Unlawful Escort (Unlawful Series book 1)

by Morrison, Krystal

  It was refreshing to hear music of her own generation and as much as she didn’t want to admit it, have Sebastian smiling at her constantly. She drank champagne as he spun her on the dance floor and as the intoxicating brew began to work its magic; her cares seemed to slip away. She had lost count of how many glasses of champagne she had consumed when Sebastian plucked the last from her grasp.

  “That’s enough for one night. Let’s take you home”, she mewled in protest but he firmly led her from the dance floor to the door on legs that felt like mush.

  Although her limbs were as heavy as lead, she felt as if she was floating on air and she couldn’t resist the laughter that tickled her throat. She laughed gaily as she pulled away from Sebastian’s grasp suddenly and twirled on the cobbled sidewalk, savoring the brisk night air on her cheek.

  “Paige! Stop!” he had barely said the words before she tripped and fell on her rump and she laughed even harder.

  “Damn!” he swore as he ran towards her and scoped her into his arms, “are you trying to break your neck?”

  He carried her to his waiting car and she hung onto his neck as he tried to deposit her unto the seat. “I don’t want you to put me down”, she pouted childishly.

  He sighed in exasperation, struggling to seat them into the car in their awkward position. Once inside, she settled unto his lap and gripped both his cheeks between her forefingers and thumbs.

  “You should smile more” she sanctioned with feigned sternness as he attempted to free himself from her grasp.

  She wriggled on his lap and he inhaled sharply as his body throbbed to life. She was drunk for Christ sake; he sanctioned himself, suppressing his desire. He should be annoyed at her behavior, instead he was slightly amused, captivated even.

  “You have such beautiful eyes”, she was serious for the first time since they had left the party, “and the thought of your lips keeps me awake at nights…” her mouth found his, soft and persuasive, and for a moment he lost himself in her sweetness.

  He came to his senses and quickly hoisted her from his lap and unto the seat beside him, against her protestations. So she did want him and he hadn’t misinterpreted her reaction the other night, he thought. Then why didn’t she just give in to what they both wanted?

  She resorted to fiddling with his collar and humming for the remainder of the journey. He sighed in relief as they arrived at his penthouse and wasted no time in carrying her inside.

  “You smell so good. I think I want to steal your cologne”, she said between laughs as he mounted the stairs.

  He prayed to the saints for strength and hastened his steps when she smothered her face into his shirt.

  “Will you be okay?” he asked as he placed her on her feet in the center of her bedroom.

  She laughed raucously, “I’m fine, dance with me”, she grabbed both his hands and began a clumsy waltz.

  He stood his ground, “Paige…Paige, you need to go to bed”, he propelled her towards the bed.

  “But I don’t want to sleep, I want to dance. Don’t you want to dance too Sebastian?” she turned big gullible green eyes on him and his heart shifted inside his chest.

  He glanced away quickly, urging her to sit and stooping to remove her shoes as he contemplated whether to allow her to sleep as she was or help her change into her pajamas. But the latter would involve him removing her clothes. He sighed in distress. What the hell had he gotten himself into? He gritted his teeth,

  “Don’t move. I’ll go find a nightshirt."

  “Ok”, she said chirpily as he disappeared into her closet, cursing as he searched several drawers and shelves before he finally found a two piece, skimpy, silk pajamas.

  He was skirting through the shelves of clothing when he heard the sound of a glass shattering in the direction of the bathroom and he ran in the direction.

  “I’m sorry… I wanted to use the bathroom and then I was brushing my teeth because…”

  “It’s alright…” she was standing in front of the bathroom sink, droplets of water clinging to her face.

  He sidestepped the shards of glass a short distance from her feet, releasing a long breath as he realized she had not hurt herself, retrieved a towel and carried her back to bed.

  “Are you mad at me?” she asked softly.

  “No."

  He was confounded as her entire face began to tremble and huge droplets of tears fell from her eyes.

