by Karin Tabke
Simon’s manly groan supercharged her desire for him. She wanted to please him as he had pleased her. Holding the thick length steady as she sucked him, licking the precum from his wide head, Simon swelled hotly in her mouth.
When he withdrew, she cried out. “I want you, Simon.”
“You have me,” he whispered. “But now I have to punish you for speaking.”
Katy moaned, tightening, anticipating his big hand on her tender bottom, but what he did next surprised her. “I’m going to make you beg for it, Kat. Scream for it.”
Sliding down her belly, he spread her thighs and pressed his hand against her swollen lips. Wanton, her body responded to him. He skimmed a thick finger along her cleft just barely going inside of her. God, she wanted him inside of her. “And just when you think I’m going to give it to you,” slowly, he slid his finger into her.
Arching, she bit back a deep moan of pleasure. Yes, God that felt good.
He withdrew. She bit her bottom lip to keep from begging him to touch her again. Only this time, deeper, longer, harder.
“I’m going to take it away.”
Tracing his hot lips across her smooth mound, he licked around her stiff clit. “You are so swollen, Kat,” he slid his finger into her again. Sublime. He sucked her clit in the same slow rhythm as his finger went in and out of her. Her body rushed up to meet his, the tension building to flash point. He withdrew the instant before she was to combust.
Panting, undulating, she licked her dry lips, her need for Simon intensifying to unbearable. Biting back a plea, she gulped for air. Please, she silently begged, take me.
And he did. He pressed one finger gently into her anus, the sensation catching her off guard. She was so wet, so primed and so loose he slid right in.
“I love how you cling to me, baby.”
Then he did the same with another finger, this time sliding to the core of her.
“Your pussy is just begging for it, Kat,” he said, an edge of amazement in his tone.
She wanted to tell him that only he did this to her. She’d never been so wet, so pliable so willing or so in need with anyone but him.
As his fingers slowly began their cadence, his lips dropped to her swollen nether lips. “You are as succulent and sweet as a ripe peach.” He sucked her clit and surrounding area into his mouth. Low groans of pleasure as he enjoyed the fruits of her flesh fueled her fire to new heights.
“I love tasting you,” he rasped. “So good.” He caught her clitoris between his lips and sucked, increasing the pressure of his fingers, working her into a frantic undulation.
Perspiration flashed across her skin, slickening it. Barely able to breathe, Katy closed her eyes as a monster wave reared deep within her. It quickly built, cresting, and just as it was about to crash, Simon pulled out of her and off of her.
“No!” she screamed. “No, Simon, please,” she begged.
He rolled her over, and lifted her ass so that she was on her knees, arms pulled tight and extended over her head, and her face against the pillow. He swatted her. Katy cried out in sexual bliss. His fingertips had caught her swollen labia, the friction scintillating.
Spreading her knees wider, telling him with her body and not with the words that would earn her another spanking, Katy moaned loudly into the pillow when he dipped a finger into her.
His big body leaned over hers. The hard heat of his cock pressed against her ass.
“Simon!” she screamed into the pillow.
He spanked her hard, his palm cupping her pussy and his fingertips tapping her clit. It sent her careening off the edge. As she came apart, he spanked her pussy, not hard but with just enough friction to keep her orgasm jettisoning higher, and higher, until—she screamed when he finally deeply into her, giving her what she wanted most of all. The insurgence of his thick rod deep inside of her catapulted the already incredible orgasm into the stratosphere. He thundered in and out of her, wildly riding her as her body came completely undone.
imon’s big body tightened behind her, telling her he was close to release. But she wanted to look into his eyes when he came.
“Simon,” she gasped against the pillow. Her body was jellified from the multiple orgasms he’d given her, and she barely had the strength to say his name. He sensed what she needed, rolled her over onto her back and when he sunk into her again she brought her legs up and wrapped them around his hips.
His strong arms reached above her and snapped the lace ties apart. Her arms came down around his neck and shoulders.
