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“Oh, Jill,” he called, more than ready for the finale.
She turned from clearing out his dresser. “Yes? Oh…your payment. Yes, right away,.” Smiling, she stopped what she was doing, stuck her fingers into the side bands of her panties, then shimmied her hips and slowly pulled them off.
“Wait!” he said, twirling his fingers. “Would you turn around?”
With a sexy little glance over her shoulder, she did as he asked. “Like this?”
“Yeah, just like that. Do that little dance for me while you pull them off…and go really, really slow.”
She giggled again. And wiggled again. When she finally slipped her panties off, she was bent over, giving him a titillating view of how wet she was.
“Beautiful…” His dick throbbed, knowing this was turning her on as much as it was him.
Instantly, he wanted to forget their little game, keep her bent over just like that, and touch her until she screamed. Somehow, he managed to maintain control.
He let out a heavy groan. “Damn! I’m glad I have a strong heart. Now about that bonus…”
She immediately walked up to him and he enfolded her in his arms. He took her mouth with his, nearly knocking the wind from his own lungs. She sucked in a deep breath as he pressed his tongue against the seam of her lips. They fell open, and his tongue delved inside.
She was like dark chocolate, smooth and velvety. His tongue caressed every inch of her wet, inviting mouth. His head spun. He could think of nothing but the intoxicating taste of her soft lips, delighting in the way her breaths quickened to match his own.
His hands wandered over her luscious body, along the sides of her breasts, across her delicate waist, and down to her hips. He tugged her against him, letting his erection press against her. He caressed one round, firm cheek with his left hand. His right hand cupped her breast.
She brought a hand to his chest and stepped back. Still dazed and panting hard, her chest heaving, she said, “Wait...you’re cheating.”
He pressed his forehead against hers. “Cheating? Me? I would never.”
“Your bonus was a kiss.”
“And what a nice bonus it was. But I was thinking…it looks like you’ve packed what…three boxes of your own?” He glanced at the full boxes sitting next to his old double bed.
She gave him a suspicious look. “Yeah, what about it?”
“Well, I think you deserve a bonus too, don’t you?”
She pretended to consider his words. “I suppose it depends. What did you have in mind?”
He grinned, and his eyes roved her entire body from head to toe. “I’ve got a lot of things in mind. And I think you’re going to enjoy them all. How about I show you?” Gently, Cole pressed her back against the wall and slid his hand down between her legs. He ran his fingers slowly along her slit, causing her to gasp. He kissed her neck, letting his fingers linger on the hood of her clit, pressing just a bit but not too much.
She moaned but still hesitated. “I don’t know about this. I’m not sure this was part of the…” She caught her breath. “Deal.” He slid one finger inside of her and bit down gently on the tender flesh above her shoulder. “Oh, never mind.”
Cole smiled against her neck. He loved it. Loved her reactions, loved the way she felt wrapped around his finger. He looped his arm around her waist and pulled her up against his chest, then he bent his head slightly and pressed his lips to hers for a sweet kiss. Slowly, he drew his lips across hers and lifted up just slightly so he could see her face. Her eyes were closed. She gasped every time he pulled his finger out and gasped again when he slid it back in.
A moan rose from his throat and he nuzzled his face into her hair. “Mmm, you smell good. And feel good. And taste good.” Gently, he shifted his hold until she was steady on her feet. Then he took her hand. “Thank you for my reward. I don’t want to take more than you intended. I can go back to packing…”
His words trailed off when Jill shook her head and lifted the hem of his shirt. Raising his arms above his head, he allowed her to strip the shirt of him.
“Jill?”
“I want you to fuck me, Cole,” she said, her voice assertive. Hungry. “Fuck me here in your fantasy lair.”
His eyes almost crossed at her erotic words. “My fantasy lair?” he gasped.
“Yes, I’m sure you must’ve fantasized about her…” Jill pointed to the hot blonde on the Harley. “And her…” Then to the brunette across a candy apple red Ferrari.
