clasped mine. He gave it a gentle squeeze. "I think we need to talk."

  I swallowed hard and stared down at him. "Okay."

  "I know you waitressed in that club because the money was good but I won't have you degrading yourself in a place like that anymore."

  "Degrading myself? It wasn't a strip joint, Greg. It was just a night club."

  "With a clientele of drug dealers and gang bangers," he shot back. With a shake of his head, he continued, "If you want to get a job, find one in a coffee shop or some other place where you can keep most of your clothes on, Nez."

  I rolled my eyes. "Do you think I haven't already applied to places like that? The job market sucks, Greg. My class schedule doesn't make things easy. Everyone under twenty-five wants a job with the same hours I need."

  "Then we come up with some kind of alternative."

  I arched my eyebrows. "We?"

  He nodded. "I promised I'd look after you, Nez. I let you take that job at the club because I didn't think it was my place to make decisions for you. You're a grown woman."

  "Yes, I am." I bristled with annoyance as I waited for the inevitable lecture.

  "I should have stepped in to protect you and guide you. I'm sorry that I failed you."

  I hadn't been expecting that. "What? You didn't fail me, Greg. You've never failed me. You've always been there for me."

  "Let me be there for you now."

  "How?"

  "Move in here with me. You can live here while you go to school. That will alleviate most of your money issues, won't it?"

  "Maybe." Rent was my largest expense. I'd done dorm living that first year and had nearly lost my mind. My roommate had been a straight-up psycho. Without a car, I had to be close to the university and safe housing in that area wasn't cheap. I was living in a studio right now in the most rundown but safe complex I could find. Most nights I slept with the lights on because of the bugs. It wasn't exactly a dream situation.

  "So what do you say?"

  I still reeled with shock at his offer. "You really want me to move in here?"

  "I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want you here."

  "Why?"

  He laughed. "Why not?"

  I shrugged. "I'm not the easiest person to live with, Greg. I've got some quirks you might not like."

  "We've all got quirks, Nez. It's what makes us interesting."

  I stared at our joined hands. "How much for my part of the rent?"

  "What?" He shook his head. "No rent, Nez."

  "No, I can't live here for free, Greg. I have to pull my weight."

  "We'll figure out a trade or something. You can do laundry or cook or something."

  I wrinkled my nose. "I can't cook and I hate housework."

  "You can't cook?" He seemed surprised.

  "I can scramble an egg and m
ake toast and microwave the hell out of things but real cooking? No. Mom never cooked and I practically lived off of instant noodles and PB&J sandwiches as a little kid. Foster care wasn't much better. I never lived anywhere long enough to get comfortable in a kitchen."

  His hand touched my bare knee. Electric zings traveled up my thigh at his gentle touch. "I'll teach you to cook. It's a skill you need to learn."

  My belly quivered as he caressed my bare skin. "I'd like you to teach me."

  "I can teach you a lot of things, Nez. You just have to ask."

  I licked my lips as his fingertips left a blazing trail on my thigh. There was no mistaking the double entendre. "It's not really a fair trade if you don't get something out of it, Greg."

  He held my gaze, his eyes dark with lust and need. "What do you have to offer me, Nez?"

  My belly flip-flopped. Desire bubbled in my core, the bright fizziness of lust spreading up into my chest. I realized this was my chance. How many nights had I fantasized about Greg? How many nights had I played with my pussy and rubbed my clit while imaging Greg's cock inside me?

  Fingers trembling, I grasped his hand and widened my thighs. I slid his hand along my inner thigh until his fingertips touched the silky fabric of my panties. "How about a tight, teen pussy that's only been fucked once?"

  Greg's nostrils flared as his lust overwhelmed him. "I'd say that's an offer I can't refuse."

  I squeaked when his fingertips traveled along the seam of my pussy. The thin sheaf of fabric separating my hot skin from his only heightened the experience.

  "Are you sure?" Greg eyed me carefully. "Once we start this, I'm going to want all of you, Nez."

