And just like that, she felt desire rush in. She found it hard to believe considering the fact she’d been thoroughly sated just a few short minutes before.
As they made love again, Sierra forgot about everything. She forgot about the senator and his goons. About the Chicago mafia family that was after her. About everything except the man before her. At that particular moment, life could not be more perfect.
Chapter Forty-One
Janey sat curled up in the den, her feet tucked under her. The TV was on, though she’d muted the volume. She was feeling sorry for herself. She was not a prude or anything, but listening to Ace and Sierra make love through the night was not her idea of a restful night. Not when she was so turned on, she didn’t know what to do with herself.
This is why sensible women have a good dildo on hand. But Janey was sensible. Sensible women did not have dildos lying about, sensual women did. And Janey was definitely not sensual.
She laughed at the thought. A soft, scoffing sound. She could count exactly how many times she’d had orgasms in her entire life. A big fat zero.
She would be thirty in a couple of months. She had been engaged to the same man for the last six years. They had regular sex, every week and sometimes more than once a week. And she had no idea what it meant to have an orgasm. She couldn’t even fake it properly. Instead, she came across sounding like a vehicle with a faulty injector. Not like it made any difference to Mark, her fiancé.
Sad.
That was what her life was. Totally sad.
When the noises started from the room across from hers, she knew that she probably should have plugged her ears. But she’d been fascinated. Yep, she had finally graduated into a voyeur.
Her face felt so hot, she brought her palms to cool them a bit.
Listening to them had gotten her wired so tight, she was desperate for release. Sierra’s scream had been the final straw which had sent her fleeing to the den. She was glad the den was quiet. She pressed her thighs together and shut her eyes as bursts of sensation shot through her. This was too much.
“Janey?”
No. No. No. The last person she needed to see in this state was Drew.
She opened her eyes and stared at him. The only light was from the TV, so she was surprised he’d been able to tell that she was the one.
“Hey Drew,” Her voice sounded husky even to her ears. “Why are you still up?”
“I needed to check the perimeter. Be sure everything’s good.”
“Is everything okay outside?”
“Yeah. Cameras are where they’re supposed to be.” He walked towards her. “Can’t sleep?”
He sat on the other end of the three-seater, keeping some distance between them.
Janey sighed. “Too much activity up there.”
Drew chuckled. “They kept you up, huh?”
She shrugged. “It’s okay. I had a lot on my mind anyway.”
“That fiancé of yours?”
That was funny. Except for a few moments ago when she was bemoaning her orgasm-less life, she had not thought once of her ex-fiancé.
Drew flicked on a lamp. It cast a warm glow over the den.
“You shouldn’t think about him so much,” he said offhandedly. “If he was stupid enough to let you go, then you shouldn’t spare him a thought.”
He picked the remote and flicked the channels. Looking for something to watch, most likely.
Janey wanted to laugh. Her ex-fiancé was not who she was thinking about. Since they’d met at the airport earlier that day, she had struggled to stop thinking about the man sitting right across from her.
It was crazy.
She didn’t know anything about him. He could be a wife-beater for all she knew. Or worse, he could have a wife…okay, she needed her head screwed on tight. How could his having a wife be worse than his being a wife-beater?
The thing was, she’d had an instant, visceral reaction to the man and it had taken her by surprise. She was not in the habit of reacting sexually to anyone. The man she’d been engaged to marry had even said she was frigid. And she’d been inclined to believe him.
But Janey didn’t feel frigid now.
She was hot and burning up with lust.
She needed to go back to her room before she did something stupid. Like jump Drew’s bones.
She stood up.
“You’re leaving?”
Drew stood up as well and came to stand directly in front of her.
Janey dropped her gaze, shielding her eyes from his stare. There was no way he could look into her eyes and not know that she was in a really bad state.
“I’ll just go…” She made a mistake and looked up and promptly forgot what she was about to say.
She was arrested by his gaze. His eyes were every bit as hungry as she felt. He gazed at her as though he wanted to devour her.
Janey caught her breath. A tiny moan escaped her lips.
Without another word, they reached for each other in a frenzy of passion. They exchanged fevered kisses, their bodies straining against each other.
Janey tried to remove the buttons of his shirt, then she got impatient and yanked hard. Buttons went popping.
Drew lifted her and her legs wrapped around his waist bringing her in direct contact with his arousal.
She was shaking so badly she could barely think.
“This is crazy,” she gasped when his mouth found the sensitive spot just beneath her ear.
“Crazy,” he agreed.
“I don’t know you.” She ground her hips, feeling his hardness against her center.
“Shit,” he groaned.
He took a few steps and Janey felt the wall at her back. His hands were freer now, so he pulled off her cardigan to reveal the top of her nightie. It had press buttons that went down. He made short work of them. She was not wearing a bra. He leaned forward and captured her breast in his mouth. His hands went back to cup her bottom and he squeezed.
