I laughed.
He joined in.
My gaze fell over the crowd standing there, posing for pictures. The photographer on the far left caught my eye. I’m not sure why. He stood with his back to me, but somehow, he seemed oddly familiar. I brushed it off and turning to Nathan, demurred, “I can think of better things to do with that opal than take pictures of it.”
He chuckled, stepping back to drop a slow gaze over my gown and back up again. “You’ll be joining me for dinner,” he announced with a smoky, rough undercurrent in his tone.
Join? Hell, I sure hoped I was the main course.
“This way,” Nathan said, grabbing my wrist to pull me through the crowd to an arched doorway with stairs leading into the balconies above. At the bottom, he paused to whip his cell phone out and dialing a number, said, “Change of dinner plans. I’ll be dining alone with Gia—my style.”
My-style. I bit my lower lip to prevent my smile. That style had to mean sex—and lots of it. I shivered with anticipation.
Nathan paused as he tucked his phone away, his gaze locking over my shoulder. “Friends of yours?” he asked with a quizzical lift of his brow.
I already knew who he meant, but I still glanced back, anyway. Yep. My two FBI agents stood across the ballroom, their eyes watching my every move. Turning back to Nathan, I murmured, “FBI. They’re convinced I’m after your family jewels.” I stepped into him then and pressing myself close, brushed my palm across his crotch, stirring his massive dick to life as I added in a lower tone, “They’re right.”
His vibrant, gray eyes widened with lust. Catching me about the waist with one strong arm, he swept me back into the private staircase leading to the balcony above. We’d only gotten past the first spiral leading up to the floor above before he unzipped his pants. Threading his fingers through my hair, he began pushing my head towards his crotch.
“Eat me,” he moaned, thrusting his swelling dick towards my mouth. “I need to come.”
The lust in his expression made my pussy twitch and I grinned, knowing he’d take care of me next. Kneeling on the steps, I settled between his knees and took his hard, hot penis into my hands. As I slid one hand into his pants to cup his heavy balls, I lowered my lips over his thick helmet-shaped glans and began nibbling around perimeter of his swollen tip.
He began thrusting at once, wanting to dive into my tight, wet throat, but I was all about denial right now. I knew it would only up the thrill he’d experience when he finally did make it down. And anyway, I didn’t think too many people denied Nathan anything. I figured he’d find it a novel experience.
I pulled my lips off his shaft and ran a fingertip over his cock’s leaking tip instead. Yeah, his pupils had dilated because of the low lighting, but they were much bigger now, wide with lust.
“Eat me,” he repeated, his voice hoarse.
Ignoring him, I ran my finger along the underside of his thick, veined penis and formed my fingers into a sheath around his length. I jerked him a couple of times, but he wasn’t having it.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth,” he informed me, grabbing my head and guiding it to his crotch.
I nipped his cock’s swollen head.
He dropped his hands and jerked back in surprise, his eyes filling with a wondrous kind of amused lust. I grinned. I liked to keep things unpredictable. I caught his dick then and licked the tip, sucking the salty precum and began fondling his balls. He grew even harder in my hands and pounded the wall with his fists.
I licked and teased him, at times burying my face at the bottom of his shaft to suck his balls into my mouth. He thrust against me, his pulsing cock demanding a deeper entry. I denied him entry for a bit, just for fun. Finally, deciding he was done with the teasing, he caught my jaw with one hand and grabbing the base of penis with the other, gently spanked me with his throbbing erection.
I grinned and opened my mouth to him, wide, knowing he’d deepthroat me in one smooth move.
He did. Pushing his swollen cock between my lips, he leaned over me, penetrating me as far as he could go, moaning all the while, “Fuck, yes, baby, eat it. Eat it all.”
I pushed him back against the wall and pulling off his cock, began sucking his shaft as he began to thrust in a solid rhythm. He smelled like musk and spice, his scent alone igniting dark pools of desire deep inside me. I looked up to see his heavy-lidded eyes locked on the sight of my cherry-red lips wrapped around his dick.