  "I don't want you to stop." I grasped his other hand and brought it to my breast. My nipples were so hard they buzzed and throbbed. He cupped me through my shirt and bra. "Fuck me, Greg. Right here. Right now."

  With a growl, he shot out of his seat. He clasped my face in his hands and captured my mouth in a punishing kiss. Breathless and shaking, I clutched at his shirt and held on for dear life. His tongue stabbed between my lips and swiped mine. I moaned and welcomed his searching tongue.

  His hands roamed my body. I reveled in the erotic sensation of his big, strong paws moving over my curves. He touched me like a man. There was no fumbling or hesitation. He knew exactly what he wanted and he was going to take it.

  "Oh!" I cried out when his lips dropped to the curve of my neck. His fingers tangled in the loose waves of my hair. He tugged hard and tilted my head to the side, baring my neck to his nipping and licking. My knees wobbled and threatened to buckle when he sucked a sensitive spot there. "Greg!"

  He groaned against my skin, the sound so needy and desperate it left me trembling. I realized just how long he'd been fighting his desire for me. How he'd kept it under control and behaved so honorably toward me I'd never know. It proved to me just how good a man he truly was.

  I gasped as Greg pushed on my shoulders and forced me flat onto my back atop his desk. He kicked aside his chair and fell to his knees. Eyes wide, I lifted up on my elbows and stared at him. He grabbed the hem of my skirt and shoved it up around my waist. I lifted my butt to help him push the black fabric out of the way. He wasted no time grasping my panties and jerking them down my thighs. My shiny red pumps fell to the floor. My panties quickly followed. I expected him to unzip his tactical pants but he stunned me by clasping my inner thighs and shoving them wide apart.

  "Put your feet on the desk," he ordered, his voice gruff.

  I hastily complied. "What are you doing?"

  "What do you think I'm going to do?"

  My face burned with embarrassment. I cupped the bare lips of my pussy. "You don't have to do that."

  He gazed up at me in confusion. "Has anyone ever licked your pussy, Nez?"

  I gulped but whispered, "No."

  "I've dreamed about this," he admitted, his voice now husky. "I dreamed about pushing you down on my desk, ripping off your panties and eating your juicy cunt."

  I inhaled a sharp breath at his frank description. He parted me with his fingertips, revealing every inch of my pink, delicate flesh. His fingertip circled my clit. My lips parted and I panted as he tormented me with his exploring fingers.

  When his tongue flicked my clit, I fell back against the desk. I grabbed a fistful of my shirt and held tight. "Oh, god!"

  He chuckled softly and continued to swirl his tongue over my swollen bud. It was better than anything I'd imagined. It felt so different than having a finger circling my clit. His tongue was wet and pliable but firm. He lightly sucked on my clit and I saw stars. "Ah!"

  He hummed with appreciation and continued to lavish my pussy with oral attention. His tongue slid between my wet pussy lips and dipped inside me. I hissed at the sudden invasion of his tongue. It wiggled inside me and then fucked me slowly. My hands smacked at the desktop and scattered papers and folders as I bucked and rocked against his mouth. "Oh! Greg! Greg!"

  Groaning with hunger, he returned to my clit. He lapped at the pink pearl until my thighs trembled. My toes curled against the cool wooden desktop. My breaths grew shallow and fast as that panicky shudder rocked my lower belly. My clit throbbed beneath his flicking tongue. Any second now I would come.

  His name fell from my lips as I chased my climax. "Greg. Greg. Gr-Greg!"

  I shattered into a million pieces. The explosion of pure bliss knocked the air right out of my lungs. I undulated wildly and slapped at the desk. Greg gripped my inner thighs and held me wide open for his sensual assault. "Oh! Fuck! No. No. No."

  I couldn't take it. It was too much. His tongue lashed my pulsing clit even as my orgasm faded. Still, he didn't let up. He seemed intent on forcing me into a second climax. He slurped my clit between his lips and rubbed his tongue over the bud.

  One of his thick fingers penetrated me and I gasped. A second finger soon joined that one. My pussy was so wet now. I was making a mess of his desk with my slick juice. His fingers entered me easily, my slippery nectar helping them glide in and out of my channel.

