by Anna Wells
Jordan hadn’t let go of her hand and he tugged on it gently before saying, “Michaela, I’d mentioned before that I want you to have a bodyguard until this is all over.” His tone held obvious concern.
She gave a visible shudder at his reminder of the danger she was facing. “God, I’ve been trying to block the whole thing from my mind. I keep hoping this is all a coincidence and the police are just being paranoid, but deep down I know the cops know what they’re doing.”
Jordan ran his free hand through his hair wishing he could tell her more. Guilt gnawed at him. “So you’re good with the body guard?”
She grimaced before saying, “I guess I have to be, don’t I?”
“Good, I’m glad we’ve got that settled. At this point it’s better to be cautious.”
“But Joyce as a suspect? Really?” she asked, the skepticism apparent in her voice.
“Michaela someone threw Molotov cocktails through the windows of your home. Isn’t that enough to scare you?”
“Of course it does, but I just can’t see Joyce doing something like that.”
“I don’t have a clue if Joyce is behind the arson or not, but I do know I want to keep you safe. So continue to indulge me, okay?”
She shifted slightly in her chair giving him a sensual smile. “Exactly how would you like to be indulged?”
He grinned acknowledging the double meaning of her question. “Well, in this matter I was hoping you’d let Paul drive you everywhere.”
“So you’re not going to hire a body guard?”
He hesitated slightly before answering, “I think Paul’s presence will be enough.”
“Oh my God, he’s a bodyguard too, not just your driver, isn’t he?”
“Yes, he’s a trained bodyguard,” he admitted. Jordan really wanted her closely watched until this whole undercover operation with Joyce and the FBI was wrapped up. If anything happened to Michaela because of this sting operation he’d never forgive himself. Tomorrow he was going to talk to Special Agent Gonzales and convince him that Michaela needed to be informed about the investigation. He couldn’t keep hiding this from her.
“You were going to try to sneak that by me weren’t you?” she accused.
“Maybe,” he admitted, his mouth quirking as he tried not to smile.
“Maybe? What kind of answer is that? You either were or you weren’t. You know you have a definite sneaky side. First you pretend to be my friend when you’re secretly planning on seducing me, then you forget to mention your mega rich and now you’re trying to foist your bodyguard on me while pretending he’s just your driver.” She really needed to put a stop to this type of behind the scenes stuff he was always pulling.
“Hey, stop trying to put such a negative spin on things. I’m just trying to protect you.”
She grabbed the lapels of his suit jacket pulling him forward while she kissed him gently on the lips. “I know and that’s the only reason I’m not mad at you, but I still think you’re sneaky.”
He gave a slight shrug of his shoulders. “Nobody’s perfect and I think the sneaky comment is a bit harsh.”
Michaela shook her head in bemusement. “I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself you know?”
“Yes, I do know, but the house burning down and someone trying to run you down makes the situation a little unusual. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Why are we arguing? I agreed Paul can follow me around,” she conceded, knowing he wouldn’t give up until he was satisfied.
Jordan looked pleased with her answer. “Good girl. I think you deserve something special for dessert,” he said in a low sensual tone.
“And what would that be?” she asked coyly.
He tugged at her hands pulling her off her stool so she stood between his legs. “What would you like?”
“Chocolate?”
He titled his head thoughtfully to the side. “I might have some chocolate.” He got up off his stool and went around to the kitchen cupboard. He opened several cabinets before exclaiming, “Success, what the lady wants, the lady gets.” He walked back to the island with a satisfied grin and held out a small, cream colored box. He lifted the lid and revealed a box containing a variety of chocolate truffles. “I believe these are handmade. I order them from a store located in Copley Place. They’re a weakness of mine,” he admitted.
“And you’re going to share them with me?”
Without answering he lifted a truffle out of the box and held it in front of her mouth. “Take a bite.”
She closed her mouth over chocolate, her lips grazing his fingers as she savored the rich delicious morsel in her mouth. “That’s amazing, but are you only going to let me have half a truffle? Cause that would be cruel.”
“It would be wouldn’t it?” He placed the remaining piece of chocolate in her mouth. “Make sure you lick all the chocolate off my fingers, you wouldn’t want to waste it.”
She leaned forward and wrapped her mouth around the remaining piece of chocolate sucking his fingers in at the same time. She then took his hand and licked his fingers slowly making sure there were no traces of chocolate left. “More?” she asked.
He leaned back on his stool gazing at her with a thoughtful expression. “I’m not sure you’ve been good enough for two truffles.”
She was enjoying his game. “I think I have.”
“I have an idea,” he told her, sounding inspired.
“And what would that be?”
“If you take off your blouse, I’ll give you another truffle.”
She paused pretending to consider his suggestion. “Okay, but that seems like a steep price,” she said as she began unbuttoning her blouse revealing a light pink lacy bra. She shrugged out of the shirt and placed it on her stool behind her.
Placing the box of truffles on the island he pulled out another chocolate and held it up to her mouth once again.