“Ohhh,” she gasped at the force of desire she felt.
She had never felt this wild, this desperate about sex. Somehow, she was able to maneuver and she freed his erection. She wanted to feel him inside with a desperation that would have shocked her if she was able to think about it.
“I want…I want…Ohhh.” She was losing her mind.
“What do you want, Janey, honey. Tell me.”
But she could not put into words what she wanted. Drew pulled the top of her nightie so that her chest was exposed. He lowered his head to the other breast
Janey began to buck against him. She could feel the pressure building.
“Need to be inside you…” Drew rasped.
He reached down and managed to push her panties to the side, making a path for his entry. She shifted just a bit and the movement put his arousal at the center of her heat.
“Inside!” she gasped, suddenly in a hurry. She felt like she would die if he did not enter.
She thought briefly of protection, but she was beyond caring at that stage. As Drew slid into her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and shuddered at the force of the pleasure.
“Ohh…so tight, baby,” he groaned.
“Drew…ahhh.”
He pushed inside her until he was firmly sheathed to the hilt. Then he held on firmly to her thighs and began to move.
Janey threw her head back and gave herself up to the moment.
“Faster, Drew!” she panted.
He increased the pace. She could feel it. She was almost there.
“Harder!” She held on to him.
Drew went totally crazy, pounding into her like a man possessed, and she loved every single minute of it.
He grunted and she moaned his name.
“Drew…Yes! Oh yes!” This was the best sex of her life. The best experience of her life!
Suddenly an intense pleasure took over her body. She tensed and then she felt like her body exploded into a million pieces of pleasure, each more intense than the one before it. She shud
dered and let out a keening wail.
Drew shuddered and shouted her name as he emptied himself into her.
They remained that way for a few minutes as they struggled to catch their breath. Finally Drew gently lowered her down to her feet. She stumbled and he caught her. He pulled down her nightie and put back the buttons on top.
Seeing this big man being so gentle with her did something to Janey. She ruthlessly squashed the feeling. She’d had amazing sex with this man and that was all there was to it. She was not going to start expecting anything from him simply because he’d given her a mind-blowing orgasm.
Boy. It had been mind-blowing though. So this was what she’d been missing? She was never going to settle for less than what she’d experienced in this room.
She felt wanton. Not even twenty-four hours after Mark had called off their engagement, there she was, having wild sex with a stranger. And she felt wonderful about it. What kind of woman did that make her?
One who finally had an orgasm, that was who.
She leaned forward and kissed his lips. “Thank you.”
He looked at her in surprise. “What for?”
She stepped away from him with a wry smile. “That was the best sex ever.”
He watched her with hooded eyes. “You were amazing.”
She said good night and turned to go then paused to say, “It was also my first orgasm.” With that, she turned and walked out of the den.
Climbing the stairs to her room, she suddenly felt very sleepy. Her limbs felt like liquid and she’d never felt so relaxed before.
She really had been missing out.
Janey was halfway up the stairs when she heard her name. She stopped and looked back to see Drew standing at the foot of the stairs.
“Yes?”
“Protection. We didn’t use any.”
She climbed down a few steps so she could see his face better. She could not read his expression.
“I’m on the pill,” she said with a small frown. “Also…well, I haven’t had sex since my last exam two months ago. I’m clean.” She shrugged.
“So am I.” The look he gave her was intense. “I’ve never had unprotected sex.”
“What are you saying, Drew?”
His mouth quirked up in a wry smile. “You are dynamite. Good night, Janey.”
She watched him disappear around the corner. A door opened and shut. Janey clutched the railings, her heart racing in shock. Then a wide smile spread across her face. She couldn’t believe she had made a man like Drew forget about protection.
“Wow, Janey. You femme fatale, you.”
She went to bed that night feeling very light and happy.
Chapter Forty-Two
He sat across the road in a café, his cup of coffee untouched. There was nothing particularly remarkable about him. He was slim with a nice tan. His brown hair was cut low, but not in a way that would stand out. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a chocolate-colored sweater.
He looked engrossed in the book he read. A sci-fi novel about some alternate universe. But he was fully aware of everything going on around him.
He had come in every evening for the last couple of days, watching the house across the street.
He watched now as the senator stepped out with his wife. He was not here for the wife, but he had one more day to carry out his orders and if she got in the way, so be it.
He waited for them to drive away, then sent an SMS on his phone. He closed his book, took a sip from the coffee mug and stood up.
It was time for business.
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“I don’t know what to say to you, James.”
James Coleman was a man drowning, but he was confident that he would survive this. He was James Hugh Coleman after all. He did not get to where he was now by allowing circumstances to manipulate and defeat him.
“I’m telling you, Penny, it was a set up.”
“Just stop, James. Stop!”
James glanced at the woman sitting next to him. She was upset now, but he knew she would come around. She loved him, so she would forgive him.