  He curved his fingers inside me as he fucked me with them. I cried out when he found my g-spot. He made sure to pump his fingertips against it. His tongue fluttered over my clit. Not sure what else to do I slid my hand over the back of his held and gripped the desk with my other hand. I held on tight for the wild ride.

  "Greg! I—ah! Ah!" I came hard as his fingers and tongue tortured me. He ate my pussy like a starving man. My shrieks of pleasure ricocheted off the walls of his office. I just hoped he didn't have nosy neighbors who would call in and report us for disturbing the peace. "Please! Oh! No more! Ah. Please!"

  When he finally showed mercy, I slumped back against the desk and tried to catch my breath. My whole body vibrated and pulsed. He caressed my calves and wiped his mouth against my inner thigh. I let my palm glide over his close-cropped dark hair.

  "I think we should move this upstairs," Greg suggested.

  Upstairs? His bed? If he made me feel this good eating my pussy on his desk, I couldn't wait to get into his bed!

  CHAPTER TWO

  Greg led me upstairs to his bedroom. This was a floor of his house I'd never seen. The few times I'd come over for a barbecue or whatever, I'd always stayed downstairs. His home was simply furnished with nice, handmade furniture and neutral colors. It wasn't the route I would have chosen but it definitely reflected Greg's tastes. Simple. Easy. Natural. Casual.

  The master bedroom looked bigger than my cramped studio apartment. The massive king-sized bed was a huge improvement over the lumpy secondhand futon I'd been crashing on for the last few weeks. I bet I wouldn't wake up with a sore back and aching neck after a night in Greg's bed. Of course, I might end up with a sore something else…

  He grasped my hand and tugged me into the bathroom. I instantly fell in love with the old-school black and white honeycomb tile. "Oh my gosh! This is so beautiful."

  Greg smiled as my hand glided over the exquisite tiling. "I saved it during the renovation
. I should have known you'd appreciate it."

  "I love mixing with old with new."

  Greg snorted as he reached into the walk-in shower and spun the knobs on the faucet. "I guess that's a good thing considering I'm nearly twice your age."

  I blanched at the faux pas. "I didn’t mean—"

  Greg cut me off with a wave of his hand and that boyish, playful grin. "I was just messing with you."

  Wondering if there wasn't a little bit of truth to his remark, I remarked, "I don't mind the age thing, Greg. It's okay. Honestly, I'm probably wired to gravitate toward an older, more stable man. After the hell that was my childhood, I mean."

  Greg slid his arms around my waist and kissed me tenderly. "Let me take care of you, Nez."

  I stared into his honest brown eyes. My erratic childhood had taught me never to trust or rely on anyone but myself. If anyone had a chance of breaking through those walls of protection I'd built around myself, it was Greg. So far, he'd never done me dirty. He'd always been there for me, even in the most inconvenient of times.

  "I'm afraid," I admitted finally. "Being taken care of by you is the most appealing offer I've ever had in my life, Greg. Really. You can't even imagine what it feels like for me to hear you offer that. No one has ever really wanted me or looked after me."

  He brushed some loose strands of hair behind my ear. Somberly, he said, "I know, Nez. I know it wasn't easy for you. That's the past, though. Let's leave that behind and try something new. Let me take care of you."

  I gulped down my fear and nodded. "All right."

  His mouth curved in a smile. "Great."

  Our lips met in a gentle kiss. This was nothing like the ravenous attack downstairs in his office. Greg took his time as he nibbled my lower lip and teased me with his tongue. Ever so slowly, he undressed me. His fingers flicked through the shimmery white buttons on my low-cut blouse and tugged down the zipper on my skirt. He peeled my clothing off of my body.

  Naked and trembling, I stood before him. His hungry gaze roamed my curves. A shiver coursed up my spine as his rough, callused palms grazed my breasts and my belly. He palmed my breasts and brushed his thumbs across my nipples, the darker, rosier skin drawing tight to stiff peaks.