Undercover Mistress

by Amethyst Ames

  Kate looked up at him in surprise. “She’s not your real mother?”

  “In my heart she is, though she’s no’ the one who gave birth tae me.”

  “What happened to your real mother?”

  “I dinna know. Father said she just left one day and ‘twas ne’er heard from again. I was tae young tae remember her.”

  An uneasy ripple made its way down Kate’s spine as she remembered the possessive tone of the letters. It might be a good idea to check on the whereabouts of Angus’s long lost mother.

  “Why did you move to the States?”

  “My mother is American, from New York. She met my father while she was on vacation in Scotland and ended up staying. When he died, I think she started missing home, and I couldna let her come here alone. So when she moved, I came with her. She’s happier here.”

  “Are you happy here?”

  He smiled. “Aye. Now I am. ‘Twas a bit rough in the beginning, what with my first book and all. I hated the publicity, never being able to step foot out of the house without being followed. It made me feel like I was being smothered tae death. ‘Tis better since I moved tae Maine, but I still go home tae Scotland from time to time for a visit and a rest.”

  He tilted her chin up and caressed her jaw with his thumb. “What about ye? Tell me about yer family.”

  “Crystal and Sammy are the only family I have since our grandmother died.” Kate grinned at him. “You’ll like Crystal. She’s your ‘type’. Tall, blonde and gorgeous.”

  “Nay.” His stroking became more intimate. “No’ anymore. My type is a short, feisty brunette with a pointed chin. Now stop changing the subject. What happened tae yer parents?”

  It took an effort, but she kept her expression calm in spite of the memories churning their way to the surface. “They died.”

  “How?”

  She had told the lie so many times it came easily to her now. “Mom had cancer. After she died, we moved in with my grandmother. We heard my father died a few years later, but I was never told how.” That last part, at least, was true. He’d been in jail when he died and she wasn’t interested in the details of his death.

  “And yer niece?”

  Kate smiled. “Sammy is adorable. She’s three years old and she never meets a stranger. Probably because she’s spent all her time in the boutique while Crystal works. The customers spoil her rotten and she acts like it’s her God given right to be spoiled.”

  “Does she look like you?”

  “No. She looks like her father. Danny was Hispanic and she got his black hair and dark eyes.”

  “What happened tae him?”

  How did she keep getting herself into these messes? Maybe a short version of the truth would be best. “He was shot during a drug bust that went wrong.”

  Angus arched an eyebrow, but didn’t question her further. Instead, he lifted her onto his lap in one smooth move and pulled her athletic top over her head.

  “Angus, what are you doing?”

  “Ye’ve too many clothes on.”

  He stripped off her spandex shorts and tossed them aside. Desire slammed into her with the force of a speeding train as his long, elegant fingers explored her body, found an erogenous zone behind her knee that she hadn’t known existed. The man was turning her into an insatiable glutton for sex.

  She moaned softly as his mouth covered her breast, teased the nipple with his teeth. At the same time, his fingers slid up her leg, parted her, going unerringly to the core of her need. It never occurred to her to be embarrassed when he found her wet and ready.

  “Sweet heavens,” he rasped. “There’s a condom in the drawer.”

  She turned over and dug it out while he unzipped his pants. By the time she’d straightened, his erection was free, his eyes half-lidded with desire. Placing the packet between her teeth, she grasped his arousal with one hand, squeezing gently as she slid from base to tip. With her other hand, she captured a drop of seminal essence from the tip and used it to tease the broad, rounded head until he was thrusting spasmodically in her grip, a moan breaking from deep in his throat.

  Wanting to prolong the moment, she slowed her movements and began an extensive examination of his cock. He was beautiful, she decided. An odd word to use for a man’s penis, but true nonetheless. His shaft was so thick her fingers didn’t meet around its width, and so long that both her fisted hands couldn’t contain it. Yet for all its size, it was in perfect proportion, the skin hot and silky smooth. The ridge where his shaft joined the broad head drew her attention and she stroked it slowly, feeling Angus’s muscles go tense beneath her.

