Olivia folded her arms over her chest. “And your point would be?”
That flustered the woman. “I . . . he . . . well, he’s the governor’s son, for Christ’s sake!”
“Who is a private citizen with a reasonable expectation of privacy as a member of this club. Who, by the way, has no role in government whatsoever. Now, I’m asking you very nicely to leave, Ms. Casey.”
“You can’t make me.”
Olivia almost laughed. The woman sounded like a spoiled child who’d just been told to clean up her room.
Olivia drew herself up to her full height and leaned menacingly over the petite reporter. “Oh, I can make you leave, Ms. Casey. Question is, how would like me to do it? The easy way or the hard way. I’m ex-military police so I’m amenable to force if you insist.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“Keep pissing me off and you’ll see what I dare.” She spun the writer around and gave her a gentle shove toward the door.
The woman dug in her heels, avoiding the metal detector. Olivia frowned. “Hey, Gabriel, wand Ms. Casey, would you?”
“No!”
The woman whirled away and dove for the door, but Olivia caught her by the scruff of the neck and dragged her back. “Not so fast, cookie.” She dragged the strap of Janine’s purse off her shoulder and tossed it to Gabriel. Check that for a tape recorder, any kind of electronics.”
A quick wanding revealed the presence of a mini-camera and a video-enabled cell phone. Olivia pointed to the sign on the wall informing patrons that neither photo nor videophones were allowed on the premises. She quickly relieved the woman of her contraband and searched the phone for photos and video. She keyed Ian’s receiver.
“Yeah, Olivia, what’s up?”
“We’ve got a reporter here who sneaked a videophone into the club. How do you want to handle the situation?” She watched with amusement. Janine’s mouth worked like a grounded fish.
Ian practically growled. “Bring her to my office, along with anyone she came in with.”
“Will do.” She turned to Gabriel. “Escort Ms. Casey to Ian’s office, please. Tell him I’ll join them in a moment.” She hurried to the control room and directed the tech to roll back the footage until she located Janine Casey and her companions. There were three of them. She keyed her radio and instructed three of her men to intercept the intruders and escort them to Ian’s office. She bounced on the balls of her feet while the protesting reporters were hauled out of the various rooms and taken to the manager’s office. It’d been a while since she’d had this much fun. She grinned at the tech. “Later, dude, gonna go scare the crap out of some reporters.”
“Humph,” the man growled. “Lucky duck.”
She really needn’t have bothered going to Ian’s office, but she couldn’t help herself. His booming voice directed her to enter when she knocked on the door. She raised an eyebrow at the sight of Allie sitting behind Ian’s desk. Her friend was having entirely too much fun giving the reporters a dressing-down.
“Any establishment has the right to deny service to any individual,” she informed them. “In addition to that, you violated the club’s policy of no electronic recording devices on the premises.” She folded her arms over her chest and leaned back in the chair, looking at Ian over her shoulder. “You want me to charge them with trespassing? I can do that. I could probably dredge up a few other charges, too, if I try hard enough.”
Ian glared at each reporter in turn. “I want the memory cards from the cameras, and I want those phones wiped clean.”
“Not a problem,” Olivia acknowledged. She took a seat next to one of the male reporters, smiling sweetly. “How you doing? Phone, please.” In a matter of minutes, she’d wiped every phone and camera and had given Ian the thumbs-up.
“All right, get out, all of you, and if I catch you anywhere near this property, I will press charges. Understood?”
Olivia nodded to her security contingent, and the invaders were escorted out. She looked at Allie, an eyebrow cocked in question.
Allie merely shrugged. “What can I say? It was fun.”
Olivia snorted. “Right.” She got smoothly to her feet and gave them a little wave. “You kids have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
Allie sighed dramatically and smiled at Ian. “She never lets me have any fun.”
Ian laughed. “Somehow, I think you manage anyway.”
Olivia laughed and opened the door, then pointed at Allie. “Behave yourself. I work here.” Pulling the door shut, she didn’t hear Allie’s rebuttal. She hurried down the hallway, adjusting the volume on her earpiece, and slammed into Noah’s rock hard chest.
She stifled a groan when he pressed her against the paneled wall and kissed her.
“There’s just no place to run, is there, pet?”
Chapter Four
Noah looked up when Olivia stepped into the control room. He was already in the process of reviewing the security recordings. “Nice job handling those reporters,” he told her, nodding at the monitor. “I don’t understand why people in America insist on referring to my establishments as sex clubs.”
She rolled her eyes. “You can’t possibly be that naive, Noah. You chose to open this club in a country founded by Puritans and currently run by the religious right. What is it you don’t understand?”
He couldn’t help himself and laughed—loud. “You’re really pissed at me, aren’t you?”
Another eye roll. “My emotion, or lack thereof, is neither here nor there. You’re in the middle of the Bible Belt, sugar. If you were anywhere but New Orleans, you’d have fundamentalists up the wazoo out front, every one of them crying for your blood for attempting to corrupt the poor, weak-minded sinners of the world. You cannot afford that kind of publicity in the South.” She pointed at the video monitor. “That cannot be allowed to happen again. Who the hell let her in without checking her for contraband?”
