“You think so?” I snorted a laugh, stepping away.
He caught me by the skirt and yanked me against him. He swept a hand up my leg and under damp panties. He slipped a finger into wetness. “Seems pretty obvious, baby.”
Wrenching away, I slapped him hard and the sting felt good. “Still think so?”
I turned away and he caught my wrist. “Please, don’t, Bradley.”
He ran me backward, pinning me against the wall. “You mean ‘please fuck me, Bradley.’” His words buffeted against my lips, as he pressed against me.
I tried to push him away. “Let me go.”
He fisted my hair so I couldn’t turn away. “Never.” He covered my mouth, fucking me with his tongue. The kiss was long ravaging and I bit down hard.
“Jesus,” he growled. He wiped his mouth and smeared blood over his lower lip. “I suppose I deserved that.”
A myriad of emotions nearly overwhelmed me, but trumping everything was this man—this gorgeous, angry—bleeding man. And as insanely ill-advised as this was—I practically vibrated with desire for him.
Tentatively, I leaned closer. “I can make that better.” My lips moved gently over his as I licked the blood away.
He bowed his head, nuzzling my cheek. “I’m in deep, Gracie…I can’t work…can’t get any sleep.” His warm breath rushed over my throat and neck. “All I think about is you…” His lips closed over pulsing flesh and he sucked hard enough to leave his mark.
“Bradley…” I whimpered. My traitorous, aching body rubbed against him ready to surrender.
“Don’t say no.” His raw, whispered demand sent a shudder of arousal through me. How would I ever be able to live without his lovemaking? Bold, sensual and attuned to my body like no man I had ever been with.
He carried me across the room. Strong fingers cupped my ass cheeks, digging into flesh. With a sweep of his arm, he cleared off his desk and tossed up my skirt.
He unzipped his jeans and pushed the knit boxers down, exposing that beautiful cock, ready and powerful.
I lifted my gaze and kept my stare cool. “This is not make up sex.“
His eyes filled with raw lust and a hint of anger. “Stop lying, Gracie. You know you want this.”
I gasped as his fingers moved along the inside of my thighs, lightly playing the sensitive flesh. I reached for his velvet-taut hardness and stroked. Strong, sensuous lips twitched, and he groaned softly.
He hooked his finger into the crotch of my thong. “I said no panties.” He ripped them off, tossing the shredded lace aside.
From the start, Bradley had been an amazing lover. An exciting dominant giver of multiple orgasms. And at this moment I was so fucking hot for him I might come in seconds.
He pulled my ass to the edge of the desk and toyed with my folds, stimulating my clit until I was ready and willing to do anything.
“Spank me.” I cried, as a powerful orgasm rocked my body. He raised my knees and shoved his cock in deep.
“No spanking.”
He withdrew slowly and thrust in hard. “Such a gorgeous wet cunt.” He rocked my ass back and slammed into me. This was heart-pounding, down and dirty fucking. Exactly what we both needed.
“Jeezus, Bradley,” I gasped, loving the feel of his cock inside me, filling me up, teasing out ripples of post-orgasm pleasure.
“You feel incredible,” he growled.
“Why not punish me?” I taunted. “I should think you’d enjoy a good ass-slapping.”
His jaw flexed then tightened. “You wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week.”
THIRTY-FOUR
YOU CAN LOOK up the definition for make up sex in the Urban dictionary: Rough and extremely gratifying sex had after an argument.
That wasn’t what happened in Bradley’s office. We had argued and we had enjoyed some angry raw fucking, but we weren’t ready to make up.
Our attraction, however, was back with a vengeance. Ask anyone at the shoot.
The steamy looks, how our gazes lingered—the way he caught my hand and pulled me to him. But the real proof of attraction happened when I placed a drop of Wet body wash behind his ear and nuzzled. Bradley turned and kissed me wildly, ferociously and publicly.
“Cut!”
The kiss continued well beyond the director’s call, which turned out to be sexy-funny. “I’m gonna need a cold shower break,” Corey wailed.
After the spot wrapped we were alone together in the wardrobe trailer. Bradley spoke first, breaking the silence. “You realize that kiss of ours is going to be the talk of the agency.”
“Then you shouldn’t have kissed me like that.” I sniffed, pulling on soft black leggings, my go-to plane travel comfort wear.
“And you shouldn’t have kissed me back.” He shrugged out of the baseball jacket. Those gorgeous blue eyes went all sensitive and tender.
A big part of me wanted to grab him and kiss him again until we were both breathless and shirtless and pantless.
Instead, I apologized. “I should have told you I was meeting Troy. But I was pretty sure you’d discourage it and I needed to at least try for some closure.”