He wasn’t going to last long. I could tell. Cradled in my mouth, his cock felt ready to explode on my tongue. Dropping his head back against the wall, he closed his eyes and increased the speed of his rutting between my cheeks. After a minute, he grabbed my head, holding me still and released his load. The hot, salty taste of semen exploded into my mouth as he jetted white blast after white blast over my tongue. I swallowed what I could before pulling off his cock to catch a breath. He threaded his hands through my hair, half in an intimate gesture and half a desperate one to reattach my head to his crotch. Filling my lungs, I took him back into my throat again, letting him ram his softening member back down to shoot the last of his seed. We stayed that way, attached, until he’d milked his cock to his satisfaction, me sucking the last oozing drops from the tip of his slippery dick.
“What a mouth,” he moaned, pulling free of me at last. Zipping his pants, he lifted me to my feet and waved a hand at the stairs, murmuring, “Now that you’ve had your appetizer, perhaps you’d care for another course in the balcony?”
My pussy zinged. He grabbed my butt on the way up, digging his fingers into my flesh through my black lace dress. I was ready for my turn. And then I’d hoped we’d go again. One round with Nathan Carr didn’t cut it.
I entered the balcony to see an elaborate table set for two, the burgundy-and-gold striped brocade chairs set side by side and mere inches apart instead of the traditional placement of facing each other across the table. I smiled. So, Nathan Carr’s my-style meant close, for easy access. I liked it.
The table glittered with gold and crystal, a large candle burned in a center wreath of yellow roses and tufts of baby’s breath, the sparkling light creating an atmosphere of elegance. As Nathan pulled out my chair, I took my seat, smoothing my black lace gown over my knees. Below me, the other diners began making their way to their tables.
I watched the candlelight play over Nathan’s lean jaw and strong, broad shoulders as he took his place at my side. “It’s quite the pleasure to have you here, Gia,” he said, leaning close and keeping his voice low and seductive. He arched a displeased brow to add, “Even though I expressly recall telling you not to come.”
I smiled. “I think of other things when you say that word,” I confessed in a throaty voice. Under the protection of the tablecloth, I slipped my hand between his legs.
He chuckled and shifting his hips, placed his hand over mine to press my palm flat against his cock. It twitched beneath my touch. Yeah, I’d have that dick of his hard and bulging in his tuxedo pants in no time. He kept my hand there under the tablecloth as a waiter arrived with champagne and another brought a silver tray of appetizers, skewers of cherry tomatoes, basil leaves, and fresh round mozzarella balls.
The moment the waiters left, I picked up a skewer with my free hand and bit the tomato. With a moan, I drew it to the end of the stick with my teeth and began to suck it gently, glancing sideways at Nathan from beneath my lashes.
He liked that. He pushed his reviving cock against my hand, locking his eyes onto mine as I continued to suck the tomato, swirling my tongue over it, teasing, and periodically pausing to pant, just a little.
He unzipped his pants and after shoving my fingers inside the opening and through his briefs, slid his hand through the slit of my black dress.
I parted my legs at once, granting him access. I had a little surprise for him there. I grinned as his eyes lit.
Dipping his sexy head closer to mine, he chuckled, “No underwear. Smart girl. You know I can’t resist your holes.”
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As I ran my hand down the underside of his cock and fingered his massive balls, he went straight to the heart of the matter and penetrated me at once with three wickedly long and delicious fingers. I inhaled sharply, surprised—and beyond delighted. I guess he liked to be unpredictable as well. I opened my legs wider. After all, I’d been wet and ready from the moment he’d left the airport lounge.
But again, he surprised me by withdrawing his hand. Catching my expression of disappointment, he looked down at me with a smirk and grazing my jawline with his knuckles, whispered, “You’re getting under my skin, Gia.”
I lifted a curious brow, but before I could probe any further, he lifted the corner of the white tablecloth and slipped underneath the table.
I blinked, surprised and excited, glancing around to see if anyone had noticed. Nathan obviously didn’t care. Apparently, the crowd below didn’t either. They appeared preoccupied with their own concerns.