She leaned forward and took one bite as she had before. She felt his other hand on her lace covered breast. He tweaked her nipple sharply with his thumb and forefinger while she chewed, causing her to moan. She closed her mouth over the remaining piece of truffle keeping his finger in her mouth as she concentrated on enjoying the taste of him and the rich chocolate combined.
“Did you want another one?” he asked after she had finished sucking all the chocolate from his fingers.
She nodded, a small smile played around her mouth.
“Then you’ll have to take off your bra.”
Her brows arched slightly at his request. “Are we playing strip for truffles?”
“Yes, it looks that way doesn’t it?’
“Why don’t you have to take off your clothes?”
“Because they’re my truffles,” he told her in a tone that said duh!
Michaela unclasped her bra throwing it to the floor as she said, “Oh, well, I guess that makes sense.” She looked up to see Jordan staring at her breasts. He picked up a truffle and placed the entire piece in her mouth.
“Chew,” he said as he leaned down to her breast and began sucking on her nipple. His hands stroked her stomach while his mouth concentrated on her breasts.
She relished the feel of his mouth on her as she rolled the chocolate around on her tongue. It was a sensual overload of taste and touch. She placed her hands behind his head holding him close, not wanting the sensations to stop.
Jordan straightened and putting his lips to hers, his tongue swept through her mouth as if searching for any remains of the sweet treat. He pulled back and cocked his head. “Are you full or did you want another treat?”
“I want more,” she told him in a slightly breathless voice.
“I think you know the routine.”
“The skirt?”
He nodded solemnly. “The skirt.”
She reached behind her back unzipping her skirt and sliding it down her legs. She stood before him in her pink lace panties waiting for her reward. Her panties were soaked from their little game and she could feel the moisture beginn
ing to run down her thighs.
He gave her an appreciative smile as he leaned down and picked up her skirt. He then placed it carefully on the stool with her blouse. He plucked another chocolate from the box and held it out to her. She quickly popped it into her mouth chewing in delight and then leaned forward kissing him while his hand slid beneath her panties to slowly stroke her sensitive nub.
A moan escaped her and she grasped his shoulders for support as he continued to tease her with his finger. She was so aroused she thought she might come, but he pulled back his hand and lifted his mouth from hers. She let out a whimper of protest.
“I think you’re wearing too many clothes Michaela.”
She pulled her panties down and stepped out of them.
“That’s much better,” he told her, “but now you can’t have any more truffles.” He let out a wry chuckle as he rotated his finger over her clit. He watched intently as if there were nothing more fascinating to him than his finger working her body. She looked down and watched him touch her and she felt herself begin to shiver and shudder as her body pulsed. Her knees were weak as she grabbed his shoulders, her sex gyrating against his hand giving into the overwhelming sensations. She gasped for breath and collapsed against his chest.
Jordan gently pushed her hair out of her face. “God, you’re beautiful when you come.”
“You still owe me a chocolate for the panties.”
Jordan burst out laughing. “Oh, I’ve got another treat for you,” he told her as he quickly shed his clothes revealing his straining erection. Michaela reached out her hand and began to stroke it firmly while she licked her lips. The sight was so erotic he was afraid he was going to come too soon. Pushing her to the floor he thrust into her with his very hard cock, his excitement having reached it limits.
She met his hard thrusts not even noticing the cold tiles against her back. She felt her excitement begin to grow as he stroked her vagina. Her body was rippling in response to his grinding movement and she felt the sensations build in her core pulsing once again as an orgasm ripped through her body. Jordan pulled out of her, moaning as he too climaxed spilling his sticky fluid over stomach.
He moved off of her and smiled apologetically. “Sorry, but I realized we weren’t using anything again. We gotta stop doing that.”
She shook her head and said wryly, “I started back on the pill yesterday, but it certainly hasn’t had time to have any effect. We’ve got to stop taking chances.”
“When did you have time to see the doctor?” he asked surprised.
“I didn’t. I picked up my existing prescription at the drug store at the mall. I still had a number of refills left that I hadn’t used after Noah and I split up.”
“So you stopped taking the pill after the two of you broke up?”
“It’s sort of a breakup ritual that women have.”
He arched a brow. “Ritual?”
She nodded. “We all do it. We break up and throw our birth control pills in the garbage because we never intend to have sex again.”
“Oh, that makes perfect sense. I see that’s worked well for you.”
“Hey, it always seems like a great idea at the time.”
Jordan snorted at that last response as he got up and grabbed a paper towel. He came back to her squatting down to clean up her stomach. “You know,” he said. “We haven’t been careful because we’re not that worried about the consequence.”
She sat up suddenly, feeling cold on the ceramic floor. It was funny how you never notice that type of thing when you’re caught up in the moment. She shot Jordan a mild glare before saying, “Jordan could you just take your foot off the freaking gas pedal. We slept together for the first time on Friday and now I’m living with you on Tuesday. Isn’t that fast enough for you? Could we not start family planning until say maybe next week?” she asked sarcastically.
“You only moved in because your house burned down,” he responded, his tone slightly defensive.