“Everything I did, I did for your protection.”
“And I adore you for it, but you also withheld information from me. Your investigation into my case—you even hired security without consulting me. I’m a big girl, Bradley, you should have let me in on the plan.”
I expected a clash of brows or a frown, but his gaze remained vulnerable. Something else niggled at him.
“You kissed him back.”
The fact that he referenced the kiss on the sidewalk gave me hope. Troy’s kiss had taken me by surprise. And I had returned his kiss, a colossal misstep, which I needed to own. But the realization that Bradley cared so much renewed my strength. Made me want to fight for us.
I bit my lip and nodded. “The meeting with Troy was emotional and nostalgic. I got swept away in the moment.”
His gaze remained wary. “Nothing more than that?”
I eyeballed him back slightly annoyed. “What about the woman formerly and presently known as wife?”
“She’s off townhouse shopping in Georgetown.” Bradley had always been blunt about his situation with his ex and he didn’t try to smooth talk me now. “I’m afraid Claire is part of the baggage I come with—take me or leave me.”
“I assume she stayed at your mother’s the whole time we were…” I didn’t want to use the word fighting. “The whole time we were…”
“Not together?” Bradley offered, a hint of smile in his eyes. “Nothing happened, Gracie.” He stepped closer and tilted my chin so we were eye to eye. “Claire and I are long over. What about you and Troy?”
“Thanks to you I’m still not sure of his motives, why he asked for the meeting in the first place. The whole thing is a nightmare.”
“Sorry I’m not sorry.”
I shook my head. “The real nightmare would be if you didn’t want to be with me anymore.”
His gaze softened, and for a moment I thought he might kiss me and make everything better. Issues magically resolved. Bradley and Gracie skip happily off into the California sunset together.
But he didn’t kiss me. Instead, he nearly broke my heart.
“Before you leave for L.A. do you want to have the talk?”
I swallowed. “The one where we agree to part ways, date other people?
“That would be the one.”
I stared into stormy blue eyes for a long time. “No.”
“You’re sure?”
My pulse rate skyrocketed. “Do you want to call it off?”
He shook his head. “No.”
I exhaled silently, near dizzy with relief.
He backed away then hesitated. “I almost forgot your plane ticket.” He got out his phone and pressed a few buttons. “Check your email.”
I confirmed the boarding pass and rental car reservation.
Sarah opened the trailer door and read the atmosphere. “I’l
l come back.”
“I was just leaving.” Bradley backed off.
“Where are you going?” I blurted out, not really wanting him to go.
“Back to the office, help Derek pull sniff test model selects. Later on, we’re heading over to Chelsea Piers. Seems I’ve found a new sparring partner.”
I nodded. “Have a good workout.”
He jammed his hands in his pockets. “When you get back we should talk.”
I pulled a V-neck tee over my head. “I’d like that.” I met his gaze and smiled.
“Have a safe flight, then.” He lingered a moment, and in that moment I wanted to reach out, ask him to drop everything and come with me.
He exited the trailer and I stood there, mouth slightly open, unable to say the words, and hating myself for it.
Spyder insisted on driving me to JFK and we made excellent time until we hit the Van Wyck Expressway. Twenty minutes from the airport, I received a text from Bradley.
Where are you?
I answered: Stuck in traffic on expressway.
I’m overprotective and possessive.
My heart did a little flip-flop. U R all that and more.
More?
I typed: You forgot control freak.
Yeah, that too.
I smiled. What are you going to do about it?
Check that giant carryall of yours.
Hold on. I grabbed my messenger bag.
I rummaged through the contents with no luck. Puzzled, I typed out: Nothing yet.
Dig deep.
My fingertips butted up against the smooth surface of a square box, and my heart skipped a beat.
I pulled the box out and gasped. It was the watch. Not just any watch—the watch.
Before I even opened the box, I grabbed my phone and texted. OMG Bradley. I love you so much.
I froze for a moment, staring at the words I’d just typed. I closed my eyes tight and pressed send.
I waited for an answer.
The airport swarmed with weekend commuters, but I managed to breeze through security even in a daze. I purchased a stack of trashy gossip magazines—a guilty flying pleasure—and made my way to Gate 55.
I checked my new watch for messages. Bradley and I had gotten cut off, and so far the only contact I had made was with his voice mail.
I looked down at the watch with the raspberry wristband and smiled. The color of my dress on our first date. Bradley had signed a small gift card and slipped it inside the box.
You’re all set to go, love. Just press the watch app on your phone to start pairing.