  She wanted to taste him so badly her mouth watered. Did she dare? Would he allow it? Involuntarily, she leaned forward, her tongue wetting her lips.

  “Katie, love, ye’re killing me.” His voice was raspy and desperate with hunger, and she straightened, tightening her grip on his cock again, stroking until he groaned.

  When he pulsed in her hand, she paused to roll the latex down his thick, hard length. “What about your clothes?”

  “I canna wait long enough tae take them off.” His expression was beyond desperate now, his beautiful blue eyes burning with the fire she’d built in his body. Her dream man. And it was her he wanted.

  It was strange, being stark naked and having sex with a fully clothed man. Strange and erotic, freeing somehow, in a way she’d never experienced before. But then, she was learning a lot of new things from Angus, things she’d only fantasized about before.

  He shifted her on his lap, turned her until her back was to him, then lifted her and impaled her with one hard downward thrust on her hips. “For God’s sake, dinna move,” he gasped.

  Kate fought her compulsion to wiggle, to force him even deeper inside. She could feel the hard muscles of his thighs tensing under her, and she was burning alive with her need for more.

  Angus seemed to sense her feelings. He pulled gently until she was leaning back against his solid chest then slid his arms around her. One hand stimulated a nipple while the other crept lower and spread her cunt open to caress her clitoris. “Help me, Katie. Touch yourself. “

  She didn’t hesitate. Her fingers joined his between her legs and eagerly stimulated the engorged flesh. Driven with the feral need to mate, she leaned forward slightly and reached down and around to grasp the base of his penis where it entered her body. Angus arched off the couch as she stroked the column on each withdrawal and let its length slide erotically through her fingers, slick and hot, when he moved. His gasp of surprise told her it was a first for him, too. His hands shifted to her breasts, stimulating her nipples until she cried out with the exquisite pleasure. Her free hand continued to caress her clitoris, matching his rhythm with her own, and her thigh muscles tightened in response, bracing for the detonation that was only seconds away.

  “Ah, Katie,” he whispered into her neck. “Ye’re like a damn drug. I’ve been hot for ye since the minute ye walked in my door. I canna stop thinkin’ about the taste of ye on my tongue, or the feel of bein’ inside ye. The way ye swell tae my least touch drives me insane. And when yer aroused, ah, the scent. It’s like the most expensive whiskey in the world. I get drunk on ye and I ne’er want to be sober again.” A shudder wracked his big body, his words vibrating against her ear sending new waves of fire through her. “Tell me what yer feeling, love.”

  Kate closed her eyes, fighting for the air required to speak. “I feel…I feel you,” she choked. “Moving inside me.”

  “What does it feel like?”

  “Good. Oh, God, so good. Like an explosion building inside me, a waiting. You’re so big you fill every inch of me in a way that’s never happened before. It drives me crazy. I almost come just thinking about it. And when you touch my breasts, the feeling goes down to here, to my clit.” Her fingers increased their pressure on her arousal, sliding sensuously up and down on the swollen nodule in the flood of moisture they had created, until she shook with need. It seemed the more she explained, the higher
the sensation drove her. “And it makes me ache for you more. Even when you’re still, I can feel you inside me. I can feel you pulsing and moving. I can’t wait much longer. Angus, please,” she begged. “I need you to fuck me. I need to feel you moving inside me.”

  “Then kiss me, sweet Kate.”

  She tilted her head back, angled until their lips met, parted and drank hungrily from each other as their tongues brushed, fought for dominance. His hands left her breasts to settle on her hips, using the leverage to force her down harder onto his shaft, faster, and she whimpered into his mouth. Involuntarily, her hips moved in a circular pattern, her hand seeking access to his thrusting penis. The fingers of her other hand pressed down on the sides of her clit, pulling back the foreskin and exposing the small erection even more, thrusting it into prominence. Her thumb stroked the bare sensitive tip in time with his frantic movements, her body shuddering uncontrollably as she sucked his tongue deeper into her mouth.

  Beneath her, inside her, Angus suddenly stiffened and swelled to even greater proportions. When she felt the first jerk of his release, it was enough to push her over the edge. They tumbled together, mouths still fused as tightly as their bodies.

