Impulse

by E. B. Walters

  Lex went still, then burst out laughing. Jillian lifted her head to watch him. He was truly magnificent. His nudity didn’t bother him. Even in repose, his cock was impressive. It rose under her gaze, and her eyes flew to his. Standard indeed.

  “Can I?” she asked.

  He pushed the wet tendrils of hair from her face. “Why?”

  “So I know how you like it.”

  He kissed her. “You already know. I can be rough. Maybe too rough. I think we broke the condom.”

  She giggled. No, that couldn’t be her. She never giggled. “That’s okay. I’m okay with rough and broken condoms.”

  “I’m not. You could get bruised and pregnant.”

  “I can handle anything you throw my way, mister. Even this beauty.” She threw her leg across his hips and rubbed his erection. He hissed. “And I have other protection in place.”

  “That’s good to know.” He shifted her so she lay on top of him. “I have a clean bill of health and haven’t had a partner in over six months.”

  What happened to a year? He’d said he hadn’t dated a woman in a year. He must have had one-night stands since then. “It’s been over a year for me,” she said.

  “So we can do this,” he lifted her, positioning her just above his erection. It lay across his stomach, just waiting to be repositioned.

  “Absolutely,” Jillian said, bracing herself on his broad chest. She reached down and guided him into her moist opening. Skin-on-skin. Tears rushed into her eyes as she sunk onto his lap and took all of him. When she looked up, Lex was staring at her with heavy-lidded eyes.

  “It’s your turn.” He flashed her a sexy smile. “Make me scream.”

  “I thought I already did.”

  He chuckled. “Do it again.”

  She rode him, starting slow, lifting herself until he was at the apex of her opening and sinking.

  “Faster,” he urged, reaching up to play with her nipples.

  She leaned forward and kissed him, but she kept lifting and sinking, feeling the full length of him. When tension rose and her body coiled tight with pre-orgasm, she leaned back, braced herself against his legs, planted her feet on the bed, and deepened the connection. Years of gymnastics made her nimble and strong. She could position her body in ways that defied logic. With each movement, he slid in and out of her with such precision.

  “Harder, baby. Give it to me.” He reached down to stroke her clit.

  She went wild as another wave hurled her over the top, but her eyes didn’t leave his. She wanted to watch him come. She rocked, rotated her hips like a belly dancer, and reached down to massage his balls.

  His face tightened as though he was in pain, and his eyes became unfocused. His body coiled tight, hands on her waist aiding their crazy pace. Then his eyes widened as though something surprised him, and he threw back his head and cursed.

  His body jerked, went still, then jerked again. The tremors went on, until Jillian was convinced that for the first time, she was witnessing a man have an endless orgasm. It had to be, and it was the most beautiful thing she had ever witnessed. Beautiful and humbling.

  Once again, her body fell apart as she joined him.

  He reached for her, pulled her down into his arms, and held her in a tight grip as though trying to absorb her through his skin. She stroked his glistening skin and listened to his thundering heart. It was a long time before she pressed a kiss on his chest and lifted her head.

  He stared back with a look she couldn’t explain.

  CHAPTER 11

  Lex woke up to the scent of freshly brewed coffee, bacon, and eggs. His eyes went to the clock by the bed. Nine o’clock. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d overslept after sex. Maybe a few times after binge drinking with his brothers and at Sloan’s parties, but never after sex. Then again, last night had been exceptional.

  Morning sun seeped through the edges of the curtains, adding a golden glow to an already gold and red room. He hadn’t noticed the heavier curtains last night. His attention had been on Jillian—the woman who’d shown him what he’d been missing all of his life.

  Images of her from last night drifted through his head.

  Jillian on her bed with her legs spread, daring him to indulge himself.

  Jillian on her knees, her perfect backside in the air as she offered herself to him.

  Jillian sitting astride him, her breasts bouncing as she rode him hard. She’d shown no embarrassment or regrets for enjoying him. It was refreshing.

  He’d wanted to own her before they had sex. Now that she’d shown him what a real lover could do, he was never letting her go. The trick was finding a way to reel her in and make her realize that what they had was special.

