Undercover Lover (BWWM Romance Book 1)

by Theresa McGhee

  Giggling, she pulled into the parking garage for her apartment building and parked in her usual spot. In her text with the address, she’d told him to park in a visitor’s spot and she’d meet him there. She jumped out of her car and hit the key fob to lock it. With her bag over her shoulder, she hurried to the elevator and rode to the first floor to the visitor’s parking lot.

  “Sorry you have to park down here,” she said as she walked to him. “We have a parking lot Nazi who will have you towed within an hour.”

  Cameron took the bag from her and put it on his shoulder, smiling at her joke. “There’s one in every building. What floor are you on?”

  “I’m on four,” she told him. “Thanks for carrying that.”

  “Did you finish your coffee?” he asked, waving his half-empty to-go cup at her, sloshing the coffee against the lid.

  “Oh, shit. I left it in my car,” she grumbled as she grabbed his free hand to lead him to the elevator. “Sorry to waste it, but I’m in a hurry for a different kind of treat.”

  He snickered as they entered the elevator. “I’ll show you some of my tricks as well.”

  With a twinkle of laughter in her eyes, she wrapped her arms around his neck and locked her lips on his. Her tongue explored his mouth, and he groaned into her mouth as he dropped her bag on the floor. With his hands on her waist, he pushed her backwards until her back touched the wall behind her. He ground his hips against hers, his erection rubbing her belly. He ran his hands down her hips and grabbed her ass, lifting her until her legs wrapped around his hips.

  Their mouths were locked tightly together, and when the door dinged and opened on her floor, he was reluctant to release her. “How far down is your apartment?”

  “Three doors,” she breathed. “Hurry.”

  He dropped her to her feet and grabbed her bag in one motion. She fumbled with her keys as they walk/ran to her apartment door. Like silly teenagers, they giggled as he tickled her, causing her to drop the keys. He bent to retrieve them, and she slapped his ass with just enough force to make a noise.

  “You little pervert,” he teased. He waggled a finger at her. “You’ll pay for that.”

  “Nothing at all wrong with a little light spanking,” she replied as she snagged the keys out of his hand and unlocked the door.

  Cameron smirked and slapped her ass hard as she walked through the door. She jerked around, her mouth open in surprise, and he wiggled his eyebrows at her. Won over by his charm, she giggled, shut the door behind him, and shoved him against it. He grabbed the hem of her tank top and jerked it up and off her body, tossing it somewhere behind her. Her growl of approval was lost as she plowed her hands into his hair and attacked his lips with hers. She pressed her body, aching with need, against his, and felt the mirrored need in the hard cock bumping into her belly.

  His hands ran up and down her back before attacking her bra. He wanted those breasts in his hands and mouth, and as soon as they were freed from their prison, he held her at arm’s length so he could look at them. Sighing, he murmured something about perfection before bending to draw one of her nipples into his mouth. With a slow, sensual tug of his mouth, her arousal spiked, and she let her head fall back with a moan.

  As he sucked her nipple, circling his tongue around the peaked tip, he used his thumb and forefinger to gently pluck at the other until it was pebble hard and ready for his mouth. He blew cool air on the wet nipple before giving the other his attention, and she shivered at the simultaneous sensations of cold and hot on her sensitive nipple.

  One hand slipped to the front of her jeans and undid the button and zipper. Willow wiggled her hips to get them off because she didn’t want him to release her nipples to take off her clothes. After a moment, she was able to shimmy out of the pants and leave them in a pool on the floor next to them. Her panties, purple, diaphanous lace, blocked him from reaching her pussy, and she made no move to take them off. Frowning, he lifted and looked down at her.

  “Second thoughts?” he asked.

  She smirked. “I don’t take off my own panties.”

  His eyes darkened. “It will be my pleasure to remove them.”

  He hooked a finger in the waistband at each hip and slowly lowered them down her legs, sinking to his knees as he did so. On his knees, her pussy was level with is face, and his greatest desire was to bury his face in it. The panties discarded, he put one hand on each ass cheek and held her in place as he flicked his tongue across her clit. She jerked but didn’t try to move away. Her hands found his shoulders, and she gripped them like a vise for support as his tongue hit her clit again.