Overcome with emotion, she sobbed his name.
Cupping her head in his big hands he slowed his manic pace, and pulled her hair so that she was looking directly into his fierce gaze. Tears stung her eyes as his searched hers in wonder. “Jesus, Kat,” he rasped. “You own me.” He thrust deep. Reverently she accepted all of him, knowing they had both crossed into uncharted territory. It scared the hell out of her. She’d never been in love before. It was wild and euphoric. There was nothing she would not do for Simon.
He came then, in a wild, wonderful, primal expression of emotion that touched her soul.
It took them both a long time to come down from their high. Entwined in Simon’s arms and legs, Katy was restless and contemplative. Simon was just…quiet. She wanted to talk about what just happened but she wasn’t sure how to approach it. How about, ‘Hey, in case you’re wondering what made that the most amazing and emotional sex of my life, it’s because I’m in love with you. Was it the same for you?’
Ugh, talk about cornering a man. Granted, she was making an assumption about how he’d feel, but Simon, while good with words, wasn’t emo word guy.
Expelling a long breath, she resigned herself to the fact that she was too chicken to talk to Simon about how she felt because one, she felt foolish and two, she was afraid that while she ‘owned him’ (how cool was that?) he wasn’t really the kind of man who could be owned. Maybe rented or leased?
“Spit it out, Kat,” he softly but firmly said.
Exhaling again she rose up on an elbow and looked down at him. His dark hair was sex mussed, his lids heavy and hooded, his eyes soft and satisfied and his lips kiss swollen. “You look like a sated cat.”
His lips twitched. “I am. For the moment.”
She kissed the column of his neck and smiled when his pulse leapt against her lips. “I love touching you, Simon.” She kissed him just below his earlobe. “I love being touched by you.”
His arm tightened around her waist. “The feeling is mutual but you’re avoiding my question.”
“Fine,” she said shaking her long hair over her shoulders. Catching his stare she said, “Sex is amazing with you. I love it. I crave it. If I could walk around with you inside of me all day I would,” she confessed and giggled as she envisioned that.
“Again the feeling is mutual.”
“But tonight, it was different, it was—I don’t know, more emotional. I felt like we were connected on every plane.” Her cheeks heated. “And even though we were kind of kinky, because of the emotion, I just feel like it was better. The best.”
He nodded. But didn’t offer any follow up. Instead he rolled her over and pinned her to the mattress, his face only inches from hers. Smoothing her hair back from her face he slowly said, “I’m not a wordsmith. I’m not one of those guys who brings his girl roses and chocolates and recites poetry. I’m the kind of guy who brings his girl his heart, his body and his soul. I’m offering you that, Kat; in return I want yours. But I also want your thoughts, your dreams. I want you to let me inside you, where no one else has gone.” He kissed her wildly pounding jugular. “I want your pulse.” He grazed his lips across her bottom lip. “I want everything.”
Katy didn’t know what to say. She wanted to pinch herself because she had to be dreaming. Never, not in a million lifetimes did she ever expect to hear those words from a man like Simon West. Hot tears blurred her vision. “Simon,” she softly sobbed, “I don’t know what to say to that.”
“You don’t have to say anything. You know where I stand.”
Tightening her arms around his neck she brought her lips up to his. “I think I fell in love with you the moment you let me wipe my snotty nose on your sleeve.”
He grinned. “Yeah, I know my way around a lady’s heart.”
He looked past her to the clock. It was nearly two in the morning. “I have an early call, Cinderella, let’s get some sleep.” He kissed her on the nose and rolled over, bringing her with him.
She fell asleep like that…with a shit-eating grin plastered across her face.
Katy woke to her alarm and an empty bed. She hurried to the bathroom, finding the air still warm and humid from Simon’s shower. She peed, then grabbed her robe and padded to her kitchen. Empty. The coffee was on with a note propped up beside her coffee pot.