Noah frowned. “That would be Gordon Combs.”
She practically growled. “Then Gordon Combs is out of here. We can’t afford fuck-ups like that. I deleted several photos of the governor’s son humping some debutante on the dance floor. Her skirt was practically to her waist, and he had his hands between her ass cheeks. I swear he was finger fucking her right on the dance floor.” She pulled out a chair and sat down. “That shit ever makes it to the front page, the politicians will eat you alive. They’ve lost control of the city, so they’re chomping at the bit to find something to take people’s minds off of how bad it’s gotten here.”
“Point taken. Fire him.”
She nodded and rolled her shoulders. “Consider it done.”
He rolled his office chair next to hers and lifted her feet onto his lap. When she tried to move, he held on firmly. “I just want to help you out of these shoes, kitten.” He unbuckled the ankle straps and gently massaged her aching feet.
She sighed, then stiffened. The video from the Friday night fantasy came onto the screen. BDSM was apparently the theme for the evening, and the guests were clothed for the occasion in black leather. In the far corner of the room, a masked man restrained a woman spread-eagle to a slanted table. Once she was secure, he gathered the toys of the trade and bent to his task. Clamps were tightened onto her distended nipples, and he began flogging her lightly. Pleased with her reaction, he leaned between her legs and began eating her pussy until she was humping his face. When he decided she was appropriately aroused, he shoved one end of a massive double-headed dildo into her pussy, then squirted lubricant on the other end and slid it into her ass. The woman’s eyes widened, and she screamed.
Noah studied Olivia’s reaction to what she was seeing. While she found the practices she was observing somewhat distasteful, she was definitely aroused. He watched her scan the other activity in the room.
Doms petted their submissives—women and men collared and leashed. Women with bound breasts; men with cock and ball restraints. There was the governor’s son being spanked by a lea
ther-clad dominatrix. Neither practice seemed to appeal to her, thank God. Then her eyes went to a woman bent over a submission stand, wrists and ankles cuffed wide apart, while a man fucked her from behind, occasionally spanking her bare bottom. The camera angle changed to show the woman’s face, her eyes glazed with pleasure, her mouth working in a wordless cry.
“You like that.” It wasn’t a question, and she didn’t insult him by denying it.
She looked at him. “It’s . . . erotic. I suppose. To be restrained, taken from behind like that, unable to participate. Dependent on your partner for your pleasure. Would I be interested in pursuing something like that on a regular basis? No.”
His hands massaged her calf. “Ian left with your friend. We’re alone. Would you like to play?” He watched her eyes skitter from the erotic scene before her, to him, then back. “Nothing rough, pet.” His fingers crept higher, teasing her inner thigh. “I could make you come like that, love. Bend you over that stand and fuck you so deep.”
When he slipped a finger under the hem of her panties, she gasped. “You’re so wet, kitten.” His voice was soft, cajoling. A quick swipe through her slit covered his finger with her silky essence. He held it up for her to see, then put it between his lips and sucked the cream away. “If watching her gets you off, imagine how much pleasure you’d get from letting me fuck you like that.”
She was going to let him. He watched her swallow, saw her nostrils flare. He placed her feet on the floor, pulled her up and led her from the room. Neither of them spoke while they made their way back to the fantasy room. There were any number of toys available for their use, but he led her straight to the submission stand.
Moving behind her, Noah unzipped the silk dress and carefully draped it over a spreader bar. She hadn’t worn a bra, and he slid his hands up and around her ribcage and cupped her breasts. He inhaled the delicate scent of magnolia, fingereing her nipples. He gave them a hard pinch, and she rewarded him with a moan. Interesting. “Take off your panties and lean against the bar.”
He undressed and stepped up behind her. “Spread your legs.” She did, and he leaned down, cuffing each ankle to the base of the stand. “Now bend over.” When she hesitated, he gave her bottom a stinging swat. She immediately complied, panting. He walked around in front or her and cuffed her wrists in place.
She lifted her upper body until her mouth was level with his jutting cock and he groaned when her tongue reached out to lick the tip. “You want to suck my cock?”
“Yes. Come closer.”
Her mouth closed around him, and he thought he’d died and gone to heaven. She didn’t waste time trying to tease him with delicate nibbles or tantalizing licks. Not his Olivia. She took him deep, sucking expertly, drawing on him skillfully. Good Lord, much more of this and he wouldn’t last long. “That’s enough.” He withdrew, casessed her cheek, then walked around behind her.
She had a spectacular bottom. Round and firm. A man could bounce a quarter off that backside. “This ass is a thing of beauty, kitten.” He kneeled down and took the cheeks in his hands, lifting her onto her toes.
He kissed the pinked flesh where he’d swatted her, then opened her labia with his thumbs. “What’s this? Creaming already?” He angled his head and lapped at her opening, making her squirm. “Ask me to eat your pussy.”