  Her musty scent drove his senses mad, and his already hardened cock stiffened further until it was almost painful. But he wanted to hear her scream his name before her took her. As he continued to lick her clit in quick darting movements of his tongue, two fingers circled the opening lazily, slowly, allowing the wetness to coat the tips. He moved the two fingers to her clit, rubbing the moisture there before returning his mouth to take their place.

  Willow could feel her legs weakening, and when his fingers moved inside her and began an in and out rhythm, her knees actually tried to buckle. Without preamble, Cameron rose to his feet, lifting her off hers as he stood, and wandered through the apartment looking for a place to lay her. Her lips were attached her his neck as he walked, and rather than search for her bedroom, he headed for the first flat surface he saw: her kitchen table. The sturdy wooden structure would be able to hold her while he finished his work.

  He laid her on it, and she shivered when her hot skin touched the cool wood. With his hands on her hips, he scooted her back so her calves and feet hung off the table’s edge. He leaned over and sucked her clit into his mouth while his fingers followed her inner thigh to the junction of pleasure. Two fingers slipped inside her again, and he found the rhythm that had made her weak earlier. She immediately began writhing beneath his ministrations, moaning so loudly the neighbors might hear.

  Her hands massaged her breasts, stroking her nipples, pinching them, to increase the erotic pleasure coursing through her body at a rate she couldn’t fathom. Never had she felt the beginnings of an orgasm so quickly as with Cameron. The man had magic in his fingers and tongue.

  That magical tongue played over her clit at the same time his fingers massaged her G-spot, and she let out a scream worthy of a B horror movie vixen. Cameron didn’t stop moving his fingers or mouth until her pussy stopped clenching, and he wanted to cause another immediately after the first. He straightened, though he didn’t remove his fingers from her pussy. While standing, he used his free hand to massage her body, moving from one breast to the other before slowly moving down her body to her clit. He pinched it between his fingers and crooked the fingers inside her pussy to touch her G-spot again.

  Willow brought her feet up on the table to use them for leverage so she could buck her hips against his hand. She raised her arms above her head to hold on to the edge of the table and let her body take control. Her mind emptied of all thought so all she could do was feel every sensation he caused in her body.

  As he watched her, Cameron reveled in the freedom with which she shared her body, loved the fact that she enjoyed pleasure with such abandon. Her eyes were closed, her face relaxed in an expression that conveyed the pure ecstasy she felt. His cock was so hard from watching her, he was almost in pain. After she climaxed a second time, so quickly he was stunned, he stepped away from the table, removing his fingers from her.

  Willow’s head snapped up to look at him, her beautiful eyes filled with lust. “Cameron.” She sat up and reached for his pants, unbuttoning them so quickly the button almost flew off. With her hands on his ass, she pushed the pants off his hips and yanked him forward so that the tip of his cock rested close to her burning folds. He bent to kiss her, and she tasted herself on him. An arousal like she’d never known pulsed in her pussy, and she had to have him inside her.

  As she ran her hands up and down his chest, she glanced down
at his hardened cock and gasped. She was no innocent, but his cock was the biggest she’d seen in real life. Excitement coursed through her, and she wrapped her hand around him. He sucked in a breath, and she smiled up at him as she carefully stroked the soft skin of his hard dick. His mouth found hers again, but only for a moment.

  He grabbed her hips and hauled her to the edge of the table so her ass nearly hung off. His hands slipped down to her knees, which he grasped almost painfully hard so she stayed in place. With his eyes on hers, she guided his cock to her pussy. Teasingly, he let just the tip of his massive cock slip inside her, wiggling his hips back and forth to drive her mad.

  “Cameron, please.”

  Her voice, smoky with lust, destroyed his will power to tease her a little longer. With a powerful thrust, his cock entered her to the hilt, and without waiting for her to adjust to his girth, he began pounding into her.