  When it was over, Angus held her cradled in his arms, one hand lazily caressing her breast. His head was back on the couch, eyes closed as she twisted slightly to reach him better. Gently, she kissed each lid and teased the corner of his lips with her tongue, reveling in the taste of his sweat-dampened skin and the coarse feel of his five o’clock shadow.

  “Do ye think anyone has ever died from tae much sex?” he asked softly. Eyes still closed, he slid his hand down her body to caress her tender clit, soothe the lingering throb.

  Kate forced her attention to his question and smiled. “Not that I know of.”

  He lifted his head and stared down at her. “Good. Because no one has ever made me feel like this before, Kate. I could spend the rest of my life inside ye and die a happy mon. I’m already wantin’ ye again and it hasna been five minutes.”

  That tingle of uneasiness was back but she shrugged it off. “How long had it been since you’d indulged before I got here?”

  “Best I remember, about a year.”

  “Well, there you go,” she whispered as her hand closed around him. “You were starving to death, and now you’ve got a banquet. Besides, I’m certainly not complaining. It’s been two years for me, and even then it wasn’t exactly earth shattering. I could have gotten more satisfaction from doing my nails.”

  He lifted a hand to her hair. “Are ye really likin’ it, Kate, or is it because I’m paying ye to act as if ye do? Ye did tell me I wouldna know if ye were fakin’ it.”

  Kate blinked in surprise. This sudden vulnerability was a side of Angus she hadn’t seen before. It touched something deep in her heart. “No, I haven’t faked it. I haven’t needed to. No one has ever made me feel this way, either, Angus.” She kissed him, a long slow kiss and smiled. “I’m thinking of throwing my vibrator away. It will never be good enough again.”

  “Nay, keep it. I dinna think we’re done with it yet.”

  “Oh?” She arched an eyebrow. “That sounds interesting.”

  “Aye. Tell me, where did ye usually use it before? In your bed?”

  “Not exactly.” She could feel her skin heating up.

  “Then where? The bathroom?”

  “No.” She knew him well enough by now to know he wasn’t going to leave this alone until she told him. “I have a full length mirror on the inside of my closet door.”

  “Ah.” He smiled. “‘Twould seem I’m no’ the only one who likes tae watch. There’s a suite in the hotel we’re goin’ tae stay in this weekend that has mirrored walls. Would ye like to watch me make love tae ye, Kate?”

  “Yes. God, yes. I’m getting wet just thinking about it.”

  “We canna have that,” he said softly. “Lie back and let me drink from ye once again, Kate. I crave the sound of yer cries in my ears.”

  How did he put her in this condition with a few words? she wondered dazedly. Boneless, she lay back on the couch, a ready and willing participant in his feast of the senses. By the time he slid to his knees, she was whimpering with anticipation.

  “How long is it until Friday?” she breathed.

  His laugh of delight rumbled against her sensitized folds. “Day after tomorrow. An dinna be forgettin’ tae pack the vibrator.” His breath was hot where it caressed her. “Now, open for me, Katie, love, and tell me what ye want.”

  And as his mouth closed over her, she did exactly that, in very vivid detail, with no trace of hesitancy. The man was corrupting her and she loved every minute of it. God help her when the job was over. She’d never feel this way again, and it terrified her. Almost as much as the thought of falling of love in with him.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Bright sunlight woke Kate the next morning and she opened her eyes with a distinct feeling of disorientation. It took a second for her to realize she was curled up in a chair, sitting at an angle to Angus’s desk. Her cheek was numb from lying on the arm, and her legs stiff. But at least Angus was still in sight.

  It had scared the bejeebers out of her last night when she’d woke and found the space beside her in the bed empty. If he felt compelled to write at these odd hours, he really should tell her first. It hadn’t taken her long to find him. She’d simply followed the light and the sound of furious typing and stood hesitantly in the door, not wanting to disturb him. But she couldn’t leave him down here alone either. Not when unknown danger could be lurking outside the nearest window. He hadn’t seemed to notice her presence, so she’d tiptoed behind him and curled up in the chair.

