by Blue Saffire
He closed the distance between us, stalking like a cat, and locked eyes with me as he gracefully sank to his knees on the marble floor. Something switched, and the fevered passion I felt for him turned to a driving need for retribution. I knew how he could pay.
"I apologize for not telling you the entire truth. I can't apologize for seducing you, because I didn't. I wanted you, yes, but I didn't seek you out with the intent of climbing into your bed for information. I would never do that."
He reached up and cupped my ass with his hands, pulling me so his mouth rested against my pubic bone. A couple layers of fabric separated his lips from my flesh. The need to feel his tongue on my skin overwhelmed me. I reached behind my back, slowly, as to not reveal the tremor in my hand. The zipper slid down without a sound, and I pulled the dress from my torso. He lifted his face and it hit the floor in a golden pool of sparkling fabric.
His appreciation at my undergarments made them all the more worth it. The black corset hugged my body and amplified my curves, while the lace panties did nothing to hide what lay beneath from his eyes.
I didn't need to tell him what to do. He reached out and pulled the lace down my thighs, his fingernails grazing my chilled skin. The black lace sat at my feet with the dress. I stepped out of the mass of cloth and he followed, still on his knees sliding across the floor. He once again reached around and cupped my ass with his hands pulling me to his face, but this time no barrier stood between my flesh and his mouth. The second his tongue reached my clit, a bolt of hot arousal sparked deep inside. I dropped my head back and gripped his shoulders for support.
This was how lust was supposed to be. I'd never before felt this all-consuming passion with a man. It was terrifying and seductive, all swirled into a delicious mix, tempting commitment.
He pressed in deeper and I couldn't stop the gasp from escaping my lips. His hot tongue delved into me, licking from bottom to top, then repeating. If he didn't stop, I was going to come hard in his mouth. I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled, prying his mouth from me. His lips glistened from my arousal, and I let go of him with a shove.
He growled and climbed to his feet. Before he could pull out the erection tenting his pants, I had my dress on, adjusted, and my panties in hand.
He stared at me in shock, his mouth hanging open. It was a satisfying look on him, especially after how he'd treated me.
I stepped around him, careful not to let any part of me touch him. Before I passed him, I stood up on my tiptoes and kissed him right below his ear. He shuddered under my lips and I whispered, "We're even," before placing my panties in his hand and exiting the bathroom.
6
Alex
The light streamed in the hazy window across the bed. It didn't reach my eyes, so I ignored its subtle suggestion to rise for the day.
That woman. That woman. Ever since the moment she walked out on me, I'd had an erection that would not quit. Even as I lay in bed alone, it sat at full attention, begging for release.
I palmed it gently, a friction burn beginning to form from last night’s exertions. The curve of her white thighs came to mind the moment I began the familiar up and down motion. Last night was the sexiest encounter I think I'd ever had, and the taste and scent of her still lingered in my mind.
I stroked a little faster as I recalled the way she pulled my hair and shoved me away. No one had ever treated me in such a way during sex before. I never thought I had a kinky side, but the fantasy of her slapping me honed my senses to the memory of that sensation and caused my dick to grow harder. I thought about her glorious hair and those sexy curves encased in beautiful lingerie. She had a confidence about her she didn't even notice, but I did.
More than anything else, I imagined my name falling from her lips while she rode me, as I wanted her to do last night. I pumped up and down a few more times, my breath coming in pants as my balls tightened. Finally, I came with the thought of her fingernails digging into my back. Short, hot jets hit my hands and belly. My body shook as I came down from the high. I pumped gently a few more times to bring me all the way down before I let go of my dick and reached for a towel off to the side of the bed. I cleaned up, then lay staring at the ceiling.
Why did I take this job? I didn't need this complication in my life. I had to see her in court in twenty-four hours, but I didn't know if I could wait so long.
I let out a long breath and climbed to my feet, heading for the shower. The hot water might knock some sense into me. I'd known this girl for three days, and she'd burrowed under my skin more than any other had. I had let her in without even realizing.
I turned on the water and stuck my hand under the faucet while it warmed, doing everything in my power to focus on the present and not last night or yesterday morning. I flipped the shower on and stepped into the spray. It was so hot it almost scalded, but the heat comforted me as it sank into my skin and bones.
I washed quickly, but lingered to let the heat soak in more, slowly upping the temperature once my body adjusted. After a few moments, it became unbearable and I shut the water off. My skin was bright pink from the heat.
As I put on a T-shirt and shoved my legs into clean jeans, I recalled what she said about moving. It would take no time to figure out where she would be staying and go see her. We were both grown adults. We could talk this out and come to some sort of arrangement.
My mood improved by the time I finished dressing. Opening my laptop, I did a quick search in my private databases for her name. Sometime ago, I created a secret database on the dark web, allowing me to catch hits on people's names as they entered other computer systems. It wasn't entirely legal, but the dark web was like Reaver territory. No one went there unless they knew what they were doing.