Cole managed a shaky laugh.
“I feel so honored,” Jill said, sitting on his dark blue bedspread. “So pretend I’m your fantasy, Cole,” she whispered, leaning back on her elbows. “Pretend I’m one of those girls from your posters. What are you going to do to me?”
“Well, let’s see.” His mouth came down on hers again for another slow, sensual kiss. “There’s that for starters.” A tremor seemed to start low in her body and work its way up. Cole pulled her close and lifted her up higher on the double bed, placing her against the pillows.
As he leaned over her, she wrapped her legs around his torso to keep him close. “I should make you beg for it tonight,” Jill said, kissing his collarbone.
“You do without realizing it,” he said. “You drive me crazy. I think about you when you’re not around and I immediately get hard.” Pulling away from her, Cole trailed kisses down her chest and stomach. Then he maneuvered around to kiss up one of her legs and down the other, pausing only to lightly breathe on her mound. He repeated the process again and again, blowing lightly on her core until she was dripping, arching her body up towards his mouth. He flicked his tongue over her, making her cry out and grab his head. When he finally ran his tongue between her aching lips, he hummed against her.
Jill squirmed and gyrated against his mouth, one hand grabbing his hair. He continued humming and licking, using his lips, mouth, and breath until her legs pressed against his face. Finally, her back sprang off the bed as an orgasm rocked through her.
He waited until the waves of her release subsided then let out a big smile. “I love watching that,” he said, rising to his knees and admiring her naked body.
She gazed back at him through dreamy eyes, taking in the details of his tattoos and muscles in the dim light of the hallway. Slowly, she slid her hand down her stomach and touched herself, feeling the wetness of her climax, watching the way he sucked in his breath and bit his lip. He was hard and ready but she made him wait, teasing him.
He shook his head. “Okay, I’m begging. I want you. I need to feel myself buried in your pussy, and what you’re doing…it’s driving me crazy.”
“Tell me how bad you want me.”
“I’ll show you.” He leaned down to watch close-up as she rubbed her clit, then he leaned even closer to slide his tongue into her.
Jill lost it, coming again, her back arched. She fell back, dizzy and panting, while Cole ripped off the rest of his clothes and rolled on a condom. Cole covered her body and held himself just above her until she opened her eyes and stared. He waited until she was looking at him, drunk from desire, and entered her in one, long push.
“Oh, yeah…” She ran her hands up and down his flat abs and pecs, feeling his strength as he moved inside of her.
She tightened her pussy around him and that was all it took to send them both careening over the edge, shouting with their release.
Chapter Ten
The next morning, Jill focused on work and the kids, but several times she had to tamp down her excitement to see Cole again. He’d asked her to go for a bike ride with him that evening. For someone who’d never been particularly interested in motorcycles before, she was turning into a certified addict.
At seven o’clock that evening, Cole knocked on the door, and she opened it in a rush, taking in his hotness in jeans, T-shirt, and biker boots. He’d just taken a shower and looked and smelled good enough to eat. “Wow, you look great, Jill.”
She wore denim capris, a white lace T-shirt with a
white camisole underneath, and white sneaks. Her long hair had been pulled back and tied with a scarf. “Thank you,” she said.
“I was planning on it just being the two of us tonight, but I was wondering if you were up for meeting some friends of mine for drinks? They called earlier, checking in on me, and…well…” He rubbed the back of his neck.
“They’re worried about you? What good friends. I’d love to meet them.”
Taking her hand, he led her to his bike, which he’d pulled out of the garage and parked at the curb. She smiled when she saw an extra black helmet on the handle bars. It was a bit smaller than his and looked brand new.
“It’s a beautiful night,” she said.
“Not as beautiful as you,” he said. He got on the bike, and Jill slipped on her helmet and climbed on. She loved the way it felt to sit behind him with her hands around his waist. She liked the feeling of the wind rushing in her face. She liked the scent of jasmine in the evening air and the fact that she would never experience the heady scent if she were in a car. There was something freeing about the whole experience.