“Yes, but I’m here aren’t I? I could have moved in with my parents or even my brother.” God, why were they having this conversation now while they were naked on the kitchen floor?
He gave her a half smile. “Yeah, I guess you could have. Okay family planning can wait until next week.”
“Ha! That is so not funny, but you’re right about one thing.”
“Really and what’s that,” he asked definitely intrigued by the direct this conversation was taking.
“I’ve let you take chances because I’m not that concerned with the consequences,” she admitted.
He pulled her into his lap. “Oh Michaela, you’ve almost caught up to me,” he said with a satisfied smirk.
“Are you actually smirking?” she asked him.
“No, and you can’t prove it. Now let’s go upstairs. I think I’m ready for round two and the condoms are there.”
“There’s one more thing we need to get settled before we move to round two.”
“And what’s that?”
“You still owe me a chocolate.”
He gave a deep laugh as he picked her up and carried her upstairs.
Chapter Eighteen
The following morning they rode together to work in the back of the Bentley. Jordan insisted on staying with her until she was safely ensconced in her office.
“Don’t you usually drive yourself to work?” Michaela asked as she enjoyed the novelty of not having to worry about traffic. Really, she could get used to this kind of thing, she thought.
“I do, but I feel better knowing that you’re safe,” he told her while rubbing the inside of her palm with his thumb.
“You mean you don’t trust your driver slash bodyguard with my safety?” Her tone was dry and slightly amused. She noticed Paul’s grin in the mirror.
Jordan didn’t want to let her out of his sight. He wasn’t comfortable with this situation at all. His preference would be to keep her at home until this whole undercover operation was over. He and Gonzales were going to have a long talk as soon as he got to his office. He tugged at Michaela’s hand. “Why don’t we meet for lunch? Paul can pick me up and then we’ll swing by and get you.”
“Okay, that sounds good. Where are you taking me?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know yet. What do you feel like?”
“Surprise me,” she said with a grin. “I haven’t had enough of those lately.”
“Want to go to the billionaires club?”
“There’s a billionaires club?”
“God you’re easy. Of course there isn’t a billionaires club.”
Paul was just pulling up to the curb as she shook her head at him in mild disgust. “I don’t have time for your nonsense. Text me and let me know where we’re going.”
“I’m going to walk you up to your office,” he insisted.
“No you’re not, that’s a bit much.”
He pulled open the Bentley’s door getting out of the car ahead of her. She slid across the seat as he held out his hand to help her out of the car. “Just indulge me Michaela.”
She rolled her eyes. “Again with the indulging. Okay, I guess I can endure your company for five more minutes,” she said with a mock sigh.
Shooting her a mild glare, he put a possessive hand behind her back and walked her into the building. They reached the elevators and he quickly pushed the up button. When the doors opened he ushered her into the car.
She leaned in and pressed her floor number deciding to let Jordan be as protective as he wanted. After all, it was hard to stay irritated with someone who cared so much and who looked so hot. He was dressed in a gray suit, burgundy tie and a crisp white shirt. It was hard to believe she had put him the friend zone for so long. “What is going on in that curly top head of yours?” Jordan asked. “I can practically see smoke.”
“Just thinking about your layers,” she told him.
He arched his brows in an inquiring manner. “My layers?”
“Yeah, you know how there all those different
Jordans and I’m never sure which one is the real you.”
The elevators doors opened, interrupting their conversation. Jordan leaned forward and kissed her. “Michaela, they’re all the real me. It’s that simple. I’ll be back at 12:30 to pick you up for lunch. If you need to leave the office call Paul and have him take you.”
Deciding it was best not to argue with him while he was in this over protective mood, she simply said, “Okay.” Feeling slightly bemused by his attitude she then turned and entered her accounting offices.
Shortly after dropping Michaela off at work, Jordan entered the headquarters of ECOM Works. His administrative assistant, Emma, greeted him with a smile. She was a young Filipino woman who was putting herself through school in computer science during the evening. She was hard working, bright and efficient. Jordan had no doubt he would be offering her a position more suited to her skills once she graduated.
“Good Morning, Mr. Marsh. Agent Gonzales called and would like you to call him back.”
“Thanks Emma, and please for the hundredth time can you call me Jordan.”
“I’ll try to remember Mr. Marsh, but it just doesn’t seem right. I mean you’re the CEO.”
“You have no problem with calling Trevor and Ian by their first names,” he reminded her.
“They’re not the CEO Mr. Marsh,” she said with a shrug as if that explained everything.
“I give up Emma,” he said with a shake of his head as he entered his office. He sat down at his desk and grabbed his phone immediately to return agent Gonzales’ call.
The agent picked up immediately. “Marsh, I see you got my message.”
“Yes, I did. Any good news for me? Like the investigation is over.”
“Well, we’re getting closer now that your brother has fed her fake programming code. She appears to have phoned whoever she’s working for, but unfortunately whoever is running this operation is using a disposable phone. So we weren’t able to identify her contact, but we’re getting close. We have her under constant surveillance, it’s only a matter of time now.”
“Are you still bringing in an undercover agent for the office?” Jordan asked.