  Looked like he was still going strong. She stretched and rose, tightening the belt on her robe. Hopefully she could check the house, take a shower and start breakfast before he came back to the here and now.

  Angus didn’t as much as twitch when she stopped behind him. His gaze was focused on the screen, fingers churning out words at an amazing rate. He hadn’t bothered to put on a shirt last night, just pulled on his jeans and crept downstairs.

  She couldn’t resist running her fingers through his hair, and small sigh escaped her lips. His hair was so gorgeous. Straight, and thick, and black as a raven’s wing, it hung to just below his shoulders. She would kill to have hair like that.

  Absently, he caught her wrist, bringing it to his lips for a kiss, then resumed typing.

  Smiling, Kate left the room, not bothering to be quiet this time. A quick round of the house showed her everything was in order. Nothing was stirring on the monitors except the deer she was becoming used to, and a few squirrels.

  Satisfied that all was well, she took a fast shower then dressed in jeans and a T-shirt instead of her usual outfit. Marc would arrive sometime today and she wanted to be decently dressed when he did.

  Still barefoot, she went back downstairs to the kitchen. There was one thing she had to do today that she was dreading. Call Crystal. But she couldn’t face it without coffee. She put the pot on to brew, waiting impatiently for it to finish.

  How was Crystal going to take her revelation? She wasn’t too worried about the sex part. They were both adults, after all. So what if Crystal teased her unmercifully for the rest of her life? But she didn’t want her sister to feel guilty that she’d taken this job.

  She poured the coffee and pulled out her cell phone, taking a deep breath as she dialed the number of the boutique.

  “Crystal Palace Boutique,” her sister sang after the second ring.

  “Hi, Sis. It’s me. Are you busy?”

  “Kate! I was just thinking about you. No, I’m not busy. Sammy is in the playroom, Howie is in back unloading a shipment, and there are no customers at the moment. I’m all yours. What’s up?”

  “Not much,” Kate fudged. “I wanted to let you know that we’re coming to New York tomorrow and Angus wants to meet my family.”

  There was dead silence from the end of the line for a
second. “Why? Don’t tell me the guy is so anal he has to meet the relatives of his research assistant? I mean, come on. It’s not that I wouldn’t to love to meet him or anything, but isn’t that a little extreme?”

  Kate propped her elbows on the counter top and crossed one ankle over the other. “About that research assistant thing.” She sucked in another breath and took the plunge. “I wasn’t exactly honest about what I’d be doing for him.”

  “Oh, God. It is dangerous, isn’t it? That’s why you lied to me. Are you hurt? I swear Kate, if anything happens to you I will hunt both of you down and—”

  “Crystal!” Kate had to yell to get her sister to shut up. “It’s not dangerous, I promise. Just a little embarrassing.”

  “Embarrassing?” There was a real hint of suspicion in her voice now. “What, ‘exactly’, does he think you’re doing there?”

  “Uh, he sort of thinks I’m his mistress.”

  The silence this time lasted twice as long. “Katherine Marie Carson, are you telling me you’re having sex with the hunk?”

  Kate winced. “Yeah, I guess I am telling you that.”

  “Oh—my—God! I can’t believe this! I want details. Wait, let me sit down. Okay, shoot. Is he any good?”

  So much for her sister feeling guilty. “Crystal, you can’t expect me to talk about something like that.”

  “Sure I can. I haven’t had sex in so long I’ve forgotten what it’s like. At least let me live vicariously.”

  “Well,” Kate could feel her face heating. “Let’s just say he’s better than good.” Her rear end swayed as she thought about Angus. “As a matter of fact, I think he’s turning me into a raving sex maniac.” She laughed.

  “Oh, God. You giggled. This is serious. You never giggle. The man must be a miracle worker.”

  “Oh yeah.” Kate sighed. “I’ve never met anyone like him. I swear Crystal, he could make me…” she hesitated. “Well, he could make me climax from twenty feet away without laying a hand on me. All he has to do is start talking. It’s amazing. He’s amazing. I had no idea things like this could really happen. Am I babbling?”