Hearts and Diamonds

by Nichelle Gregory

  “Up.”

  Nia stumbled to her feet in a daze, allowing him to lift her onto the table. She breathed in his sexy cologne as he leaned into her to swipe more dishes out of the way. He laid her down on the smooth wood surface, scooted her naked ass towards him and spread her trembling thighs wide as he sat back down in his chair.

  She struggled to remain perfectly still as his heated gaze raked over her, knowing the wanton image she was presenting with her dress bunched up around her waist and her trimmed pussy so wet and pink before him.

  I’m going to spontaneously combust if you don’t say something…touch me…pleas—

  “So fucking beautiful.”

  His words melted away any reservations about being so vulnerably exposed to him.

  “Do you know what your eyes are telling me now, Nia?”

  She shook her head, not willing to trust her own voice.

  “You want me to taste you, here.” He lightly touched her outer lips. “And here.” His thumb encircled her clit, his hot gaze unwavering as he skimmed over the engorged button.

  “Please…” Was she begging for him to stop torturing her or pleading for him to continue? She wasn’t sure, didn’t care as long as he didn’t stop. Her hands flailed above her on the table, sending a knife skittering to the floor as he caressed her. The stark sound of the silverware clattering to the ground only added to the surreal moment as she stared into the molten depths of his eyes.

  “You want me to tongue-fuck you here.”

  Nia moaned and closed her eyes again as two fingers penetrated her, squeezing her slippery tight sheath around them. She was so close to the edge as he stroked her, she cried out when he abruptly removed his fingers.

  “Shh…” Quin whispered, leaning down between her legs to kiss each thigh. He held on to her legs as he licked her silken folds and suckled her clit. “Hold on tight, love.”

  There was nothing to hold on to, so she pushed her fingers through his hair. She called out his name as his warm tongue darted in and out of her, preparing her for his dick, but she was already ready. Past ready. Her breath hitched and she bit off a scream as the first delicious waves of her climax crested over and over her.

  She panted, boneless, completely pliant as Quin moved back and stripped out of his clothing. Her eyes ran over his bronzed muscles to his impressive hard on as she sat up. “Oh, my.”

  With a naughty grin, he walked forward with a condom in hand and wrapped her legs around his waist. He lifted her off the table, sat back down in the chair and Nia encircled his thick shaft with one hand, loving the hard satiny feel of his cock. “So fucking beautiful.”

  Her hands glided up and down his hard length as he tore open the plastic packet. She took it from him, slipped the latex over the crown of his cock and smiled at his sharp intake of breath as she slid it down his erection.

  “Are you sure?” Quin asked, placing his hands on her waist.

  She didn’t answer. It was a silly question. Instead, she lifted up off his lap and used her hand to guide him into her. His hands cupped her ass as she slowly lowered herself down on his cock. She closed her eyes and moaned as the head penetrated her wetness, filling her inch by sweet inch.

  With no lover for almost seven months, Nia welcomed the tight friction of Quin pushing deep inside of her. She opened her eyes to meet his gaze, saw her urgent need reflected in his and began to move up and down in a slow, easy pace.

  Small moans of pleasure echoed in the room as she creamed his cock with more of her juices. Quin began rocking his hips in perfect rhythm with her movements, increasing the overwhelming erotic sensations enveloping her. A sheen of sweat prickled across her brow as she bounced on his lap. She closed her eyes again, grabbing hold of his shoulders as his large hands cupped her ass cheeks. He started helping her move and Nia couldn’t contain her whimpers of ecstasy. Each stroke was deeper than the last. Her head fell back as they rocked together, her entire body on sensory overload. She was conscious of her breasts jiggling as she seated herself on him again and again.

  Amazingly, she was close to coming again and his palm pressed against her clit sent her over the top. She screamed as the vibrations ripped through her. She clung to him as he lifted her back on the table. The cool wood connected with her sweaty skin as she laid back.

  Quin yanked her ass to the edge of the table, spread her wet thighs and sank back into her with one fierce thrust. He slammed into her hard, harder still and Nia begged for more. The sound of skin slapping against skin and the smell of sex and sweat was all that mattered. She bit her lip as he stroked deep one, two, three more times before climaxing with a gruff groan.

  Dazed and sated, she stared at the beads of sweat dripping down his face. Wet strands of his dark hair lay against his forehead, muscles rippled in his arms as he caressed her hips. He kissed her knee before pulling out of her body.

  “Increíble.”

  She smiled, noticing how his voice, now rough and ragged, carried more of a Spanish accent. He turned away from her to reach for his boxers on the floor and Nia was disappointed when his delectably tight ass disappeared from view. She envied his ability to move as she waited for her heart to stop racing.

  Quin cursed as his cell started to ring. He pulled up his jeans and reached for the slim phone from his pocket. No trace of the rough, sexy voice she’d heard minutes ago remained, replaced with the cool professional tone he normally used.

  Nia struggled to sit up as she slipped the top of her sweater back into place and pushed the bottom half down over her slippery thighs. She edged her way off the table, her gaze running over Quin’s tapered back as he turned away from her.

  It wasn’t fair for him to be so sexy.