As the clink of crystal and silverware mixed with the low murmur of voices in the ballroom below, Nathan shoved my dress up to my waist, baring my privates to his hungry gaze. Sliding his hands under my buttocks, he pulled me to the edge of my seat with one strong jerk and buried his face in my pussy.
I gasped, gripping the sides of my seat and closed my eyes as his mouth latched onto my clit. He began to suck. Whoa. I shivered under the force of the pull, but then he let go and dropped his mouth to nip my inner thighs.
Payback. Delicious payback. He was going to tease the hell out of me. I grinned and still gripping onto the chair, settled back to enjoy.
He had quite the tongue and he knew just how to keep me suspended on the edge of arousal. He began with licking my inner thighs, drawing his hot tongue over my sensitive flesh up to my labial lips. After a few hot swirls, licking me like an ice cream cone, he pulled my soft flesh deep into his mouth, the suction alone bringing me to the brink of climax. He knew that. I suppose my panting and frantic humping against his face clued him in. Teasing me again, he let go and grazed my clit with his teeth, making me shiver before he returned to licking me out again, torturing me with his tongue.
I writhed and bucked as he burrowed between my legs, and again, just when I stood on the verge of an incredible orgasm, he shifted tactics once again. Angling my legs up and anchoring me even wider open, he blew on my clit. It was hard to hold still. I moaned. He responded by penetrating me with his tongue, wiggling it deep into my hot channel. Whoa. I began to arch against his face, at once, enjoying the incredible feel of his tongue fucking me. I ground against him, desperate now for something hard between my legs, and then, I felt him pull back and something hard and cold nudged my entrance. I glanced down, surprised to see he’d snagged the salt shaker from the table on his way down.
“Yessssss,” I whispered, watching him penetrate me with the cold, salt-filled crystal.
It was the most erotic thing I’d ever witnessed. He must have thought so, too. He pulled back, enough to enjoy the view as he drove the shaker up into my willing, wet hole. I couldn’t hold still. I rocked my hips, sliding over the salt shaker as his hot mouth returned to my clit.
It didn’t take long before my inner core pulsated with mini bursts of pleasure, warning me of a pending orgasm. I moaned, wanting to extend the fun, but Nathan tipped me over the edge with an expertly timed nip on the clit. Pleasure exploded. I lost control. Complete control. As my climax rose, I slapped my palms flat on the table. The china rattled. Heads angled my direction. Nathan grinned. I bit my lips and squeezed my legs together, but the pleasure roiling inside me needed an outlet. Dropping my hands under the tablecloth, I knotted them in Nathan’s blond hair and jerked his face against my spasming body.
Thankfully, the lights suddenly dimmed, obscuring my view of the ballroom. I could only hope the crowd below suffered the same visibility issue with the balconies above. As the last waves of my orgasm subsided, Nathan returned to his seat with a smirk gracing his handsome lips.
A parade of entertainers arrived on stage, ranging from a soprano belting out a sad aria to dancers and comedians. The waiters came and went, bringing a variety of appetizing dishes. It was all wonderful, interesting, and exciting, but I found the man at my side the most charming of all. Surprisingly, we shared the same dry sense of humor and wit, along with a wide range of interests. I suppose the high degree of sexual compatibility should’ve clued me in earlier that we might have a lot in common. By the time the dinner and entertainment had finished, I found myself quite full on the food front, but again ready for a little action.
As the lights came up, Nathan rose from the table and offered me his arm. “Shall we dance?” he asked, tilting his head to the ballroom below.
Dance? I’d had other activities on my mind, but with the music starting and the crowd milling about, I knew I’d have to wait. I smiled, reaching for his arm, but he had a devious twinkle in his eye. Catching me about the waist, he twirled me in his arms, holding me close with his strong hands splayed on my back. For a moment, I thought he’d kiss me. His lips were so perilously close to mine. He held still for several long moments, perhaps thinking the same thing himself, before shaking his head as if to awake from a dream. Grabbing my wrist instead, he led me through the balcony doors to the steps winding down below.