  The sound of their bodies crashing together filled her apartment. They competed for loudest moan as they fought to hold on to their sanity. Cameron slammed into her body again and again, watching her face as she squeezed her eyes shut, her mouth wide open in a silent, pleasure-filled scream. Her arms, above her head again to hold on to the table, lifted her breasts, which bounced with his movements. He couldn’t take his eyes off them until he heard the cry that meant she was nearing orgasm.

  His eyes jerked to her face, and when she screamed his name, the ecstasy of her orgasm plain in her voice, he was undone. His voice joined hers in a scream of pleasure as he spilled his seed inside her.

  Chapter 6

  Jody frowned as she walked into the tattoo parlor at a little after 10:30. She’d just ended a phone call with her mother, who was on her ass about getting a real job, but working for Bogey, both at the tattoo parlor and the extra stuff, was a real job.

  Bogey had asked her to meet him after Willow left, but he wasn’t there yet. She thought about texting him, but he sometimes got irritated with her if she texted him about his whereabouts when he’d told her to wait for him. He’ll get here when he gets here, she thought as she dropped her shoulder bag on the floor and wondered around.

  She found Willow’s sketchbook on the counter, which she rarely left at the parlor, and began flipping through it. With a sneer of jealousy, Jody looked at the drawings and wished she had the kind of talent Willow had. Her eye for color combination was like a famous artist’s, and as a tattoo artist, Jody was well aware she wasn’t very good. And she didn’t care about being good. She pretended she was interested while she sold drugs on the side for Bogey. And the man still had no idea she was skimming off the drug sales as well as from the cash profit at the tattoo parlor. She smirked at the idiocy of old men as she flipped a page and saw the first section of the ocean tattoo.

  The drawings grew in detail until the last page was the complete tattoo. The drawing, if it was a tattoo, would take up a huge amount of skin, like a back or maybe a chest. Jody knew Willow had never done a tattoo that big and scoffed at the idea of her being able to complete it without help. She’d bet all the money she had that Bogey would end up doing the work rather than Willow. Or at least taking credit for it.

  She tossed the sketchbook aside and opened an app on her phone to play a game while she waited. She plopped down on a stool near the front, letting her legs dangle by the sides of the stool. Two texts came through as she played, both from people asking if she had the stuff yet. She rolled her eyes. Damn druggies, they’re so desperate, she grumbled internally as she closed the game to answer the texts. ‘I’ll have it tonight. Come see me.’ Both knew where to see her, so she closed the messages and began playing her game again.

  Distracted by the music in the game, she didn’t hear Bogey’s motorcycle pulling up. He walked in through the back, watching her as she played her game with a frown on his face. He heard the two messages come through and watched as she rolled her eyes and mumbled under her breath. The girl had absolutely no awareness of her surroundings. In the amount of time he’d been watching her, he could have attacked her and left her for dead when he was finished.

  He cleared his throat loudly, nearly coughing. She didn’t notice. He shuffled his feet across the floor as he walked towards her. No response. He was within two feet of her, and still nothing. “Jody!”

  She jerked, dropped her phone, and nearly fell off the stool she had situated herself on. The squeak that escaped her mouth sounded more like a mouse’s than a person’s, and if she had been in real danger, no one would have heard her screaming. Her hand was on her heart, and her eyes looked like a doll’s, they were so wide.

  “What the hell, Bogey!” she screeched after she regained her breath. Her heart was pounding and her cheeks had reddened. “You scared the shit out of me!”

  “I stood over there,” he replied hotly, pointing at the door, “for over a minute. I cleared my throat, I shuffled my feet. You didn’t even look up.”

  “Really?” she asked, frowning and tilting her head as if she couldn’t believe it.

  “I could have killed you twice,” he warned her. She only stared at him as if she didn’t understand.

  He grumbled under his breath and walked away from her. She noticed the bag in his hand, a paper bag stuffed with what she needed. Because she sold drugs, she never imbibed in the product, but selling earned her more than just money. Favors could be squeezed out of a junkie who couldn’t live a day without the stuff, and some of the rich sorority sisters she sold to would do almost anything to keep her from blackmailing them. She had pictures of them doing stuff while high that would make a sailor blush.