There was a part of my life, back in Jersey, I wasn't proud of. Jimmy had pulled me from a life where I would have gotten killed, and showed me how to use my talent for hacking and sticking my nose where it didn't belong for better work. He's the one who gave me the job with Helena, working for the opposition. He wanted me to clone her cell phone while we were close in the limo. I hadn’t needed to, as she left her cell phone behind, but still, she and I came from two different worlds. She grew up with money and privilege. I simply grew up hoping to reach eighteen before someone shot me.
Her name popped up with a few hits, but I focused on a hit at the Ritz from yesterday and smiled. It was almost too easy. I stood, grabbed my jacket, and walked out the door. I smiled up at the early morning sun, feeling happy for the first time all weekend.
7
Helena
A knock on my hotel room door jarred me. The cold spoon hung from my mouth where it had delivered a bit of chocolate brownie ice cream. I pulled it out, shoved it into the pint, and went to the door. I hoped it wasn't about work. My yoga pants and T-shirt definitely said "Day off."
I opened it, stared at Alex for about ten seconds too long, and then released the door to close in his face. The bastard moved fast and stuck his foot in the opening before it could close. I turned and walked into my living room again, then gathered up the paperwork I had been perusing for the case. I wasn't about to help the competition.
He wandered in as if he'd been invited. "Nice hospitality."
I didn't even spare him a glance. "You weren't invited. What do you want?" I finished storing my paperwork, and then plopped into the comfortable position I had fortified with chocolate and blankets facing the TV.
He stood with his hands on his hips staring at me, but I pretended not to notice as I turned up the volume on Doctor Who. He cleared his throat, and I glanced over at him.
"I asked you what you wanted. You didn't answer. I resumed what I was doing."
He crossed in front of the TV and sat next to me on the couch. His scent, leather and Old Spice, reached me from the two feet he sat away, and I clutched the remote tighter in my palm. "I wanted to talk to you. I know we'll be working together, so we need to clear the air, start fresh."
I turned my up
per body toward him so fast, the messy bun on my head wobbled uncomfortably. "And do you seduce all your colleagues?"
He gave me that sexy grin. "Only the pretty ones."
I shook my head and turned back to the TV.
"Come on. You said last night we were even."
I chuckled. "Yes, we are even, but it doesn't mean we're friends now." I felt the sag in his shoulders from across the couch, and it sent a pang into my chest.
"I can't stop thinking about you."
"How is that my fault?"
"It's not. Like I said, I want to start over."
I moved to sit, fully facing him now. "Fine. We can start over. Properly. You can take me on a date."
His expression read confusion, but I knew he couldn't have mistaken my words.
"You heard me," I said. "You can take me on a date and we can officially start fresh."
He pursed his lips and rubbed his chin, grazing the sexy stubble with his fingers. Not that I was paying attention to anything sexy about him. "I thought…"
"You thought what? You could come over here and seduce me again with your charm and stupid grin?"
"No."
I stood, blood pumping in my veins now. "You thought you could get into my pants and leave again? Was that it? You can't stop thinking about me has to be code for I can't stop thinking about how much I want to fuck you, right?"
I tossed the remote on the table and walked to the place I had dumped the paperwork I tried to keep from him. Grabbing the pile in my arms, I hugged it to my chest before walking back and dumping it on his lap.
"I don't want to be an afterthought to any man again. I refuse. If this is some game to get this information, then take it and leave." I pointed to the door. I could see the droop in his posture, the tremor in his hand, and it almost made me regret my anger, almost.
He gathered the paperwork, stood, and set it all gently on the table. "Helena, if you would have me, I'd like to take you to dinner tonight."
Alex towered over me, but stayed a respectable distance away. Part of me wanted to punch him, while the other part wanted to throw him on the floor and get naked.
I took a deep breath and released my anger, slowly turning away from him. "Fine. But it better be nice, expensive, and have excellent champagne."
I caught the corner of his mouth twitching in my peripheral vision as he walked to the door. Before he left, he halted halfway out of the room.
"I'll be here at eight. Oh, and, Elizabeth Tucker. Look at her file again."
I spun around to look at him, but he slipped out before I could throw something at him. The bastard. And I'd agreed to go on a date with him. I ran my hands over my face groaning aloud. Why had fate decided to plague me with such men? Why couldn't I have a sexy man who treated me right and fucked me into oblivion whenever I wanted?
Later that night, he arrived exactly at eight, and I opened the door to the suave James Dean I met in the limo.
I didn't meet his eyes as I stepped out of the room and toward the elevator.
"You look lovely," he said, following me into the lift.
"Thank you." I wore a black wrap dress that hugged my curves in all the right places, and red suede heels to add a pop of color. My hair hung loose down my back, but the front coiled artfully off to the side to stay out of my face. I caught his gaze following the ends of my hair as it grazed my ass with each movement, and I liked it.
"So where are we going?" I asked, stepping out of the elevator into the pristine lobby. He extended his elbow, and I took it as he led me to a car out front. We both got into the back and fastened our seatbelts before he answered.
"I'm taking you to dinner where they have delicious, expensive champagne."
"And tell me…how does a dock hand afford that?" I asked, teasing him.
His lip curled at the corner and I smiled for him. "I have a few side jobs," he said.
"Ha-ha."