  He turned around as he ended the call. “I hate to do this, but I—”

  “Have to go, I understand.” She suppressed the urge to shiver as his gaze ran over her.

  “It’s work.”

  His expression was unreadable as she nodded, her eyes dipping down to the hard six-pack she hadn’t yet tasted. He obviously hit the gym with the same amount of dedication he gave his job.

  “Are you okay?”

  “I’m good.” She wasn’t. Her stomach was twisting in a million tiny knots of need and uncertainty as he stared at her. She could almost feel him pulling away, putting up a wall between them.

  “Your house will be under constant surveillance, so don’t worry about anything.” He picked up his sweater and slipped it over his head. “Hopefully, tomorrow, I’ll call you with some news about the case.”

  “Sounds good.” Nia almost laughed at her easy nonchalant response when she felt anything but nonchalant. Maybe it was best he was leaving, she really needed a moment to regroup. “Would you like some pie to take with you?” The polite question almost made her laugh after what they had just been doing.

  Quin’s grin was wicked…and incredibly sexy. “I can’t resist pie.”

  “Good.” She smiled back and moved past him towards the kitchen. Her eyes dropped to the knife that had fallen to the floor when he…

  Focus on the pie, Nia, only the pie.

  With a shaky hand, she cut him a generous slice, sealed it tight in a plastic container and walked over to the door where he stood fully dressed. “Here you go.”

  “Nia…” He took the pie and draped his coat over his arm. His voice had deepened, taking on the accented rough edge she now loved.

  “Quin.” Only an inch or two of space lay between them. For a brief second she saw something in his eyes that had the potential to melt every bone in her body then it was gone. She wanted another display of the heat and passion she knew he possessed.

  On impulse, she stepped forward on her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. She let out a small moan as he swept her up in his arms, returning her kiss with enough sizzle to melt all the snow around her block.

  When he finally pulled away, Nia was pleased to see emotion in his eyes again.

  Mission accomplis
hed.

  “Good night, Quin.” She opened the door and shuddered as a blast of cold air washed over her bare legs.

  “Good night.” His gaze fell to her lips then he stepped past her and into the frosty night air.

  She watched him walk down the stairs into the drifting flurries until the freezing wind made her shut the door. They had said good night as if they hadn’t just been having hot wild sex. She’d half-expected him to say, we need to talk about what just happened.

  Nia stared at the knife lying on the dining room floor. Maybe what had happened between them meant absolutely nothing to him other than a quick screw.

  If it weren’t for the tingling ache between her legs and the silverware on the floor, she’d wonder if he’d really taken her on the dining room table. She padded across the creaky wood flooring and leaned over to pick up the knife. Images of his warm mouth all over her wet pussy popped into her mind as she squeezed her sticky thighs together and dropped the flatware again. With a whispered curse she snatched it back up, gathered their plates up from the table and strode into the kitchen. She half-rinsed the dishes, her mind replaying the hungry look of desire in Quin’s eyes as he’d thrust within her.

  He was easily the best lover she’d ever had, an intoxicating mixture of gentle and rough. She had never been as wet or turned on than under his tender…almost reverent attention to her sensitive flesh. He knew exactly what to do to take complete control of her body and give her the most pleasure.

  With the dishes loaded in the dishwasher, she headed to the bathroom and stripped out of her dress. Her nipples were still hard. She ran a finger over one tight bud and sucked in a deep breath.

  Two.

  She had achieved two orgasms with Quin. His passionate words and wicked warm tongue all over her body was such a stark contrast to the man she had just said goodnight to. She turned on the water, adjusted the heat to her liking before stepping under the ultra warm stream.

  It was so easy for him to pull back from her…too easy.

  Nia closed her eyes, enjoying the rivulets of water racing over her curves. She had seen the look of…of…longing in his eyes before he had gone. Whether he wanted to acknowledge what transpired between them or not, there was no mistaking the wild emotion she had witnessed. Sighing, she grabbed her loofah and poured on liquid soap.

  Why hadn’t he said something more than he had before leaving?

  She started lathering up her body as a million possible answers raced through her mind. Why hadn’t she? Because she hadn’t known what to say…except for the one word Quin had said seconds after coming.

  Increíble.

  Nia smiled, remembering the deep husky tone of his voice when he had uttered the word. “Damn right.”

  Chapter Five

  Quin watched his partner drive away from their rendezvous spot before grabbing the folder on the passenger seat. Another elaborate jewellery heist had taken place fifty miles away. He flipped the folder open and studied the grainy photographs of Scott and two other unidentifiable men. This time one of the men had killed the female employee working late for the holidays.

  It could’ve been Nia.

  Quin cursed. The thought made him crazy and bothered him at the same time. Thinking about the case or the people involved in the case in anything other than a professional capacity was reckless. Reckless equalled careless.

  He ran a hand through his hair and got a whiff of Nia’s sweet scent embedded in his sweater. His dick instantly stiffened as flashbacks of her soft cries of delight replayed in his mind. God, she tasted better than he’d imagined, felt better wrapped around his cock than he’d dared dream. He wanted her again. Next time he’d take her from behind or offer her the ride of a lifetime while he fondled her br—

  “Fuck!” With less finesse than usual, he backed out of the parking lot and accelerated towards the freeway.

