by B. L. Wilde
A few moments later, I felt the bed move and knew Oliver must have joined me. “Keep those eyes closed until I say so, Jade.” I heard his voice just as he parted my legs.
Damn, with my eyes closed, I could feel everything.
Slowly, he ran his hands down both my legs, his touch sending me into a frenzy. He made his way up my body and began grazing my ribcage with his fingertips; his touches were so different than before in the living room. They were feather light, but just as intense.
When he finally palmed my breasts, pulling slightly on my hardened nipples, I groaned and arched up to him.
“Oh, Baby, you really have a lot of sexual frustration to release, don’t you? I can help you with that.” I thought this guy was an industrial CEO—not a sex expert.
“Ugh…please, Oliver,” I yearned, fisting the sheets behind me as I felt his hot mouth clamp down on my right nipple.
“Keep those eyes shut,” he breathed, moving to lavish my other nipple. “I promise you won’t regret it.” It was difficult not to obey him while he was playing my body so well. “Jade, you have no idea how much I want you,” he snarled, biting down on my nipple as he sucked it into his mouth. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman and more.” He knew that just from one night with me? Damn, I was good.
I felt him use his body to part my legs more as his hands slowly trickled farther down my stomach. I was gasping, waiting for his fingers to touch me where I needed him the most.
“I can feel how much you want this,” he murmured against my ear as he began to make small circles against my entrance. “Do you want this, Jade?” Oliver asked, pushing against my opening.
“YES!” I wasn’t sure if it was an answer or a plea, but I felt him chuckle against my skin before he slowly began to ease his fingers in and out of me.
“Can you feel that?” Oh, I really could. I nodded, catching my breath as his lips descended on my nipple again. His attack was relentless. I was squirming and yet I needed more. I wanted it faster, but when I began to beg, it only made him slow down.
“Just feel it, Jade,” he cooed. “You’ll get there…enjoy the journey.” His voice was pure sex and I knew immediately what he meant. I was becoming wetter and wetter with every passing second, and could feel a small fire in the pit of my stomach. It was happening; I just needed to be patient.
Oliver shifted on the bed, and I felt his body cover mine while he was still working me with his fingers. He was naked, and his cool flesh against my heated skin felt incredible.
“Mm…let’s awaken that desire again, shall we?” he purred into my neck. I was panting as I felt him kiss his way down my body. Oh, please say he was heading where I thought he was!
When I felt his lips against my stomach, I called out his name almost like a prayer.
“I love the way my name sounds coming from your lips, Jade.” Desperate to open my eyes at that moment, I felt his shoulders shift my legs farther apart. Oh, he was… Before I could even finish my thoughts, he’d parted my folds and had taken a long, slow lick against my clit.
“Argh!” My eyes snapped open from the pleasure racing throughout my body.
“Hush now,” he soothed from between my legs. “And those eyes better still be closed. You’ll feel this more, I promise.”
“Jesus—Oliver, what are you doing to me?” That was the real me asking. I could feel him chuckle against my heat before he sucked my clit into his mouth. Forcing my eyes shut, I became a slave to his touch.
He alternated between licking and sucking, and when he began to insert his fingers into my entrance, I could feel the burning in my stomach begin to rise.
“Oh…Oh…Oliver!” I was thrashing against his mouth, my orgasm hitting me like a freight train. My hands found his hair and I gripped it tightly while he coaxed me through my climax with his tongue.
Having never felt so completely spent before, I wasn’t even able open my eyes. I could feel Oliver’s lips make their way back up my body while I tried to regain some sense of normality.
“You can open your eyes now,” he purred when his lips were against my neck.
“Who the hell are you?” I gasped, gazing into his dark, lustful eyes when I opened mine.
“I’m Oliver Kirkham. We met downstairs earlier, remember?” he teased, stroking my face.
“Oliver, I’ve never—and I mean never—had an experience as intense as that before.”
“Business isn’t the only thing I’m good at,” he winked, leaning down to capture my lips with his. I could taste myself on him and groaned. Christ, it was beyond hot! “I’ve never been this physically attracted to anyone before, either. Jade, I want to devour you.” His hands ran down the left side of my body and I was helpless, lost in his words as he continued. “Will you let me devour you? You have no idea how much my body is aching for you.” All I could do was nod as I gave in, giving Oliver complete control over me.
It was just one night. Tomorrow I would get back to the real reason I was here.
“I want to worship you all night,” he whispered, hovering over me before stretching to grab a condom. As he did so, I finally got a chance to look at his naked form. I’d been right, Oliver had an amazing body, and I was looking forward to getting my hands on it.
“Is that a promise?” I giggled, wriggling underneath him once he was back on top of me.
“If your client doesn’t mind you falling asleep at your meeting tomorrow, I could arrange that.”
“What about you? Aren’t you here for a conference? You need your sleep, too.”
“I can live on four hours of sleep a night.” Oliver moved to look at the clock on his nightstand before putting the condom on his impressive length. I couldn’t believe that had been inside me; no wonder I felt so full. “By my calculations, I have another three hours until I need to go to sleep,” he teased, grinding his erection against my entrance.