They drove for almost thirty minutes as he headed into Burbank. Soon, he pulled up to Folsom’s, a quaint little place Jill had heard good things about. Loud music drifted through the walls, spiking in intensity whenever someone opened the door. As they got off Cole’s bike, a tall, extremely handsome man with dark hair and steel gray eyes, dressed in slacks and a crisp button-down shirt, strode up to them.
“About time you showed up.”
Cole grinned and both men slapped each other on the back. “Jill, this is Luke, my friend and business partner in Frontline.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Luke.” She shook his hand and he cupped both of hers in both of his.
“The pleasure’s mine, Jill. Thanks for taking care of Cole here. I appreciate it.”
She smiled and glanced at Cole. Feeling bold, she said, “That’s been my pleasure.” She giggled when Cole actually blushed a little.
Luke burst out laughing. “I see what you mean, Cole. Sweet and wild. Now come on, Gabe’s waiting inside.
As they started to make their way through the crowd, Jill turned to Cole. “Sweet and wild huh?” She was teasing him, but it was a huge compliment that he’d described her that way to Luke. If there was one thing she was afraid of, it was that she was a little too boring for a guy like Cole. But he obviously recognized that he brought out her wild side, and just as obviously, he liked it.
Cole loosely wrapped his arms around her from behind even as they kept walking. He put his mouth to her ear and growled, “That’s right. That’s how you give it to me, Jill. And that’s how I’ll always want it from you. Day and night. In bed and out.”
She stumbled slightly, both because of the intensely good feeling his words filled her with, but also at the way he’d referred to them having an “always.”
* * *
Cole seriously considered turning around and guiding Jill toward the exit. He loved his friends, and he’d been excited for them to meet Jill, but all of a sudden he wanted it to be just the two of them again, the way it had been last night.
Too late.
Gabe was already headed their way.
While an outside observer might see Cole and Luke as opposites on a spectrum, Gabe would fall somewhere in the middle. Luke almost always wore formal clothes. Cole almost always dressed down. Gabe liked to straddle both styles; he wore a tux like he’d been born in one but looked just as suave wearing dark fitted jeans and a light sweater the way he was now. Few people would guess that Gabe had survived a tough childhood, that he’d virtually grown up on the streets and had to fight for everything he had. It was a testament to his intelligence and strength that he was now a corporate mogul with a powerhouse chain of outdoor recreation stores that was big with extreme sports enthusiasts.
For the next hour, Cole watched Jill charm his college buddies just like she’d charmed Smash and the other bikers. It didn’t seem to matter who she was talking to; Jill showed a genuine interest in people no matter their backgrounds. She was open and friendly, asking a lot of questions but also willing to share her own experiences. She even explained how she’d learned to play darts in college, and how that had come in handy when she’d met a sexy biker in a bar recently.
Both Gabe and Luke laughed as if that was the funniest thing they’d ever heard.
“Well, it’s too bad Cole didn’t meet you a week earlier,” Luke said. “You could have joined us in Coronado for the wedding.”
“What wedding?” Jill asked.
In his peripheral vision, Cole saw Gabe stiffen and sighed. Gabe was Eric’s best friend and he’d been assigned the role of Best Man at Eric’s should-have-happened wedding. Eric leaving Brianne at the altar without any warning or explanation was affecting Gabe the hardest.
Luke’s expression grew serious. “I shouldn’t have brought that up.”
“Damn right you shouldn’t have brought it up,” Gabe growled. He looked at Jill. “I like you, Jill, but Luke here should know better than to casually share something so personal. Now if you’ll excuse me for a moment, I have to make a phone call.” With a final pissed off look at Luke, Gabe stood and walked away.
“Shit,” Luke muttered. Then glanced at Jill. “Excuse me, Jill.”
“No problem,” she said softly.