Didn’t want to wake you (as if I could, you were snoring like a drunken sailor). Headed to the office. Livy is sick so lunch is off. I’ll call you in a few. S
Her cell phone that she had left on the kitchen table pinged that she had a text.
PS don’t talk to strangers
PPSS miss u
She smiled. No, Simon did not wax poetic, but his infrequent words were more meaningful than a book full of sonnets.
She simply texted back xo
An hour later, making sure she was not being followed, she was standing in the ante office to Veronica’s office. She’d been called away on an emergency but Veronica’s assistant gave Katy an envelope.
“There are several papers she’d like you to review, then sign.”
“Does she want them back today?”
“She wants you to take your time, so the end of the week is fine.”
As Katy made her way down to the lobby, she realized her cellphone she had left with Veronica was in the envelope. Immediately she wondered if Evan had sent more texts. Hurrying to the ladies room she locked herself in a stall and quickly turned on the phone and waited impatiently for it to boot up.
Tapping the app she smiled as it alerted her to several more cypher texts. Looks like Evan had been busy. She frowned, despite the possibility of having more dirt on him. Unfortunately she didn’t know Morse code, but Simon did. Smiling, she slipped the phone into her purse, called her car service and in no time was heading south, destination the Santa Clara County Sherriff’s Department HQ.
Simon had said he’d be at the office today; she’d surprise him by showing up. Even though he said lunch was off with Livy, Katy took that to mean he was still taking that half day, so maybe she could surprise him by taking him out for a bite and share the news that there were more texts to decipher? That’s what two people in love did for each other, right?
When the car pulled up in front of the multi-level brick and glass building, Katy started to second guess her actions. Maybe he was really busy? Or maybe he wasn’t allowed to have visitors? Nonsense, he was a captain. He called the shots, not the other way around.
“I’m not sure how long I’ll be, John, so please wait.”
“Yes ma’am.”
As luck or bad luck would have it, just as Katy reached for the front door of the building it opened and she nearly collided with, of all people, Amanda West. While she was aware Simon’s sister-in-law worked in the same building, she didn’t expect to bump into her.
They were both about to offer apologies when they realized who they had bumped into. And like any good Mexican standoff, the two women, each in love with the same man, stared at the other, one knowing she had no chance of winning him back and the other terrified the other knew her lover better than most people and would somehow destroy what she and Simon shared.
“Simon isn’t here, if that’s why you’re here.”
Katy swallowed, threw her shoulders back and notched her chin. “Actually, I’m here to see you, Amanda.”
The blonde’s eyes widened. “Really?” she said like a cat about to dig its very long, very sharp claws into you.
“Yes, I’d like to discuss a few matters with you.”
Amanda wrinkled her nose like she’d smelled something bad. “We have nothing to discuss,” she said, then started to walk past Katy.
“I can cut him completely out of your life, Amanda, or we can work together for Olivia’s sake. You decide.”
Amanda whirled around, her red lips twisted in a nasty sneer.
“Do you actually think you have any control over Simon?”
“He loves me.”
Amanda threw her head back and laughed, the sound cold, malicious and knowing.
The hair on the back of Katy’s neck sprung straight up.
“He loves you? Are you kidding me?” she spat. “Simon loves no woman. You’re nothing but a means to an end, Dr. Winslow.”
Katy’s stomach began a free fall. “What are you talking about?”
“You really have no clue do you?”
“About what?”
“Do you think he picked you up at that bar by accident?”
“He didn’t—”
“He was there at that hotel because you were there. He set you up from the beginning.”
“You’re lying,” Katy choked, refusing to believe it.
“He’s part of a state wide sting operation. He needed you in order to get to the piece of crap you were fucking.” Amanda’s glare swept Katy as if she was the most unworthy opponent on the earth. “And you made it so easy for him didn’t you?”
Katy couldn’t speak. It wasn’t true! Simon was not that person!
“He must not have pumped all of the information he needs from you; otherwise he would have kicked you to the curb by now.”