Penelope Caxton-Smyth Coleman was tired of crying because of her husband. She had cried when she first found out about his many women. She had cried when she discovered that his marriage to her had just been a means to an end. She had even cried when she had stumbled upon the accounts hidden away in the Cayman Islands.
But this… This was too much.
“I haven’t seen Diane around these days, James. How is she?”
“Diane?” He pasted a confident smile on his face.
“Yeah, you know, your assistant and mistress?”
James froze. His mind went blank. He was usually great at talking his way out of anything, but for once he could not think of a thing to say.
“You’re surprised that I know, right?” She shook her head and a bitter smile curved her lips.
“Penny—”
“I even know about the cozy little nest you have over in Arlington as well as the cute little blonde you’ve been seeing.”
She crossed her legs and looked at him. James clutched the wheel, wondering what was going through her mind. How had she found out? He had been so careful.
“You’re wondering how I found out? I’ve known for the past four years.”
He choked then. “Four years?” That could not be possible. How had she known and not said anything?
“I hired a private detective.” At his shocked face, she laughed. “You forget that I am Penelope Caxton-Smythe, of the Chicago Caxton-Smythes. Did you think I had become less of who I am simply because I got married to you?”
James glanced at her before facing the road once more. It was like looking at a different person. She still looked like the gentle woman who had been his wife for so many years. Her voice was calm and soothing, but the things coming out of her mouth… He had been sure that his affairs would devastate her and so he’d taken care to keep them away from her. And here she was saying that she knew all along?
“Why didn’t you say something?” he finally ventured to ask.
“Because I did not want to hurt the children.”
He could understand that. She was completely devoted to the kids.
“However, I called my lawyers today. I’m filing for a divorce. Once we get back from the charity function this evening, I want you out of the house.”
It was delivered in that same soft, soothing voice. But this time around, James heard the steel. He felt the blood drain from his face. He had to think of a way out of this. Penelope would not really divorce him, she hated scandal.
“Why now?” he finally asked.
If she knew about his women, as she termed it, and she had remained married to him, why was she asking for a divorce. They could work things out, couldn’t they? She loved him.
She laughed. “What do I have to lose? You have your name splayed out there in the news like a common criminal. I can’t shield Jasmine and Percy from your stupidity any longer.”
“I won’t give you a divorce.”
“Oh, but you will, James. You will.” She stated with quiet certainty. “I have a dossier full of your many indiscretions. If you try to stop me, I will not just ruin you, my darling husband, I will bury you.”
James stared at her in shock. Who was this ruthless person? She looked like his wife and sounded like her. Yet there she was talking about destroying him without even batting an eyelash.
They had arrived at their destination and the valet was waiting to park their car.
“And if I disappear like darling Diane did, I will make sure you take the fall for it. Don’t for one moment doubt that I can.”
James felt like he was living in an altered state of reality. Who was this woman?
“Alright, honey, let’s go in and remember to smile, okay? It’s what you politicians do, right?” With that salvo, she stepped out of the car. The first time in more than eighteen years that she did not wait for him to open the door for her.
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“Your keys, sir.”
James handed the keys to the valet driver, still in shock. He saw his bodyguards park not too far away. The event was high profile, so security inside would be top notch. They had no guarantee once they stepped out, which was why he had the bodyguards tag along.
The valet watched the couple walk into the building, then brought out his phone. He sent out an SMS before going to park the car.
Throughout that evening, James smiled, laughing politely at jokes he always used to find funny. Today was different though. Today he had to laugh while the careful world he had built was unraveling right before his eyes and he could not seem to do anything about it.
Damn that Newman woman.
When he got back tonight, he would make sure the job was done, even if it meant going after her himself.
Penelope was with a group of women. All trust-fund babies like her. She said something and they all laughed. She noticed him looking at her. Saying something to the women, she left them and walked to where he was standing.
“Honey, could we leave in five minutes? I’ll go take my leave now.” She smiled sweetly at him and moved off.
James needed a drink. He had been drinking more than usual since he arrived but was careful to remain a tiny bit sober. He would probably have to spend the night in a hotel room. He could get drunk then, maybe pick up someone willing.
God, he needed a drink!
The waitstaff had been watching, waiting for the perfect opportunity. He walked up to the man unobtrusively.
“Drink, sir.”
“Thanks.” The senator absent-mindedly picked the drink off the serving tray and downed it.
By the time he was done, the waitstaff was long gone.
“I’m ready,” Penelope said, walking to where he was.
James handed the empty glass to a passing waiter, said his good-byes and walked out into the cool night with his wife by his side. There was no smile on his face now.
Their car was brought around and they began the journey home.
“Penny, we don’t have to do this.” He decided to try talking to her.
“My mind is made up, James.”
“Look, we can talk about this. Go to counseling.”
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