  He set the bag on his desk and walked towards the bathroom. Jody called, “Is that the stuff? I got a couple clients waiting.”

  “They can wait ‘til I’m finished taking a crap,” he returned.

  He’s such an asshole, she thought as the door slammed behind him. She returned to her stool and played on her phone, but the longer she waited, the more often her eyes drifted to the bag on Bogey’s desk. Another text message from a third client, one who texted her every other day for another hit, interrupted her eyeballing of the bag. The message sounded urgent, and she wondered if the guy was jonesing. She didn’t like dealing with junkies who were hard up. They were unpredictable. The sooner she could get the stuff to him, the better.

  After glancing at the bathroom door, which remained closed, she wondered if she could just take what she needed and go. I wonder if he knows how much he has in that bag, she thought, calculating the amount of money she might get without having to share with him if she grabbed a little without his knowledge. Bogey was a little careless about things like that. Willow did the books for the shop and had complained more than once when Bogey tried to take over and made a mess. Doubtful the man had any idea how much the shop actually made. Hell, Willow is probably stealing, she reasoned, and that man would have no clue.

  She rose slowly and moved to the bathroom to press her ear against the door. When all she heard were grunts and magazine pages flipping, she hurried over to the desk and opened the bag, which was filled more than halfway with the product she sold. It was tossed in haphazardly, without a care, so Jody concluded Bogey probably didn’t know the exact amount. She hurried back to her bag, lifted it, and returned to desk. With one hand holding her bag open and the other scooping the drugs out of the paper bag, she thought about how much money she was about to make.

  “Don’t get greedy,” she murmured to herself after two handfuls. She made sure the bag was as Bogey had left it and grabbed her bag. When she turned, Bogey was standing by the bathroom door, staring at her with such malice she shivered. “Oh, hey Bogey. I was just getting what I normally get. My customers have been on my ass all day.”

  “Just what you normally get?” he asked, his voice low and filled with poisonous intent.

  Jody’s eyes widened, and her insides quivered. She backed up a step, hitting Bogey’s desk with the backs of her thighs. “Yeah, Bogey. What I normally get.”

  “Tw
o handfuls directly from the bag is not what you normally get, Jody.” He moved a step toward her, his big body blocking the exits. He stared at her, into her, and she hoped she didn’t pee in her pants.

  “Okay, Bogey, I’m sorry. I was just trying to make some extra cash,” she told him, one hand up defensively, the other still clutching her bag.

  He towered over her, glaring menacingly. “How long have you been stealing from me?”

  Jody shook her head like a small child. “This is the first time, I promise.”

  “This might be the first time you’ve stolen drugs, but it’s not the first time you’ve stolen something. How long have you been stealing money from me?”

  Tears flooded her eyes, and immediately a runner of snot escaped from her nose and settled on her top lip. She tried to think of a lie, but in her semi-panicked state, she had nothing. “Bogey, I’m not stealing from you.”

  With no warning, he grabbed both her arms, squeezing so tightly she’d have bruises. “You fucking liar,” he whispered, which frightened her more than if he’d screamed at her. “Where are you parked?”

  “I-in the fr-front,” she stammered.

  “Get your keys. We’re going for a little ride,” he hissed and shoved her back against the desk so hard she cried out in pain.

  “N-no, Bogey. I’m sorry. I’ll never do it again. Please,” she whispered as the tears and snot ran down her face, racing to fall off her jaw.

  “Get your God damned keys.” When she didn’t move, he yelled, “Now!”

  Her hands were shaking so badly, she dropped her bag as she dug in it. He looked down at it, and she tried to run past him. He moved quickly for a man of his size. His hand snaked out and grabbed her arm. He swung her around and slammed her into the wall, knocking the breath out of her. He put his hands on either side of her head and slammed it against the wall, and she fell to the floor, unconscious.