Cole clamped Luke on the shoulder. “You didn’t do anything wrong. The only person who’s in the wrong here is Eric.” Noting how quiet Jill had gotten, Cole explained, “Our friend Eric, Gabe’s best friend, was supposed to get married last week, but he ended up leaving his fiancée Brianne, another friend of ours, at the altar with no explanation other than a text that Brianne hasn’t shared with us. The only thing she’ll say is that Eric was obviously having doubts so it’s better they didn’t go through with their vows.”
“He texted her right before the wedding to call things off?” Jill’s tone was horrified.
“Yes.” Cole searched the room for Gabe, but couldn’t see him. “Except for an initial email letting us know he’s okay and will be in touch soon, Eric’s been MIA. As Eric’s best friend, Gabe’s taking it the hardest. I mean, we’d just thrown him a bachelor party in Vegas and everything seemed fine. We’re supposed to be friends. Why wouldn’t he have said anything? It doesn’t make sense.”
Jill didn’t respond and Cole frowned at her downcast eyes. “Jill?”
She shot him a smile, though it was obviously strained.
“I’m sorry,” Luke said. “I didn’t mean to bring everyone down.”
Jill shook her head. “No, no. It’s fine. I just…I always try to look at things from everyone’s point of view. And if Eric’s a good friend, I imagine he has to be a pretty good guy. Sometimes people don’t share their secrets with those that mean the most to them because they’re afraid of what they’ll think. Afraid something precious will be lost.”
Jill sounded so sad. As if she had some deep dark secret that she was afraid to share. It didn’t sit right with him. But he’d only known her a few days. And she’d been reluctant to talk about her father. Maybe there was a story there. Cole reached out and took Jill’s hand, relieved when she squeezed and her expression cleared.
A minute later, Gabe returned, and though he was still a little tense, he did his best to make Jill comfortable again. While they were talking about Gabe’s chain of outdoor adventure stores, Luke asked if he could talk to Cole about business.
“Sure,” Cole said. “Excuse me for a second, Jill?”
“Of course,” she said, smiling sweetly before turning back to Gabe.
Cole and Luke settled into a table in the corner to talk. “I just wanted to let you know everything’s under control. We’ve taken a couple of new jobs, and I had a meet-and-greet with an actress’s manager. She’s headed out of town for a shoot in a few weeks.”
“Which actress?”
“Katherine Bailey.”
Cole whistled softly. Kat Bailey was current
ly one of Hollywood’s biggest rom com princesses, with trademark red hair and the unfortunate honor of being part of one of last year’s most talked about scandals. She’d been half of a Hollywood power couple, dating Ray Hamilton, the director from one of her past movies, when a college intern claimed she’d slept with Hamilton. For a week, Bailey stood by her man’s side, insisting the intern was lying. Then the tabloids published photos, not only of Hamilton frolicking on a beach with the intern, but nude ones of Bailey that the intern claimed were leaked by Hamilton himself. Publicly, Bailey had handled the scandal as gracefully as possible, but then she’d gone underground, avoiding reporters and the tabloids like the plague.
“So tell me about her,” Cole said.
“I haven’t met her yet, but I don’t think we should take the job. She got a few threats from fans unhappy with how she handled the breakup with Hamilton, but she’s not sold on protection. Guarding a body that’s resisting being guarded, especially an uppity actress? No thanks.”
Cole frowned. “I agree. Playing games means unnecessary risk.”
“Right. And it’s not like we’re hurting for business. Still, I’m going to research the threats. Maybe talk to her manager again before making up my mind. I’ll keep you posted.”
“Great.” Cole ran a hand through his hair as his gaze found Jill. She was laughing at something Gabe was saying. When Gabe reached out and touched her arm in a friendly gesture, Cole was shocked to feel himself stiffen with jealousy. What the hell was that about? They were just talking and it wasn’t like Cole had any claim on Jill. Still…
He turned back to Luke. “If that’s all, I’d like to have Jill to myself for a while.”
“I’m surprised you lasted this long,” his friend said. “I’ve never seen you like this with anyone.”