  He slid to the edge of the bed and stood, his feet landing on the wooden floor. Why in God’s name would she want a wooden floor in her bedroom? It was fucking cold.

  He padded out of the bedroom and followed the scents to the kitchen where Jillian stood in front of a stove in an oversized T-shirt that barely covered her perfectly shaped ass. Lex stored that image along with the ones from last night. Yet the image she made right now, standing in front of the stove humming a tune under her breath and stirring eggs was so potent. Something warm expanded in his chest, causing him to catch his breath.

  The S-shape of her back was so enticing he wanted to scoop her up and carry her back to bed so he could kiss her all over again. No, he wanted to take her right here on the kitchen counter. Her hair hung wet on her shoulders, which meant she’d showered. Without him. The one they’d had last night was still fresh in his mind. She had a beautiful and talented mouth, and an eagerness that had driven him out of his mind.

  She bent over to remove something from the oven, giving him a view of lacy panties and a tight ass. His cock responded. He crossed the floor as she straightened and slid his arms around her waist.

  She looked over her shoulder at him and laughed. “Don’t sneak up on me like that, Lex.”

  “Good morning to you, too,” he whispered, lowering his head to nuzzle her neck and inhale her scent.

  She turned off the stove, turned her head, and smiled up at him over her right shoulder. “Breakfast is ready. I have coffee over there and—”

  He angled his head and cut her off with a kiss, savoring the heady scents that were uniquely hers mixed with coffee and mint. When he gave her breathing space, she turned around in his arms to face him, put her arms around his neck, and proceeded to kiss him back. She didn’t pull any punches. When she stopped, his hard-on throbbed mercilessly. She shimmied and rubbed against him.

  “Behave or we’ll never leave this house,” he warned, running his knuckles along her jaw. Her skin was so soft and flawless. She looked even more beautiful without makeup. “When are you heading to the studio?”

  She glanced at the clock on the microwave oven.

  “In the next thirty minutes. It’s not far.” She slid out of his arms and reached inside a cupboard for two plates. The T-shirt rode up, and he smothered a groan. She threw him a naughty smile. Now she was deliberately screwing with him.

  “Can you call in sick?”

  A chuckle escaped her. “Can you?”

  She had a point. He had to see his mother this afternoon. “No.”

  “Neither can I. Let’s eat and hit the road.”

  He propped his hip against the counter and crossed his arms. “I could give you a ride. That way, when I pick you up for lunch, you won’t have to worry about your bike.”

  Jillian tilted her head to the side and chewed on her lower lip as she contemplated his offer. Her hesitation didn’t bother him. He knew how fiercely independent she was. He might want her to bow to his will, but he wasn’t holding his breath.

  “It’s a yes or no answer, sweetheart,” he added.

  She pouted. “Don’t rush me. I’m weighing the pros and cons.” She offered him a plate. “Be careful, the pan’s hot, and you…” She gave him a once over, eyes lingering on his crotch, where he w
as still sporting a partial hard on. “You are perfect the way you are.”

  He grinned. “So you don’t want me to put on something?”

  She shook her head. “Nah-ah. As long as you’re comfortable.”

  Her T-shirt dwarfed her and had two handprints on the chest just above her boobs and an arrow with the letters TLC pointed toward her crotch. He frowned. He’d tried to be gentle, but considering the number of times they’d reached for each other, she must be sore. She cocked her eyebrows when he continued to stare.

  “I think you’re worried that riding your bike might prove to be a problem after last night,” he said.

  Her cheeks grew pink. “No, that’s not it.”

  The blush gave her away. “I can kiss it better.”

  She chuckled and pointed at the food on the stove. “That’s your breakfast, not me.”

  He’d have no problem having her first. He turned to serve himself while she poured him coffee. Black, just the way he liked it. He thanked her and followed her to the counter. Great sex always made him ravenous. He didn’t slow down until he got his second helping. Jillian was halfway through hers and watched him with a half-smile. He didn’t mind. He liked having her eyes on him.