Again, her stubbornness kept her silent and he treated her to another crack on her ass. She cried out and he watched her pussy clench, filling with cream. “Ask me, Olivia.”
“Eat my pussy.”
He struggled to withhold a bark of laughter. She hadn’t asked, she’d demanded. He swatted her again, then slid a finger into her. She tightened around him and tried to push against him, but he removed his finger and smacked her ass.
“Ah, ah, ah. Be still. Ask me to eat your pussy.” Again, she refused, and he shoved two fingers inside her, stroked twice, then removed them.
“Will you please eat my pussy?” she gasped.
Noah chuckled. “Yes, darling, I will,” he answered, then leaned in for a long, deep taste of her.
She was very vocal, his kitten. Such noises! When he lapped, she moaned. When he nibbled her outer lips, she groaned. When his tongue teased her clit, she cried out, begging for more.
He’d lived for centuries, had fucked hundreds of women, but none stirred his loins like this one. He wanted to fuck her in every conceivable way possible. Wanted to cover her in silks and furs. Wanted to protect her from danger. Each finger should have a diamond. Precious gems should grace her earlobes and caress the slim column of her graceful neck. Every inch of her body should be pampered and worshiped. But she’d never stand for it. Olivia Sheppard would never stand for being a kept woman. She would be his equal or nothing at all.
Suddenly, he couldn’t wait a minute longer. He shot to his feet, parted the cheeks of her ass, and rammed his cock into her weeping pussy. She cried out, and he withdrew most of the way before plunging again. “Yes, you like getting fucked from behind, don’t you?”
“God, yes!”
“I love fucking you. Your pussy’s so tight and hot. Just knowing I made it that way is such a turn-on. Tell me how you want me to fuck you, kitten.”
“Harder, Noah. Faster.” He lunged deeper, and she howled. “Yes! Like that. Oh! God, I’m going to come so hard.”
He slowed his pace. “Not yet, love.”
He fucked her with slow, deep strokes, savoring the feel of her pussy gripping him so tightly. Lord, she felt like she’d been made just for him, like her pussy was the perfect fit for his cock, a puzzle piece fitting exactly right, completing the picture.
So, this is what it felt like, finding your mate. He hadn’t understood until now. He knew now what Ian had felt, and why his brother had mourned the loss of his mate so deeply. If anyone so much as harmed a hair on Olivia’s head, there would be hell to pay.
She was moaning loudly now, begging him to finish her. “I’ll finish you, kitten,” he growled, and lunged. He plunged into her, lunging deep, corkscrewing his hips, and her cries filled the air. She screamed when she came. Her pussy clamped around his cock, drawing his seed from him in jolting spurts that had him jerking against her. He buried himself to the hilt.
“Jesus,” Olivia gasped. “That was . . . intense.”
Curved over her, he placed soft kisses down her back and slid from her to kneeel and undo the ankle restraints. “Very intense. You’re the most responsive woman I’ve ever known, kitten. But did you enjoy it?” He ambled around and undid the cuff around her wrists, then helped her to stand.
She thought about it for a moment. “Well, obviously that was me screaming like a banshee. Would I want to do it regularly? I don’t think so. Not my cup of tea.”
He helped her into her dress and zipped it for her. “I must say I’m relieved you didn’t care for some of the other activities, but I do admire your adventurous spirit.”
Olivia laughed, locked the door behind her and followed him out. “Good Lord, did you see the governor’s son, trussed up like a Sunday chicken? Definitely not into all that humiliation crap.”
Catching him by surprise, she snagged his shirt and hurled him against the wall, pressing her body tight against his. “But if you ever try that macho bullshit with me again, I might just truss you up like a chicken and leave you for your employees to find. Are we clear on that?”
It was a struggle not to laugh because she had no idea what she was dealing with. She simply didn’t possess the strength to subdue him, but she didn’t need to know that, yet. He merely leaned forward and kissed her. “Perfectly clear, darling.”
* * * *
Olivia pretended to doze in the car while Noah drove her home. The man was a conundrum—the perfect gentleman, loving and sweet, one moment, then decadently possessive the next. Which was the real Noah Lazarus? And why had someone felt compelled to warn her about him? What did the runner mean when telling her that Noah was not what she thought he was, that he was dangerous? She was about to op
en her eyes and ask him when he pulled in front of her condo.
“Did you work it out?” he asked, amusement lighting his eyes.
“Work what out?”
“Whatever it was you were pondering so intensely. I could almost hear the gears turning in your head. What is it, Olivia?”
She gaped at him, then closed her mouth so hard her teeth clacked. “How do you do that? It’s damned creepy.”
Noah laughed. “Easy. You didn’t quite get your breathing right.”
She snorted in disgust. “Guess I’ll have to work on that.”
“In the meantime, care to tell me what’s troubling you?” He got out of the car and came around to her side. Ever the gentleman, he opened the door and handed her out.
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