Operation G-Spot

by Jodi Lynn Copeland

  Christ, he hardened now with the memory.

  Adjusting his erection under the table, he observed, “She seems more Kim’s type.”

  Cai barked out a laugh. “As if Kim would be caught dead with another woman. She’s practically a virgin, for chrissakes. Kristi, now she has potential, but something tells me she doesn’t want anyone to know about it. You enjoyed sleeping with her. Who wouldn’t enjoy licking all that creamy white flesh, lapping at her hot, wet pussy until she’s coming all over your face?” She shivered. “I could climax just thinking about it. But I’m not going to climax—you are. I need you to do Kristi for me again, Spence. This time when she’s sober.” Batting thick, black lashes, she leaned forward so that her cleavage pressed together and risked popping the metal ring. “For me.”

  Spencer’s cock throbbed, not over Cai’s behavior—he’d known her too long to feel anything but friendship toward her. It was the image of Kristi, with her legs spread wide and another woman licking her pussy that had his body humming with arousal. As much as the idea excited him, he could never see Kristi allowing it to happen. “I don’t get it. You want me to screw some chick to convince her that she’s bisexual?”

  “I don’t think she’s bi. I just think she has a lot of untapped potential of the sexual variety. Kim and I noticed how hesitant she was about signing a contract with Wild Honey—she turned red when I started stroking a dildo in front of her. If she hadn’t gotten hammered the other night, she might not have gone through on things at all.” Her expression became the serious face of the owner of a company that had something to lose. “We won’t have her backing out because she has some complex about being associated with sex. I need you to show her how good getting dirty can be.”

  The way Cai described Kristi fit with the woman he’d met the other morning. What didn’t jive is what Kristi was doing working with Wild Honey. “What’s the contract for?”

  “To exclusively carry her product line. She designs sex toys.”

  Spencer straightened in his chair with his surprise. “You’re kidding! She designs sex toys but is afraid to use them?”

  “Maybe. I don’t know. Do me this favor, Spence, and I promise to be a good girl and not add anything special to your drink again.”

  He snorted. “How kind of you.” He should call the request what it was—blackmail—and turn her down. He wouldn’t because he knew where the Ngos had come from, how hard they’d worked to make Wild Honey a success. If it was in his power to ensure Kristi stuck with the contract, he would do it. To have the career she did, she couldn’t be as sweet as he’d thought anyway. “All right. I’ll do it. But you damned sure better hold up your end of the bargain and keep your Tiger by the tail.”

  Cai groaned. “That might have been your worst joke yet.”

  “You deserve far worse than bad humor,” Spencer said darkly. He stood and gave her a playful pinch on the butt before starting toward the front.

  A nicely rounded strawberry blonde dressed in casual slacks and a knit top caught his attention midway to the stage. Kristi. The woman turned, and he shook his head and kept walking. Not Kristi. But the telling twitch of his cock made it clear that when it was Kristi in his presence, he’d enjoy carrying out Cai’s request to the fullest.

  Kristi cast a sidelong look at Jack. His big hands cradled the steering wheel of the Caprice, and his attention lay fixed on the road unfolding ahead. He gave total dedication to driving. Just as he gave his all when it came to stripping.

  And to sex?

  Trying to force another memory, she took in his profile, the slight curl of his thick, raven hair. The bump in his nose. A full, sensual mouth with a tantalizing tongue—if that kiss he’d given her in Shenanigans’ parking lot was a sign. As exciting as the prospect was of that tongue and the secret joy she took in his imperfect nose, neither feature was the reason she’d chosen to invite him on a midweek getaway to her favorite B & B along the Washington coast. It was the fact that he seemed a gentleman. At least, much more so than Spencer.

  Jack didn’t seem the sort to mention their accidental ménage once she made it clear it wasn’t up for discussion. Spencer appeared the devilish type who would take great pleasure in teasing her with reminders. Of course, she could be entirely wrong about both guys, since all she knew for certain about either was the size of their package.

  Oy! What had she been thinking following Liz’s advice?