  “You drained all my energy,” he said. “Waking me at four in the morning, climbing on top of me at six.”

  Pink tinged her cheeks. “I had nightmares, and you hog the bed.”

  He frowned. The way she’d crawled on top of him, it was possible she’d seen him as a safe harbor, which in itself pleased him. “Nightmares about?”

  “Bad guys out to get me.”

  She sounded so much like his niece he almost laughed, but he recalled the three hundred and fifty grand burning holes in his briefcase. She could actually have bad guys after her. “I can take care of them for you. Just say the word.”

  She laughed. “You’re a real estate developer, Lex, not a thug.”

  “We all have a bit of thuggery in our system.” He studied her, wishing she would confide in him. “Any time you want to talk, I’m available.”

  She wrapped her fingers around her mug as though warming her hands, but her eyes stayed on him. “So what’s happening in the Caribbean? Douglas was so vague about it I was convinced you were on a secret mission. He couldn’t even tell me which island you were visiting.”

  The change in subject didn’t surprise him. She wasn’t ready to trust him yet. He would wait. No matter how long it took. “He was just being discrete. Real estate developing is a cutthroat business. A competitor can swoop in and outbid me, or in this case, use the fact that I’m about to develop a property to buy land around it and force me to buy it from them at an outrageous sum. Douglas knows the peril of insider trading.”

  Her eyes sharpened. “So he’s never used the information he gets from you to invest in a deal?”

  Lex chuckled. “Of course he has. I encourage my employees to invest in whatever project I’m working on. Douglas could have retired comfortably years ago if he wanted to, but he chooses to stay with me.”

  Jillian grinned. “No wonder his daughter is at a private school. He told me.”

  “He can afford it.” Lex stood, forgetting he was still naked, and chuckled when her eyes were drawn lower. He couldn’t help the way his body responded. “So, do you need a ride to the studio?”

  Jillian looked her watch and nodded. “If it’s not too much trouble.”

  “Trouble? Not when it comes to you.” He collected their plates and utensils, and carried them to the sink, fully aware she was watching him. He offered to get her more coffee, but she declined. He poured himself a second cup. “Where are you filming?”

  “At the studio.” She gave him the address.

  “That should be easy to find. Thanks for breakfast.” He tilted his head and studied her face. She hadn’t put on any makeup, yet she’d never looked sexier. “Next time, I’ll cook.”

  She cocked her eyebrows. “Who said there was going to be a next time?”

  Lex laughed. Did she really think she could walk away from his bed after last night? He leaned down and planted a kiss on her forehead. “You’re adorable, and I need to make a call.”

  “I will need a separate bedroom when we get married,” she called after him.

  And he’d make sure she didn’t sleep in it. “At the mansion, yes. At the penthouse, not possible. Douglas would know.”

  “Then I’ll sleep on the floor in your bedroom.”

  She was being difficult. Why? He paused and studied her mutinous expression. Had last night scared her? If she wanted to sleep on the floor, he’d join her. “Okay.”

  She eyed him suspiciously, but he didn’t let her mistrust worry him. He had a year to chip at that wall. He went back to the bedroom, pulled on his pants, and made a call as he headed outside to the Rolls. He came back with the fruit basket. In the middle was a small jewelry box, which he plucked and placed in front of Jillian.

  “I meant to give you this last night.”

  She looked at the white box with gold trimming, then him, then back at the box. “You shouldn’t buy me gifts, Lex.”

  “Showering you with gifts is part of our contract,” he said, mentioning one thing she couldn’t argue about. “Mathews should be here in thirty minutes to take you to the studio.”

  She picked up the box and plucked at the bow. He was disappearing into the hallway when she looked and asked, “Mathews?”

  He grinned.

  “As in your pilot Mathews?” she asked, running after him. “Lex, I told you I can’t arrive at the studio in a helicopter or—”

  He disappeared inside her bathroom. By the time she reached him, he was stepping into the shower. He closed the door on her indignant face and started to sing Springsteen’s Born to Be Wild to block her out.