  “You’re always mad at me… and it hurts so badly when you say those horrible things about me…”

  An odd feeling jabbed at his insides. Could it be that the ruthless Sebastian Bradley was developing a conscience? No, absolutely not; he stomped down the feeling. And he couldn’t understand why, but he couldn’t bear to see her cry and it didn’t help much knowing that her tears were as a result of his inconsiderate ways.

  Yet, how could he explain that her very presence scared the life out of him. She made him feel things he had no business contemplating, much less feeling. And of course he had to consider her profession. Her aim was to seduce and bewitch and he would be damned if he would fall into either category.

  “I am not even a real escort”, he almost laughed at that, “It’s true. I only accepted your proposal because I needed the money to pay for my brother’s transplant”, his eyes flew to hers in astonishment.

  Could she be telling the truth? He knew that she went to the hospital at least once each day as he had instructed his Private Investigator to follow her but they were yet to decipher the reason for her frequent visits. He would have to get his Private Investigator to look into the matter, he thought as he gently dried her face with the towel.

  “You’re right. I won’t be mad at you anymore”, her face lit up and the words tumbled from his lips involuntarily, “I’m… sorry”, the words sounded strange to his ears.

  She clapped her hands gleefully, a sleepy yawn ensuing. He clenched his teeth as he peeled the dress from her body and quickly donned her pajama shorts. She was even more beautiful than he had remembered and he struggled to keep his thoughts neutral. He almost had a heart attack as she undid her bra and her creamy breast sprang free. Fire ignited in his blood and he completed his task swiftly, drew the quilt over her and virtually ran for the exit.

  He was almost at the door when a resounding thud, followed by a definite moan, had him spinning on his heel, to see Paige on the floor. He couldn’t leave her alone like this? What if she went into the hallway and tumbled down the stairs? He had no choice but to take her back to his room.

  “I think I fell off the bed”, she said as he lifted her from the floor.

  He made no comment as he whisked her off to his room. He should be honored with a prize for nobility and an iron restraint, he thought sarcastically as he placed her on his bed and went to prepare for bed. He kept his ears opened in case she decided to get out of bed or leave the room and was most grateful when he returned and saw her in virtually the same position he had left her in. He kept to the far corner of the bed but she edged closer; fitting her body to the side of his.

  “You’re so warm”, she sighed sleepily.

  Inexplicable warmth unfurled in the pit of his stomach and his arm curled, involuntarily, around her body. He had thought he wouldn’t sleep a wink; however he was dead to the world, almost immediately.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  PAIGE GROANED AS THE INSISTENT DEMAND of her bladder propelled her out of bed and she stumbled to the bathroom, more asleep than awake. Every muscle inside her body ached and she felt as if there was a marching band inside her head and she felt sick to her stomach.

  After releasing her bladder, she proceeded to splash cold water unto her face in an effort to clear the cobweb of sleep from her brain and abate her headache. She recoiled in shock, the towel she had been using to dry her face slipping between her fingers, as her surrounding became evident.

  This wasn’t the bathroom she had been occupying for the past month, she decided, glancing about her in fright. This on
e was much bigger with a door that led to a Jacuzzi. Where was she? She struggled to remember the happenings of the night before but the last thing she remembered was leaving the party with Sebastian.

  Sebastian!

  She ran, as fast as her aching body would allow, back to the room, shrieking in horror as a picture of them kissing in his car came to mind. She sunk unto the bed as her legs gave out beneath her, running a mental check on her body. Shouldn’t she feel sore if he had molested her? Because she felt fine down there, but that was little assurance, she reasoned.

  Dread coupled with the awful feeling in the pit of her stomach beset her and she thought for a moment that she would faint. How could she have been this careless? She had never drunk more than a glass or two of champagne at any given time. What had possessed her to act otherwise last night?

  “You’re awake”, his voice seemed to reverberate through her skull as he entered the room, a tray in his hand “I was about to call a doctor to see if you had fallen into a coma”.