Stay in touch, Bradley
I stepped off the escalator and decided to follow two Virgin Atlantic flight attendants who led me straight to my gate. I glanced at my new watch—again.
The flight was already boarding, so I got in line.
“Let me help you with that.” A young male attendant stowed my carry-on while I settled into a first class lounger.
I stared at the empty seat beside me. All I could think about was Bradley and his breathless words after we’d fucked each other senseless in his office. “I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you, Gracie.”
Not half as much as I would miss him this weekend.
A glance out the window revealed an empty luggage cart pulling away from the airplane. I pushed back into the cool, plush leather seat and sucked in a deep breath.
My watch pulsed.
And the pulses quickened. A fuzzy pink heart throbbed on the small wrist screen. And there was an arrow symbol next to the name Bradley.
My heart danced to the beat on my wrist.
An overhead compartment slammed shut, jolting me back to plane cabin reality.
“I’ve got a tuxedo in this bag, any room to hang it up?”
I looked up and stared. Bradley stood beside the empty aisle seat.
The flight attendant reached for the suiter. “I’ll take care of that, sir.”
Still gawking, I sputtered out a silly question. “I sent you a text message, did you—?”
His eyes sparkled. “Did you receive my answer?”
I glanced at my watch and nodded. “I believe so.”
“Gracie—”
Before he could speak another word I was on my feet kissing his face and lips and nose and chin. His arms wrapped around me and held on tight—fiercely tight.
Husky gentle words brushed my cheek. “I love you, Gracie.”
A rush of tingles swept through me. Girl parts, toe parts, heart parts.
“Excuse me, sir. At this time, we ask that you and the young lady take your seats and prepare for departure.”
We settled in and all I could do is stare at him. “You never canceled your ticket.”
Gorgeous blue eyes went all sensitive and tender. “I’m not going lose you Gracie—not now or ever.”
I wanted to jump his bones. Make mad love to him from JFK to LAX, until we were both raw and exhausted.
And arrested.
That last part kept me in my seat.
He reached for my hand. “If I had known that the universe was going to gift me with you—that I would get stuck in a lift with the loveliest creature on earth…” He laced his fingers through mine. “I’m just grateful I found you.”
My pulse nearly pounded out of my chest. I needed to say the words out loud. “I love you, Bradley.”
He leaned well over the armrest to nuzzle the tip of my nose. “Madly?”
I nuzzled back. “Deeply.”
I continued to stare, unable to take my eyes off him. I could hardly believe he was here, on board the plane, sitting next me. “How on earth…how did you get here so fast?”
He grinned. “Chopper. Gotham Air—six minutes from Manhattan to JFK.”
“Bradley, you overwhelm me. To fall so hard so fast my first and only time.”
He stared. ”You’ve never been in love?”
I grabbed a menu from the seat pocket and fanned my burning cheeks.
Gently, he prodded the card out of my hands. “You know how I feel about your blush.”
“What we have together is so…and…” I frowned, at a loss for words again.
“And…?” He kissed the tip of my nose.
The more my heart filled with emotion, the more my brain went mute, inaccessible. All I could think about was the list we had made together.
“And…we have this kinky list that grows longer not shorter.”
“Not so fast—I’ve made a recent addendum to my old list.” He pulled the folded paper out of his shirt pocket and handed it over.
Outside the window, a blur of runway lights caught my eye. Our plane had left the gate.
I opened the notepaper carefully. I hadn’t thought about Bradley’s old list since that amazing, magical night in the elevator. I perused the numbers. “Nothing new here.”
“You might have a look at the last entry again.” His smile was downright electrifying.
71. Sex with someone I love.
I looked up into his dazzling eyes, the ones that had mesmerized me from our first night together.
“I believe that completes my old list.” He leaned close, the familiar scratch of his stubble brushed against my cheek. “Now, is there something on our list I can help you with?”
The jet rumbled down the runway, pressing us together. “Let’s begin with a kiss,” I whispered, “all the way through take off.”
Gracie and Bradley’s story continues in the
suspenseful, sensuous sequel,
COMING SOON!
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The Gentlemen of Scotland Yard
Pocket Books
An Affair with Mr. Kennedy
A Dangerous Liaison with Detective Lewis
A Lesson in Chemistry with Inspector Bruce
A Private Duel with Agent Gunn
Moonstone Investigations
Kensington Brava
The Seduction of Phaeton Black
The Moonstone and Miss Jones
The Miss Education of Dr. Exeter
This book is a work of fiction. All of the names, characters, organizations, locations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
THE DO IT LIST Copyright © 2015 Jillian Stone All rights reserved.
First Edition: June 2015
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