  ~*~

  Jillian studied the people scurrying around the set and sighed. Two hours later, and people at the set were still talking and giving her furtive looks.

  Yeah, I came in a helicopter with Fitz Enterprise written all over it. Get over it. Sheesh.

  You’d think she’d broken some code. Mathews had dropped her off at the helipad by the studio’s executive offices. Apparently, it wasn’t the first time he’d dropped off a Fitzgerald. She’d hitched a ride with the security guards in one of their carts, but her mind had been too preoccupied with Lex to notice the staring.

  She couldn’t explain what had happened last night. The images of Lex touching her, kissing her, asking her what she wanted, and giving it to her in ways that had her screaming his name was imbedded in her brain. She’d never had orgasms like that. Never craved for more. She wasn’t the kind to let a man tell her what to do, yet she had followed his every command.

  Jillian closed her eyes, and images of them came back to tease her. Wetness pooled between her legs. He’d marked her in more ways that he’d ever know. Must never know. All she had to do was close her eyes and she’d relive his touch, his tongue, and the intense pleasure as he moved in and out of her.

  “Hey,” Chris said, grabbing the seat beside her. “You seem to be all everyone is talking about these days.”

  She smiled at him. “Yeah, lucky me.”

  “Especially now that he is here.”

  Jillian sat up and searched the set, her stomach doing flips. She couldn’t see him. “Where?”

  “He was talking to Barbs and her husband near the entrance. I think I have the solution to your father’s problem.”

  Her heart pounded with excitement, and her mouth became dry. She couldn’t begin to explain why was she was becoming a cliché. Ever since she’d woken up this morning and watched Lex asleep on her bed, her insides had been churning. She was twenty-nine for crying out loud, and she’d had her share of lovers. Men who hadn’t lasted long because they bored her. One night with Lex and she was whipped? Seriously? He was creative. She’d give him that. He knew how to keep her off balance in and out of bed. Maybe once she learned all his sexual tricks, he would cease to
be a novelty.

  Feeling better, Jillian stopped searching for him and focused on Chris, who was scowling. “What?”

  “You didn’t hear a word I said, did you?”

  She gave him a sweet smile. “I just had a revelation.”

  “About?”

  “Me. So?” She cocked her eyebrows. “What’s the solution?”

  Chris sighed. “You’re getting in too deep with Fitzgerald, aren’t you?”

  Jillian’s face warmed. “Because his pilot brought me to work?”

  “Because of the look in your eyes when I said he was here.” He glanced around, and leaned forward. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

  “Please.” Jillian tilted her head to the side. “Aren’t you the one who saw him first and told me to go for it.”

  “This is not a joke, Jill. Any man who would pay for a…” He glanced around again. “You know, do what he’s doing, is not right for you. Don’t fall for the guy.”

  “This is a job, Chris. Nothing more. So what’s the solution?”

  He shook his head. “It’s not important now. It was ridiculous to begin with. I need to talk to the guys.”

  “The guys” were his special effects team. Jillian jumped up and followed him. “Just tell me. I need to close the door on this, and I can’t think of anything. I’m tempted to drop off the money myself and get it over with.”

  He whipped around. “No. Petrosian Hookah Lounge is not for you. Greg and I went there last weekend and no”—he shook his head—“not for you or me.”

  His protective instinct was cute sometimes. “Then tell me. I’ll decide whether it’s ridiculous or not.”

  He stopped walking. “It has to do with Fitzgerald.”

  “Yes?”

  “Tell him the truth and ask him to hire the troupe for a few gigs. Corporations hire troupes all the time for their employees. His friends can do it, too. Your brothers can charge whatever they want per event. They can sign for several events in the coming year and pay up front. Your father saves face and no one knows the truth except the two of you.”

  Jillian followed his eyes to where Lex was talking to Barbs and her husband. Warmth unfurled deep inside her. His back was to them, and she found herself following his broad shoulders, remembering biting him there. He was back in his leather jacket and scruffy boots, worn-out jeans hugging his powerful thighs. The warmth in her belly became molten heat and shot straight to the throbbing sensation between her legs.