  She flew up from the bed, backing away from him and glancing around for an escape route as he inched closer.

  “Don’t come any closer”, her head throbbed painfully as she spoke but she had more important matters to tend to at the moment, “What did you do to me last night?”

  Wry amusement shone in his brown eyes as he placed the tray on the nightstand. “Well, lots of things. Let me see…” he thrummed his hairless chin as if deep in thought.

  Her already pale cheeks grew ashen and bile rose in her throat.

  “…You fell on the sidewalk, kissed me in my car, insisted on sitting on my lap for the entire journey home, fell off the bed and did I mention that you took off your bra in front of me”, she gaped in shock; flushing all the way to her hairline.

  “Did you…Did we..?” she stuttered around the knot in her throat.

  “No, we didn’t have sex”, she sagged in relief and he laughed uproariously.

  “Ouch!” she gripped both sides of her head and closed her eyes as the sound echoed through her head.

  “Drink this”, she jumped at his nearness, eyeing the proffered cup warily. Why was he being this nice to her?

  “Don’t worry I didn’t spike it. I have no intention of reliving last night but I’m up for another striptease anytime”, he winked rakishly and she grabbed the cup and sipped the bitter brew.

  He glanced at his watch. “I have to go. There’s aspirin in the bathroom. I’ll be back on Sunday”

  “It’s Monday, that’s almost a week away.”

  “I know. Don’t I, at least, get a kiss for good behavior?”

  She opened her mouth to respond and he planted a swift kiss on her lips and left the room. There was an odd twinge in her stomach as she watched him leave. She shrugged it aside; reminding herself of his harsh criticisms, the night before. Thank goodness sleeping with drunken women wasn’t one of his fetishes, she told herself as she struggled to remember what had transpired the night before around the headache that seemed to be splitting her skull.

  PAIGE WAS SHOCKED WHEN SEBASTIAN phoned the following afternoon inviting her to lunch. Apparently he had returned to the city for a meeting earlier that morning and had decided to remain for lunch. Unease prickled up her spine as she carefully donned a yellow, knee-length straight dress and boarded the elevator down to the lobby. She never knew what to expect with Sebastian.

  Her breath caught in her throat as she saw him leaning casually on the side of his car; his scorching brown eyes, seemingly, burning the dress from her body. He was all charm and eloquence as he complimented her attire and ushered her into his car and joined her. They arrived a few minutes later at a restaurant in Central Park overlooking the lake. Though not as elegant as most of the places she had dined during the past month; she found the simple serenity soothing.

  They chatted as they ate and she experienced, in awe, a totally different face of Sebastian Bradley. The part that smiled often and made her laugh as much, the part that was free of the strictures of the shrewd businessman and the part that lauded her abilities and disregarded her alleged flaws.

  They strolled through the park after their meal, discussing sports; football mainly, and politics. Both basking in the newfound intimacy between them and reluctant to leave for fear that the moment would slip away.

  Dusk had fallen when the car drew up to the penthouse and he pulled her into his arms for a lingering kiss that was tinged with barely restrained longing.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  PAIGE STRUGGLED TO CONTAIN HER DISSAPPOINTMENT as her latest search of the ballroom revealed that Sebastian wasn't present. He had called her every night for the past week and they talked for hours about nothing in particular. Despite this, she had felt a strange need to be in his presence, see his eyes as he laughed. She blushed as she recalled waking up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, after a vivid dream of Sebastian's skilled hands and mouth on her body.

  She drew her mind forcefully to the present as Abigail and Jessica chattered on about who was wearing what and whom was sleeping with whom. She felt his eyes on her the moment he entered the room and her skin tingled with awareness.

  "Brad is here", Abigail gushed, "no offense Paige but he's hot!”

  A fierce possessiveness rose inside her as all three girls ate him up with their eyes as he approached.

  "Hello ladies", his eyes was trained on her as they chorused a reply, "you wouldn’t mind if I steal Paige for a dance, would you?"