“Three hours sounds good to me,” I beamed, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Maybe even four,” Oliver smirked, leaning down to capture my lips with his. As his tongue darted in to meet mine, I felt his hands lift my hips up, and with one swift motion he was inside me again.
We both groaned at how good it felt. Oliver began to pound into me at a fast pace while I clung to him. I couldn’t make sense of anything. All I knew was that I never wanted the night to end.
I lay in the darkness hours later, staring into space. What the hell had just happened?
Targets weren’t supposed to be this amazing, especially after only the first connection. I fought with the feelings inside my head all night as I struggled to sleep. My judgment had been so clouded by my lust for this man.
I wasn’t attached—not yet, anyway—but I could see that happening if I let the sex-driven side of me control the mission.
Oliver was an incredible lover. He was rough and gentle, and that was a dangerous mix. Hell, he was the male version of me in the bedroom. I could never let him see that side of me; otherwise, my cover would be blown.
Oliver had been attracted to the shy, innocent wallflower that had been perched at the bar—not the hellcat I really was. Shy Jade was the character I needed to portray from that moment on.
Somehow, I had to force the real me back and concentrate on the job at hand. I should have been thankful. At least I was going to get two months of amazing sex out of it, as well as my salary for the mission.
I just had to make sure I stayed focused.
I stretched to find the bed empty when I woke up. My body had never felt so relaxed that I could recall, but that might have had something to do with all the orgasms last night. I lost count after number seven.
Wrapping one of the sheets from the bed around myself, I went in search of Oliver. His suite was huge; I’d checked two rooms before I found him showered and dressed, eating breakfast at the dining room table.
“I was just about to wake you. Would you care for some breakfast?” He gestured toward the spread in front of hi
m.
“Um…I might just take a shower. I’m not really a breakfast person.” Why was I being so truthful with him?
“Jade, breakfast is the most important meal of the day,” he tutted. “Won’t you at least have some tea or coffee?”
“Coffee sounds good,” I smiled, taking a seat and wrapping the sheet tighter around my body. I don’t know why I was so self-conscious. Oliver had seen it all last night—in great detail, I might add.
He poured me a cup of the steaming hot liquid and then asked, “How are you feeling?”
“Very relaxed,” I giggled, running my hands through my hair. Damn, I should have brushed it before I came looking for him.
“I wonder why that is,” he winked, stretching to pick up his phone. “Excuse me for a second, Jade. I won’t be but a moment.” Nodding, I watched him walk out onto the balcony to make a call.
I needed to ensure a second date before I left this morning. There was no doubt that Oliver would want to see me again, but I had to push aside the fact I wanted to see him again.
“Sorry about that,” he said, snapping me out of my thoughts. “My office never sleeps.”
“It’s fine,” I smiled shyly, trying to get back into character. I came here to do and job—a job I was good at. Damn it, I wouldn’t allow myself to fall for his charms!
“What are your plans for later?” Oliver asked, tilting my chin up so he could look me in the eyes.
“I’ll be meeting my client this afternoon.”
“What about after?”
“I don’t have any plans.”
“Well, you do now,” he grinned, leaning down to peck my lips. “Last night was…incredible. Thank you.”
“I feel as if I should be thanking you,” I exhaled. “I never knew it could be that intense.”
“It’s all about reading what your body wants.” His eyes were growing dark with lust, and I held the sheet tighter around my body, trying to control the desire that was seeping through my veins. “For instance,” he continued, taking my hand and making me stand, “right now, I can tell you want me to touch you.”
“H…how can you tell?”
“Your breathing is deeper.” Smirking, he moved my hand that was holding onto the sheet. “You keep swallowing, trying to control what you’re denying yourself,” he whispered, undoing the thin material and letting it drop to the floor so I was standing naked before him. “And now I see the evidence.” He chuckled, running his thumbs over my hard nipples before dipping his hand lower into my dripping wet sex. “Oh Jade, I can read you so well already,” Oliver smoldered, leaning down to attack one of my nipples with his mouth while his fingers moved in and out of me. I braced myself, using the table to try and stay upright while attempting to adjust to his sudden attack. He had me yelling out his name within minutes.
“You’re so desirable, Jade,” he groaned into my ear. I couldn’t even speak. “Will you let me take you out to dinner tonight?” He slowly removed his fingers from inside me as he asked the question.
“Yes,” I gasped, trying to catch my breath. Oliver grinned and then pecked my lips.
“I need to get going, but help yourself to anything you’d like, and you’re welcome to take a shower here if you want. I’ll meet you at the bar tonight. Let’s say…seven?”
“That sounds perfect,” I beamed. Oliver kissed me once more, and with a smirk on his face, he left. He didn’t even wash his hands. Why did I find that so hot?
I smiled to myself—alone in his hotel room already. Oliver Kirkham really made it too easy for me. After I had a shower and got changed, I began snooping around his things; chances were I probably wouldn’t get lucky the first time. The blueprints I was looking for were top secret, after all, but even a hint of where the hard drive might be was a start.