  I still can’t believe I’m doing this.

  Jack glanced over with a hesitant smile. “Despite what happened the other night, I don’t normally go on vacation with someone I’ve only known a few hours.”

  Oops. Had she spoken that last thought aloud? “Then why are you here?”

  “I have a thing for antiques. The way you described the Victorian bed-and-breakfast, I couldn’t resist.” His smile became a grin. “And you’re right about our chemistry—there was definitely something in that kiss.”

  Kristi invited him on this getaway with the understanding that it was to get to know each other better. When he grinned that way, so his lips parted just enough to show her a glimpse of his tongue, she wanted to get to know him better, all right. She wanted to order him to pull over to the side of the road and show her exactly what he could accomplish with a few strategically placed licks.

  Just in case he did turn out to be the keeper of the map to her G-spot—mmm, maybe he had it stored in the glove compartment even now—she wasn’t about to risk coming off as a mutt again. First, they would get to know each other; that he shared her passion for antiques was a great start. And then she would demand he show her his tongue technique. “I don’t normally think of strippers and antique-lovers as being one and the same.”

  He leveled a serious look at her. “I’m not a stripper. I’m a dancer. And it’s a part-time second job I’ll soon be leaving behind.”

  “I didn’t mean to imply stripping is a bad profession.”

  Jack’s smile returned as he focused back on the road. “It didn’t come across that way. I’m just saying, it’s not what I do for a living.”

  “What do you do?”

  “Residential wiring. The last thing you want to hear about in any detail. How about you?”

  Heat spread into her cheeks, and Kristi looked out the passenger-side window. She had no reason to feel anything but pride over her toys and the pleasure they brought to their users. Maybe it was the way they’d met, his admission to a day job that was anything but sexual, or just the fact that she hadn’t spent time with a guy she was attracted to in almost three years, but she suddenly wished she’d never left her product-development job behind. “Nothing worth mentioning. Very boring stuff.”

  “Try me.”

  “I invent things.”

  “Things?”

  She shrugged. “For women. To use alone or with someone else.”

  “Are these the kind of things that require batteries?”

  She heard the amusement in his voice and forced herself to look at him. She was spending the next two and a half days with this man, sharing a room with him. And, really, he’d already seen every inch of her pale, ample posterior, quite possibly was the one responsible for shaving her pubes. Still, she couldn’t get out a straight answer. “They might be.”

  Jack laughed, the sound rich, deep, and seeping moisture into her panties. The gush of wetness had her gaze instinctively going to his lap. Laughing harder, he lifted a hand from the steering wheel to give her leg a squeeze. “You’re a puzzle. One minute you’re blushing over your career choice, the next you’re checking out my crotch.”

  Her cheeks hotter than ever, Kristi zipped her attention back to his face. Sheesh! If she was going to accomplish anything this weekend, she needed to start acting like an adult. “I enjoy my work. I just don’t often discuss it with men.”

  “No boyfriends?”

  “Do you think I would be here with you if I had a boyfriend?” Not to mention would have jumped into bed with two strangers? One of w
hom she wasn’t going to think about. Just one man would be on her mind the next few days. Not two. Just one.

  “I meant in the past.”

  Deep breaths. She inhaled three long ones before she felt relaxed enough to respond. “No one significant.”

  “You’re free to use me this weekend.”

  So much for deep breathing! Kristi tensed so quickly and rigidly she thought she might have heard a bone snap. Or maybe that was the sound of her pussy clapping over the prospect of finding release much earlier than planned. “I can use you?”

  “To discuss your inventions with. I thought you might like a male point of view.”

  “Oh. Thanks.” Her inventions. Just discussion. Not sex. Phew! What a relief.

  She really did want to use the next few days to get to know him better. Or at least tonight. Twenty-four hours had to be plenty of time to get to know someone. She hoped so. As wet as she was right now, she wasn’t sure she could hold out any longer than that.