When Katy didn’t respond in any way, Amanda hoisted her bag over her shoulder. “Don’t believe me? Ask Simon. And if he denies it, come see me, I’ll be happy to show you your file.” With a smug smile on her rotten lips, Amanda literally pranced past a stunned Katy.
aty’s heart and head were an emotional meat grinder. Of course she was in denial. Simon was a man of extreme integrity. He’d told her last night he’d given her his heart, body and soul. She’d believed him. She still believed him! Amanda was lying, trying to dig an irreparable wedge between her and Simon.
But Katy was a scientist. She looked at what was real, not emotional reasoning or conjured fantasies. Simon had all but outted himself last night when he admitted he was on the task force. Oh he had skillfully skated on the edge of the truth. Katy knew he and his men were there because of the symposium. A symposium where she was the key note speaker!
And the entire time he’d been pretending? Making her fall in love with him to get information out of her? She refused to believe it. But how could she not when the facts screamed the truth?
Anger flashed. Did he really think she was involved with Evan’s duplicity?
Inwardly she cringed. She should have known Simon was too good to be true. A sexy stud like that interested in her? An introverted lab rat?
She slumped back into the seat of the town car and stared aimlessly out the window. Her heart was not broken it was shattered. Deep sadness consumed her. You could only beat a good woman down so many times before she could not get back up. And right now, she was that woman. Defeated. Done. Destroyed.
By the time they pulled up to her apartment, she accepted that she was not even the consolation prize this time, but simply a means to an end, a pawn in a game she had no idea she’d been a player in.
As she closed her apartment door behind her, and realized what a fool she had been, again, she got angry all over again. Son of a bitch! He was not going to get away with this without his comeuppance. “Damn you, Simon West!”
Instead of seething in her apartment, Katy changed into her workout attire and headed for the gym.
She ran blindly on the treadmill for an hour. Still unsettled, she lifted weights then killed it on the Stairmaster, but she was loaded for bear. Confused, angry, and hurt, she racked her brain for anything that might disprove what Amand
a had said about Simon’s motives for getting involved with her. After all, he’d never approached her. How fortuitous for him that Evan dared her to take him back to her room for a threesome. She’d handed herself over to him on a platter. She’d been such a fool!
She stepped harder when she thought that she could deal with all of it despite him targeting her. Him having sex with her, and him making her fall in love with him. If he had just come clean about it! Was it all a farce? She refused to believe it. Simon cared about her. He had to! No one was that good of a liar.
Just as furious with herself as Simon, she punched the air. She wanted to hurt someone. She took her hurt out on the heavy bag. So intently was she punching and kicking it, she didn’t notice she had an observer. Not until she was a sweaty, gelatinous mess.
Wiping the sweat from her brow with her gloved hands, she caught her breath when her eyes clashed with Evan’s. He was staring morosely at her.
“If I didn’t know any better Katy, I’d say you were a little angry.”
He unwound himself from the wall where he had been standing as he watched her and stalked toward her. Looking around, she didn’t panic. There were plenty of men nearby if she suddenly found herself under attack.
“You lost the right to inquire about my business, Evan.” She yanked off her gloves and tossed them to a nearby bench. Grabbing her towel from the rack she had set it on, she wiped her face, then wrapped it around her neck and moved past him. His arm shot out and he grasped her, his fingers biting into her arm.
He picked the wrong day to get physical with her. She jerked around and brought her free arm up then down on his forearm breaking the contact. “Touch me again, Evan and I’ll geld you.”
“For a woman with everything to lose, you’re acting like a bitch.”
She grabbed the ends of the towel around her neck because if she wasn’t holding something, she was going to punch Evan. “I’ve lost more than you can imagine, Evan. Because of you. I’d say I’ve earned the bitch title.”
“I can give you back some of what you’ve lost, Katy,” he quietly said.
She laughed in his face. “Evan, you have nothing I want.”