I attempted to access his laptop but couldn’t. I’d need to work on gaining his passwords for all his computer files first. The only paper files in his room were all related to the industrial conference that he was heading this weekend, so I was out of luck there, too.
With a deep sigh I gave up, knowing there was nothing there.
I checked in with headquarters when I got back to my room, letting them know I’d made first contact with the target and had secured a second date this evening.
“What’s he like?” Sonia asked.
“Very professional,” I lied. I couldn’t really tell her the truth—that Oliver was the most amazing lover I’d ever had.
“Where did you spend last night?”
“In his bed.”
“Good girl. Keep me informed.” With that, Sonia hung up.
After the phone call, I got myself ready for the day. I still had to play the part of an interior art designer even though I wasn’t one. All Seductors had proof of their fake identities, including business cards, a working office with phones that were really routed back to headquarters, and fake backgrounds that would be found if the target did a check. Of course, we had a different identity for each case, too; nothing was ever left to chance. There was a reason The Seductors were at the top of their game. It was because of the detailed planning that was done before any mission was undertaken.
Having not been in years, I spent my afternoon touring around London, and I had to admit the shopping was amazing. I lost track of the hours I spent on Oxford Street.
When I returned to the hotel later that afternoon I loaded down with bags. I may have gone a little overboard, but I knew Oliver was taking me out to dinner tonight, so I had to buy a new cocktail dress. That, of course, meant I needed new shoes. Then I thought: why not go the whole way with some sexy underwear? That would drive him crazy.
I needed to up my game tonight and take control of the situation, and my outfit was just the beginning.
Chapter Three
Oliver arrived at the bar later that evening, looking more dashing than the night before in a custom tailored, grey striped suit.
“You look stunning, Jade,” he smiled, pulling me close to his body as he kissed my cheek. I could feel his hands graze down my bare back and knew I’d chosen my dress well; it was already driving him wild. The red dress was very short and very tight, and the thin, crisscrossing straps were the only material on my back. I got the feeling Oliver liked that a lot. “I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he whispered, stroking my arms softly. It was time to play the game; I’d had my fun last night, but now I needed to get to work.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day, too,” I muttered without looking at him. I was trying to play the shy, insecure woman he wanted.
He tilted my chin and I was met with his blistering gaze. “Don’t be afraid of your feelings, Jade.”
“I’ve only known you for a day, Oliver. I can’t trust them right now.”
“Why not?” he frowned, still cupping my face.
“You’ve awakened feelings in me I never knew existed, and I’m afraid of what tomorrow will bring. We both leave in the morning.”
“You think I won’t want to see you once we’re back in America?” he smirked, his thumb slowly running over my lips. I parted them with a gasp; this man’s touch was something else. I could feel the inferno from last night begin to burn me from the inside out. “Come on, let me take you to dinner. We have much to discuss.” He took my hand in his and led me outside to a waiting limo.
“Are you trying to impress me, Oliver?” I giggled, hitting his chest playfully.
“Is it working?”
“A little,” I grinned before stepping into the sleek vehicle. I was definitely impressed. It seemed that Oliver had gone all out tonight, with soft music playing in the background, champagne chilling in a glass ice bucket, and two polished glasses waiting to be filled. “Oh my,” I giggled as he joined me. “I’m not used to this sort of treatment.”
“You should be. Jade, you deserve to be worshipped every single day,” Oliver murmured against my ear before moving to open the champagne.
“I don’t know what to say to
that,” I blushed, playing with the hem of my dress. Oh, poor little insecure Jade. Judging by the way Oliver was watching me, he was falling for it, too.
“How was your meeting?” he asked, handing me a glass of the golden liquid.
“Fine. I showed my clients a few pieces by Pierre Dubois. He’s a new name in modern art. They may make an offer on two of the paintings I suggested.”
“Have you always had a passion for art?” he asked with interest. I smiled, watching Oliver undo his jacket buttons and get comfortable in the back of the limo.
“Yes. I always wanted to have a job that involved doing what I love. Art means a lot to me.”
“Do you think you might have room on your client list for me?”
“You really want to utilize my time?” I gasped. “I thought that was just a trick to get me into your bed.”
Oliver’s eyes became hungry as he raked them over my body. “We could have these discussions in my bed. I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” he smoldered, lightly tracing my leg with his fingertips.
“I’m not sure I’d get any work done,” I mused, sipping my champagne.
“Mm…you might be right,” Oliver smiled, leaning in to capture my lips with his. I almost dropped the glass I was holding when his tongue darted into my mouth and slowly began to dance with mine. Shit, he could really kiss. I tried to fight back the desire, but it was already filling every inch of my body. “Maybe I should take this,” he chuckled, grabbing the glass from me and placing it, along with his own, on the small bar. He then pushed a button that made a privacy screen slide up, blocking the driver’s view of us. “Mm…that’s better.” While pulling me toward him, his hands began pushing my dress up around my thighs. “Fuck, you have amazing legs.” With a groan, he grabbed me roughly. I threw my head back when I felt his fingers sweep over my panty-covered sex. “You have no idea how much I want you right now.” Oliver’s voice was hoarse and full of obvious desire.