  "No, not at all...”

  A rosy blush stole up her neck to her cheeks as his smouldering eyes carressed her face while he drew her unto the dancefloor. They moved to a rhythm of their own making; eyes locked, limbs swaying until they ended up on a darkened terrace.

  "I've been longing to do this all week", his lips caught hers in a heated kiss that was almost bruising in its intensity. And she responded with wild abandon; her limbs heavy with desire.

  He tore his lips from hers; trailing hot little kisses along her cheekbone before pausing at her ears. He nipped along her earlobe and she moaned in pleasure; arching into his touch, wanting, needing more.

  He skimmed his hands along her mini flare dress and gripped her hips as he wedged one knee between her legs and pressed his arrousal into her feminine core. Her breath left her lungs in tight gasps and she trembled with need.

  "I wanna peel this dress from your body and fuck you until you forget your own name", the erotic remark sent delicious shivers down her spine and she wanted him to throw her on the floor and mount her there and then.

  He groaned and tore his mouth from hers. "We have to get out of here before someone comes out here".

  "Yes..."

  He held her hand and retraced their steps to the ballroom; skirting the crowd and made their way to his waiting car. He drew her unto his lap as soon as they entered the car and fused his lips to hers; kneading her breasts in his palms and she ground her hips into the hardened bulge in his pants.

  He groaned into her mouth before his lips trailed a hot path to the neck of her dress; his hand drifting between them, to the apex of her thighs to stroke her heated flesh through her lace underwear. She threw her head back, yeilding to the mind boggling pleasure. Suddenly she wanted to touch him and she stroked the hard curve of his jaw, sucking lightly at his neck and he growled low in his throat.

  They dragged themselves out of each other's grasp long enough to board the elevator. Once there he backed her into a corner and claimed her mouth, his hands snaking up her thighs. He gripped her wrists in one of his large palms and held them above her head as his other hand stroked her inner thighs as he dragged his mouth to the swell of her breast above her dress. His fingers found the nub of her pleasure and stroked rhythmically as he bit gently into her nipples through her dress until she whimpered with need.

  She mewled in protest as he freed her hands when the elevator stopped and led her to his penthouse. She shouldn’t but she wanted him so badly she ached, especially in tha
t secret place between her thighs. She would think of the consequences tomorrow, she promised herself but tonight she would revel in the reckless passion flooding through her veins.

  He ripped the dress from her body as they entered the living room; nibbling at her lips as she shoved the jacket from his shoulders and fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. He unbuckled his pants, almost ripping it in his haste to be rid of it as her trembling fingers finally freed him of his shirt.

  He buried his face into the soft mounds of her breast as he unhooked her bra; groaning in appreciation as they sprung free, her hardened nipples begging for his lips. She shuddered with desire as he stroked each nipple with his tongue before urging her towards the couch. She was barely aware as he deftly removed her flimsy undergarment, spread her legs on either side of the couch and knelt between them; raining hot kisses on her breast and stomach.

  He blew lightly unto the heated flesh of her inner thighs and she shuddered as lightning bolts of pleasure danced across her skin. He wound his arms beneath her legs and gripped her hips so that she was fully exposed to him and flicked his tongue along her sex. She opened her mouth to scream but no sound left her lips as her body spasm violently.

  His tongue tease her clitoris and she sprang from his grasp as her cervix contracted with pleasure. But he hauled her back in place and she sank her nails into the couch in an effort to anchor her writhing body against the delicious ripples of pleasure as the merciless plundering of his lips and tongue intensified. Guttural moans escaped her and her body jerked in heavenly bliss as her orgasm slammed through her before she fell against the sofa; boneless, sweat beading on her brow.

  He slid his forefinger inside her as her body contracted, increasing the pleasure as he kissed his way back to her lips and she sighed contentedly into his mouth. He withdrew his finger and hoisted her ankle unto his shoulder, stroking the smooth skin of her leg, with his fingertips.