  Scott’s crew had got away with over a quarter million dollars worth of diamonds…again and he was fantasising about all the different ways he could make Nia come. And come she had. Twice. The knowledge did all kinds of wild things to his male ego.

  He flipped on the stereo and blasted the music. He needed some kind of distraction to keep his mine off Nia Sanders.

  Fat chance.

  His swollen dick refused to take note of his steely determination to remain focused. He shifted the rigid muscle in a more comfortable position in his jeans. What he really needed was a hot shower and some sleep. He’d get neither if he went back to stakeout Nia’s place. The odds of the robbers coming after her now seemed slim, slimmer by each passing hour, but it was still a possibility. Her missing wallet bothered him. The jewel thieves knew where she lived. There was a chance they’d want to tie up any loose ends.

  Quin gripped the wheel as he crossed two lanes of traffic. There was no need for him to go back. She would be safe with the squad car keeping an eye on her place.

  Call her.

  The reasonable statement mocked how complicated his thoughts were about her. He had seen the flash of disappoint in Nia’s eyes when he’d told her he had to leave. Hell, he had practically bolted out of there, grateful Tan had called him away. The intense need to take Nia, professionalism be damned, was a first. Everything about her incited lust, from her cutesy slippers to her delectable body. She had curves for days, the sexiest lips and an infectious laugh.

  Woman came and went in his life much faster than the cases he solved. He preferred it that way, kept him at the top of his game. No distractions.

  The vibrating cell in his pocket interrupted his thoughts. He slowed down to peek at the display and saw a text message waiting for him from Nia.

  What was this feeling of joy rushing through him?

  Quin groaned as he hit the button to retrieve the text. Five words fuelled his fever, Hope you enjoyed the pie.

  “Querido Dios.”

  Distractions be damned.

  He had to have Nia Sanders again.

  * * * *

  Nia woke the next morning feeling tender aches all over her body. She yawned as she stretched, still tired. Her dreams had kept her tossing and turning all night long, hot, naughty dreams involving Quin. Had he thought of her last night? His three word response to her text had made sure she would think of nothing else, but him.

  Tastes like more…

  He had to know his ambiguous message would evoke images of him between her legs, tasting and licking her slick wet folds with his devilish tongue. She shivered beneath her warm sheets, wishing he were there with her right now to put out the slow burn of desire building within her. She wanted more. More of him.

  At least work would provide the distraction needed to get him off her mind. She skipped breakfast after showering and dressing and headed to work. If everything went smoothly today, Fletcher’s would reopen tomorrow. Sales would need to be phenomenal to recoup their losses due to the robbery and Donovan wanted the store to open earlier and close an hour later to ensure just that.

  It’s going to be a long day, Nia thought as she walked into the store, surprised to see the glass showcases replaced and the bloodstained carpet gone. It almost looked like no robbery had taken place until she gazed upon the office door still riddled with bullet holes. She stared at the mottled wood, a physical reminder of how close she’d come to being killed and how Quin had saved her life.

  “Don’t worry that’s going to be fixed this afternoon.”

  She jumped, turning to face the storeowner. “That’s good news.”

  Donovan nodded his gaze moving around the showroom. “I’ve got even better news…we’ve got the go ahead to reopen tomorrow.”

  “Terrific! There’s still hope to meet our sales goal.”

  “I’m not worried. If we fall short, we’ll have a storewide sale that’ll bring people in. You should know, I’ve sent over one of our security guards from the Schaumburg store and I want you to hire a new one as soon as possible.”

  “What about Roger?” She hated the thought
of her old friend losing his job on top of everything else.

  “When he’s ready to come back, his job will be here. Roger has been a loyal employee.” Donovan sighed. “I hope the feds catch these bastards, but I intend to take every security precaution I can for Fletcher stores in the future.” He stuffed his hand into his suit pocket, took out a gleaming gold pocket watch and flicked it open. “Now,” he looked up at her. “I’m taking off. I know you can handle anything else that may come up.”

  Nia nodded. “Of course, enjoy the holiday with your family.”

  “Will do and you do the same.”

  She was glad to see him go even though they had a good working relationship. He trusted her to do her job and she appreciated the latitude she had to run the store as she saw fit. The store telephone rang and she raced towards the back office to answer the call.

  She was greeted by a frazzled customer concerned about a special diamond ring to be delivered to the store tomorrow. After reassuring the man Fletcher’s would indeed be open, she hung up and spent the rest of the morning catching up on paperwork and other tasks while trying not to think about Quin.

  The contractor came around noon filling the showroom with the noise of power tools and hammering, as she took care of last minute details in preparation for tomorrow. She showed Owen, the new security guard, around the store. He didn’t have Roger’s warm personality, but he exuded confidence and professionalism. When the contractor was done a new reinforced door was in place and no physical evidence remained to suggest the chaotic state the place had been in only a few days before.

  “Ms. Sanders?”

  “Yes, Owen?” She glanced up from her paperwork.

  “There’s an Agent Tan here to see you.”

  “Can you send her in here?”

  “Sure thing.”