"Listen, it was part of the job I was tasked with. I was supposed to pick up certain information and report back. That was all. Obviously, things got out of hand."
I pursed my lips and tried to decide if I believed him as the car carried us to our destination.
The ride was incredibly short and we exited the car amidst an onslaught of paparazzi. They snapped a few photos before they realized we were nobody of importance, and we entered the restaurant unscathed. He gave his name to the hostess, and we were seated promptly.
As we settled in, I noticed celebrities crowded around us. Not huge names in film, but a CEO and his boyfriend sat close to us.
"So what do you think?" Alex asked. "Have you been here before?"
I adjusted the menu so it sat straight against the edge of the table before I answered. "No, I haven't, but I hear they have excellent champagne."
The waiter arrived, and before I could order, Alex grabbed my menu and placed an order for both of us. I usually would have called him out on it, but I felt guilty for being so hard on him earlier. I'd let him order and then yell at him if I didn't like the food he picked. It sounded much more fun.
The champagne arrived within minutes, and Alex waited for my reaction before taking a sip of his. I nodded my approval.
"So I'm forgiven then?"
I looked down into the glass before meeting his eyes. "We can start over and forget it all. This is our first date, first encounter, and so far, it's going well."
He smiled and my heart tightened in my chest. My concern built for after the meal, and whether I'd be able to keep my hands off him long enough to send him home without coming into my hotel room for unknown sexcapades. Probably not.
"You really do look beautiful."
I smiled because, after so long spending time with someone who didn't appreciate me, it felt nice to be beautiful to a man. Especially to someone even more traffic stopping than Jace.
"Thanks, you're beautiful too."
He grinned and I couldn't help but melt under that look.
"You're not the type of man to correct me and say," I adopted a deep mocking masculine tone, "No, I'm not beautiful, I'm handsome."
He chuckled. "No, beauty comes in all forms, and all forms, even the masculine, should be acknowledged."
The humor cleared my head. "I wish we'd met under different circumstances," I whispered.
"Oh, but we did. We can meet however you want. Let's see." He drew a hand up to his face and tapped his lip as if deep in thought. "We met at the party, and it was lust at first sight. You took me into the bathroom because you couldn't wait another minute for my mouth on yours."
My skin tingled at each word he spoke. The powerful feeling of having this man on his knees for me returned, and I wanted him all over again. "Maybe not a story to tell in public."
"Perhaps not, but we can always think on it fondly," he said.
"I'll think on both the real circumstances and the fantasy fondly," I replied.
The food was decadent and delicious as he'd promised, but I knew we both had something else on our minds.
Watching him eat remained a sensual experience all on its own. Every time those full lips closed over a piece of food or the rim of his glass, I imagined them on my skin. By the time we finished our meals, I ached for him.
The waiter came to take a dessert order, but I declined before Alex could order this time. He brought our check and Alex paid. We exited to more camera flashes and left.
The closer we got to the hotel, the higher the tension in the car grew. I itched to touch him, but I couldn't resist the anticipation of doing it right this time. I glanced over at him. He stared out the window while he flexed and wrung his hands quietly in his lap. He wanted me as much as I needed him.
8
Alex
The scent of her perfume unnerved me as I attempted to stare at the passing buildings, anything to keep from looking at her. If I did, I wasn't going to be able to help myself.
When the car arrived at the hotel, I opened the back door and extended my hand to help her out.
Everything with us was very polite, the air of perfect civility laced with sexual tension.
She looked lovely in her dress and I appreciated the view as I followed her into the hotel and then the elevator. Gently she reached out and intertwined her fingers with mine as we rode up. Her gentleness belied the glint I saw in her eye as she got out of the car.
I knew the second we were alone in her hotel room, we would be all over each other. I had no idea how this might play out, and the anticipation of whether we could remain civil, or if we would be going back to the night in the bathroom at the gala, pounded against my mind. I still wanted to feel those nails on my skin and hear her shouts echo off the walls.
We arrived outside her door, and she slid the keycard in the lock and slipped it out, taking her time. The little minx knew exactly what she was doing to me.
The second the door closed, she turned around and dropped her clutch to the floor. I was already reaching for her and encircled my arms around her waist to cup her ass. She arched into me, pressing her body along mine as she pressed her lips against my mouth. There was an edge to her kiss, a need matching my own.
She gripped the lapels of my jacket, peeled it off my arms, and tossed it away. I tried to figure out the zipper on the back of her dress as she began to unbutton the crisp white shirt. My cock strained in my pants and the need to be inside her almost overwhelmed me. I could have pressed her against the wall and taken her right there. She might not have minded, but I believed we were on the same page, wanting to do it right this time.
I broke away from her kiss and pulled the dress from her arms, where it joined my long discarded jacket. If it were possible, I grew harder at the sight of her bare flesh. She wore nothing under the dress; everything bare to my eyes. Had I known earlier, we might not have made it to dinner.
"Well?" she asked, gesturing to me. It took a moment for my mind to catch up and realize she wanted me naked too. I finished unbuttoning where she left off, and quickly removed my shoes. I felt like a teenager having sex for the first time. There was no grace in the way I quickly divested the rest of my clothing.