by Cruz, Cara
“Ah,” she spun around. “Trust you to have a full bathroom on your fancy private jet.”
He pulled her to him. “You’re not so disapproving of my money now.”
“No,” she said, staring up into his eyes and pulling off her shirt. “I’m not.”
He swallowed hard to prevent himself from gasping. He’d barely been able to get her body out of his mind, but a mental picture was one thing. Her glorious curves in the flesh was quite another.
He reached out and slipped her bra straps off her shoulder, slowing lowering them down her arms, waiting for that first glimpse of her brown areolas. She stopped his hands.
“Shower first,” she said. He could tell from the strain in her voice and the intensity in her eyes that she wanted this just as much as he did.
He reached behind her and opened the door. Most people reacted to the jet’s bathroom when they first saw it. It was quite a contrast to the tiny, dirty bathrooms on commercial flights. This one was bright, radiant white with black fittings and tiles. The shower was a self-contained two person cubicle. Maria didn’t say a word and he didn’t want her to: she was too focused on removing the rest of her clothing.
“At least let me help,” he teased.
She shook her head and looked back at him with a pout that threatened to make him come on the spot. “You can help by getting into the shower in a moment and scrubbing me down.”
After barely a minute, he couldn’t wait any longer. He tore off his clothes as quickly as he could, not caring that he had no spares with him. He’d return to the office naked if he had to. He stepped into the steaming booth and took her in his arms.
Their wet, soaped skin slid against each other. He bent his head into the jets of water and kissed her deeply. She responded by wrapping herself around him. He needed to be inside her now. He backed her against the wall and reached between her legs, finding her slick with desire despite the pressured water cascading on them.
She moaned as his expert fingers found their way through her delicate folds of skin and landed on the sensitive bud at their apex. She pushed against him, hands on his shoulders for support, as he began to massage.
“Please Chase,” she cried out, bucking against him. Her eyes were closed. Water streamed down her face and through the deep valley of her cleavage. He was mesmerized.
He slipped his finger inside her and smiled as he felt her muscles squeeze around it. He could almost feel what that would do to his cock.
“Chase,” she moaned.
He lifted her up by her thighs, using the wall behind her as support. She opened her eyes to watch him as he eased her body down on his cock. She smiled as he entered her. Her hands left his shoulders and she grabbed onto the top of the booth to support herself. He groaned as she used the leverage to pull herself up and then ease herself back down on his cock.
He bent his head and buried it between her breasts, turning to take her nipple in his mouth. She cried out as he sucked with increasing pressure. All the while, she was riding him. Her momentum got faster and faster. From her sobs, he knew she was close to climax. So was he. He fought to keep himself under control and wait for her. He closed his eyes and focused on the feeling of her wet hair lightly hitting his temples. If he opened them and watched her riding him like that, he was gone.
Finally she cried out with abandon. He felt her muscles tense and squeeze around him like a vice. He came with a long groan, completely out of control. It just kept going and going; he’d never felt anything like it.
Chapter 34
Maria sighed. She opened her eyes. Chase had reclined the chair all the way back so it was horizontal like a bed. She was lying in his arms feeling so safe, like nothing could touch her. He looked like he was asleep. She didn’t want to disturb him; didn’t ever want this moment to end. She shivered – it was getting cold despite the fluffy robe he had slipped on her before carrying her to the chair. She reached over and grabbed the soft wool blanket from the back of the other lounger. He stirred at the movement.
“Sorry,” she whispered. “I was trying not to wake you.”
“It’s okay,” he said, opening his eyes. “We can’t stay here forever. Unfortunately.”
She nodded sadly. “I was expecting you to say that.”
“It’s for your safety,” he whispered, taking her face in his hands and kissing the bridge of her nose.
“So what happens now?” She wasn’t sure if she wanted to hear the answer.
He pursed his lips. “The cops are waiting outside to take you back. They brought you here as soon as the charges against you were dropped officially. It’ll be recorded in the system that it’s because of Josh’s testimony.”
“So it won’t go on my record.”
He shook his head. “No charges, no.”
She exhaled deeply. “Thank god. I thought I was going to lose my license.”
He pulled her to him and leaned his forehead against hers. “Like I said, I’m sorry for putting you through all that. But it was important. I didn’t know who I could trust.”
“And you trust those two?”
He nodded. “They’re Carl’s guys. They’re the only ones who know about this little diversion. All anyone else knows is that you’re still in that cell under the court. They’ll take you back, process you out and bring you home.”
She hugged him close. “And I can see Janey.”
He nodded. “Carl’s has been keeping an eye on her case. She was released yesterday.”
“Yeah, Johnny said. And…”
“Yeah?”
“When can I see you again?” she whispered so quietly he almost couldn’t hear her.
“In a personal capacity?”
Maria’s stomach plummeted. She nodded, wondering why he was suddenly speaking like a lawyer.
He sighed. “Remember I said it wouldn’t be easy.”
She nodded, suddenly full of alarm.
“Well, yeah. There’s not much to say. In several months’ time we’ll run into one another at a charity event you’ve been persuaded to attend by a girlfriend. I’ll realize you had nothing to do with the plot to bring me down. Sparks will fly. Etcetera. Etcetera.” He paused. “That’s if you want to wait.”
Maria felt like someone had just punched her in the stomach. “Of course I do. I’m just not sure how I’ll be able to. Even when I thought you’d double-crossed me, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Several months?” Her eyes were flooded with tears.
A grin momentarily broke through his solemn face.
“It’s not funny,” Maria sobbed.
“It is.” He took a deep breath and stroked her hair. “Because in a professional capacity, you’re going to be extremely busy these next couple months.”
She raised her eyebrows. “You want me to come back as your assistant? I can’t, it’s not…”
He shook his head. “Hell no.” He laughed. “No offense. I’d just never get any work done.”
“What then?”
“Well,” he said, kissing both her cheeks in turn. “It depends on the severity of your fear of flying really…”
She looked sheepish.
“I thought so.”
“I’m sorry for lying. You caught me off guard when you mentioned Keton. I couldn’t think of anything else.”
“It’s okay.” He kissed her again. “So. Torq Enterprises in the Bahamas is about to hire your company to investigate a spate of petty theft by its employees. It could take months.”
She thought about this for a few moments and began to nod. There was one thing that bothered her though – he was still smiling. As if being kept apart was a good thing.
“Torq Enterprises is a wholly-owned subsidiary of Grantham Corporation,” he droned on.
Maria shook her head. It meant nothing to her.
“Which is owned by a trust in the Cayman Islands.”
She stared at a spot on the wall of the jet behind them. She was struggling to hold back tears. He thought she
cared about some assignment? Sure, it would be amazing to see the Bahamas. But that wasn’t what she wanted. What she wanted was sitting right there on that jet.
“Which is owned by a shell company,” he continued hurriedly. He seemed to have noticed her distress and realized she didn’t care about this who’s who of company ownership. “Which is a sister company of Breton Enterprises.”
Maria broke from her trance and stared at him. A fresh ripple of desire and need flowed through her. She could tell from the way his pupils dilated that he felt the exact same thing. He pulled her closer with his strong arms.
“It depends on one thing,” she whispered.
“What’s that?”
“Who’s my contact person at this company in the Bahamas?”
He smiled widely. “Well. We want to get to the bottom of this matter as soon as possible. So I’ll be overseeing it personally.”
She broke into a huge grin for the first time in what felt like days. “On site?”
He kissed her, sending shooting sparks through her. “I think that’s the most prudent course of action, don’t you?”
Other Books by Cara Cruz
Warriors of Omaton - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01786S4HE