Yeah, keep it casual, Gia. This isn’t a relationship. It’s just a casual hookup. I suppressed a sigh. We might be the perfect fit but it would never happen. Our worlds were as polar opposite as you could get.
At the bottom step, he paused and turning, wrapped me in a close embrace. “Can I trust you?” he asked, pressing his cheek against my hair.
I exhaled. Yeah, I’d been after his opal, but I wasn’t any longer. Well, not to steal the dang thing, anyway. I didn’t mind including that stone in a little foreplay.
Then, out of the blue, it struck me.
The photographer.
He’d seemed awfully familiar—because he was.
As Nathan stood there, waiting for an answer, I shoved him back and pulling out of his embrace, dashed into the ballroom.
The photographer still stood there amongst the others with his back to me, snapping pictures. I pushed through the crowd, dimly aware of Nathan following me close behind. When I was no more than a few yards away, the photographer turned. I caught the side view of his face, enough to recognize that familiar jawline and sarcastic sneer I’d grown to hate.
It was Jason. My ex.
I drew up short.
“What is it?” Nathan’s baritone whispered in my ear.
Jason moved then. I caught the metallic glint of a gun. He must’ve hidden it inside his camera equipment. I rolled my eyes. Why hadn’t the FBI checked him out?
As he raised his hand, I shouted, “Gun! Get down!”
A New Beginning
Jason lifted his hand and pulling the trigger, fired three warning shots into the ceiling. At the same time, his cronies appeared in the ballroom’s arched doorways, brandishing weapons of their own.
The buzz in the ballroom died at once.
“On the floor!” Jason shouted, waving his gun to fire another shot. “Now!”
As the shocked guests melted into puddles on the floor, my ex turned on me. “Thanks for delivering the leverage, Gia,” he said, nodding at Nathan standing by my side.
I bit back a snort. Just how stupid was this guy? Had I really slept with such a dunderhead? I must’ve been beyond desperate. Definitely not my proudest of moments in life. I glanced around the ballroom, taking in the Valenzi formation and recognizing the players at once. I’d intimidated all of them before and many times. They wouldn’t have the guts to go up against me. And their little plan? Yeah, they’d obviously shoved the FBI agents outside and planned on using Nathan as a hostage to make their escape.
They would be sorely disappointed.
Curling my lip into a flirtatious smile, I straightened my shoulders and stalking towards Jason, announced in a brash tone, “Then you better prepare to give me a cut, Jason
.” I glanced at the opal, noting the matrix of lasers protecting the inside of the case, lasers that would no doubt trigger all kinds of additional alarms if someone fiddled with them. “Yeah, you don’t have much time. I can have those lasers dismantled hella faster than you can. You’re going to need every precious second you can get, if you want out of here in one piece. I’d say I deserve half—at least.”
Jason’s nostrils flared. “You always did have an oversized ego,” he retorted, moving for the display case.
“Step it up, Jason,” a Valenzi called from one of the doors.
Someone screamed.
Jason lifted his gun and fired another shot. I winced. Man, he was losing it. Guns? Really?
As he turned to the case again, I took another step closer. “You can’t do it in two minutes,” I said just to upset him. I knew just how to intimidate him, after all, I’d slept with the dude. He didn’t have a secret left that I didn’t know about.
His finger twitched, and his tongue darted out to nervously lick his lips. Good. I had him second-guessing himself—just like I wanted.
Nathan passed my field of vision then, with one of Jason’s buddies shoving a gun in the base of his spine.
Yeah, this had gone on long enough.
“Move over,” I grated, shoving Jason aside. “I can zip these things off faster than you can.” And then dropping my voice and adding just the right amount of derision, I added, “We both know I’m better qualified. You just don’t have the chops.”
As I reached for the lasers, he acquiesced and stepped back, his gun dipping down.
It was easy then. I caught him completely off guard. In one smooth move, I had him disarmed and then whirling behind him, planted the barrel of his own gun directly against his temple. “Stand down!” I ordered, my voice ringing loud in the room. “If you don’t, you know I’ll just shoot him. I’ve been fantasizing about it for months.”
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