  Kristi stood at the foot of an early Victorian, queen-sized walnut bed, its four-poster design similar to the one Jack remembered from her bedroom. He’d heard the expression “wringing one’s hands” many times but had never seen anyone do it until now. She looked around the room—at the fainting couch detailed in regal shades of red, ivory, and gold that matched the throw and the pillows on the bed—and then at him and frowned. “I swear this room used to have twin beds.”

  And he could swear she was becoming a bigger puzzle by the moment. Did she have a split personality, or how could a woman who came across so nervous about the mere thought of sex be a success at designing sex toys?

  “What’s the big deal? We’ve shared a bed before. Then we were both naked. Now…” He swept his gaze over her, lingering on the plentiful rise of her breasts beneath a bright yellow V-neck T-shirt and her rounded ass and thighs hugged alluringly by black jean shorts.

  Now they didn’t have a third party.

  She’d chosen him over Spencer, had asked him to keep silent about her decision for now so as not to hurt Spencer’s feelings. She was as considerate as they came, and Jack had the burning urge to get her naked and show her how much he appreciated that trait by tasting every inch of her smooth, creamy flesh.

  Kristi sucked her lower lip into her mouth, nibbled on it a few seconds. “I don’t want you to think I’m only after sex.”

  He tugged his attention from her sexy little nibbles and the resulting effect they had on his groin to concentrate on her admission. So that was the reason for her anxiety. Sex didn’t rattle her; she just feared it was all he was after. He had no doubt he would enjoy loving her—had enjoyed doing so two nights ago—but he also had a good feeling about the whole package. Not only was she built as if she’d been made exclusively for his full-bodied tastes, but any woman who knew her way around antiques impressed the hell out of him.

  “But you are after it?” he teased, hoping to ease her nerves.

  “No. Yes. Like I said on the phone, I want to get to know you better. First.”

  Actually, she hadn’t added that “first” part on the phone. Neither Jack nor his cock minded hearing it, though. He smiled. “How about a walk?” Before he forgot his intentions to relax her and put the antique bed to use. “The sun will soon be setting.”

  Tension visibly drained from her body. She gave him an appreciative smile that had his own kicking higher. “That sounds nice.”

  He slid open the glass door that led from their room to an open terrace and extended his hand. “This way, m’lady.”

  She gave him an odd look but came to him, taking his hand and letting him guide her out to the terrace and on to a small beach a couple hundred feet in the distance. In the middle of the week in early June, one other couple occupied the bed-and-breakfast. Right now, that couple was nowhere in sight. Only a handful of squawking seabirds and the sound of the incoming surf broke the quiet sanctity of the beach and the emerging reds and purples of the sunset.

  Reaching the sand, Kristi shook her hand from his. Kicking off her sandals, she started toward the water and proceeded to wade in.

  Jack shivered. The temperature had to be dipping into the sixties with nightfall, and the water would be colder still. “You must have ice in your veins. The water has to be frigid with the tide washing in.”

  Knee-deep in the surf, she turned back and smiled at him before looking down. “Oops. Guess you were right.”

  He followed her gaze to find the hard points of her nipples jabbing at her T-shirt. His shaft gave a telling twitch as he looked back at her face. Was he imagining things, or was that an invitation in her eyes? It looked like an invitation. He toed off his loafers and started toward her. She sucked in her lush lower lip for an instant, just long enough to expose the damp pink tip of her tongue.

  He groaned. Oh yeah, that was definitely an invitation. She might not be wholly naughty, but clearly she had the ability to be so when the timing was right. Now that she knew he wanted more than sex from this trip, the timing appeared perfect.

  He walked into the water wearing his socks and pants. She laughed. “What are you doing?”

  Reaching her, Jack pulled her against his chest. He pleasured in the sensual cradle of her plump breasts against his hard pecs as she ran her palms along his back. She was a good deal shorter than him, and kissing her meant getting wetter yet. The blood pumped through his veins, hot and fierce, urging him on. He barely noticed the cold waves breaking against his legs as he slanted his mouth over hers, tasted the flavor of strawberry lip gloss and warm, delicious woman.

  Her lips blossomed beneath his, parting on a throaty sigh. He moved inside with relish, feasting on her as her breasts rubbed in a tauntingly erotic rhythm. Thumbing his fingers over the rigid nipples, he eased from her mouth to feather damp kisses along her neck, down to her earlobe. He teased a wet path into the dip of her shirt’s V-neck, where her cleavage sweetly pressed.

  Kristi’s hands moved from his back to his shoulders. Another breathy sigh escaped her. His heart rate kicked up several notches, his dick throbbing to full, aching-hard awareness. He went down on his knees in the water and brushed his mouth across a nipple through her shirt. The contact not even close to enough, he fit his lips over the crown and drew it into his mouth, cotton and all.

  Her fingers tightened on his shoulder. She arched against his lips, releasing a sound that could be a cry of displeasure as easily as one of ecstasy.

  Though it was the last thing he wanted, Jack murmured, “Want me to stop?”

  “Mmm…”

  With a last damp suckle, he lifted his mouth from her nipple. The sound she’d made was indefinable, but considering her earlier admission, he wasn’t about to push things.

  She whimpered discontentedly as he stood. Her lower lip pushed out in a pout that was as sexy as it was endearing. “I said no, don’t stop.”

  On second thought, it was definitely more sexy than endearing. Relief cruising through him, Jack chuckled and swept her up into his arms. He started toward the shore, barely able to resist the temptation of her full, kiss-reddened lips. He settled on caressing the tilt of her freckled nose with his lips as he placed her on the sand.

  Bracing his arms on either side of her, he let his lust reflect in his voice. “Is that what that sound was?”

  Her tongue slipped out, dabbed at her lips. Her pupils dilated, irises turning dark amber beneath half-drawn lids. “Yes.” The word came out a little breathless.

  He took it as all the invitation he needed. He came over her fully, his mouth finding hers in an instant. His tongue pushed inside, stroked, tangoed. His hands moved down her sides, touched down on warm, damp skin peppered with the salt spray of the ocean. Her fingers met with his, and she tugged at the hem of her T-shirt. He didn’t take it off but went beneath it and the silky cups of her bra, filling his hands with her full, soft breasts, wishing his tongue was licking between her ample cleavage.

  Kristi’s hips rose beneath his. Her knees came u
p as her legs spread around him, bringing his swollen shaft into closer contact with her mound. His pulse sped as he moved his hand beneath the leg of her shorts and upward, felt her wetness on her panties. She moaned into his mouth, and he went higher, finding her hairless mound, fingering her slick, dewy pussy lips until she was dripping with excitement.

  His cock clamored for release. He loved her several more times with his fingers and then pulled his hand free and reached for the waistband of his pants. He stopped with the give of the button, let her harsh pants fill his head and clear out the cobwebs of desire that had fogged his common sense.

  Fuck, he had taken things too far. If he didn’t end things immediately, he would be screwing her right here in the sand. As thrilling as that sounded, he wouldn’t do it. Not at the cost of sending her fears soaring again the moment they were finished.

  Jack refastened his button, then lifted himself up on his forearms. He skimmed each of her closed eyelids with a kiss and then sat back to find her lip gloss replaced with a natural sheen that was damned hard to resist. Smiling, he stroked her flushed cheek, brushing a blowing strand of hair from her face. “You’re dirty.”

  Kristi’s lips curved into a siren’s smile. “Thank you. I try.”

  He chuckled while his body gave an impatient throb. “I meant that literally. You have sand in your hair.” He traced a gritty pattern along her cheek. “And on your face.” He rolled off of her and stood out of self-preservation. One kiss would only lead to a whole lot more. “They’re going to quit serving dinner soon. If you want to eat, we’d best get cleaned up.”

  Her smile drooped and she opened her eyes. “Okay. Food’s always a good thing.”

  Food was a good thing, but she didn’t sound like she wanted it. She sounded like she wanted to feel him buried inside her as badly as he ached to be there. He pulled her to her feet and brushed a reassuring kiss across her mouth. “You know the best part about dinner? Right after comes dessert.”