Beau Evans tried to get comfortable in the ridiculously small chair. He grumbled beneath his breath, unable to stretch out his long legs because of the row of chairs in front of him. He finally gave up and vacated the chair, choosing to lean against the wall instead. The show would be over soon, anyway. He’d purposely arrived late. The last place he ever thought he’d end up was at a fashion show where plus-sized beauties strutted their stuff before an audience. What made it more interesting, they were showcasing sexy under garments.
He released a heavy sigh, crossed his arms, and vaguely listened to the announcer at the podium. He glanced about the room, looking for something, or rather, someone. Only he wasn’t sure who.
Is the killer in the room with us now? Scoping out his next victim?
This was a target rich environment, considering he or she was singling out voluptuous models. His uninterested gaze eventually came back to the runway. At the same time, the curtain parted, and a model emerged, to the delight of the crowd, if their enthusiastic clapping was any indication. Beau narrowed his gaze to take a closer look at the model causing so much fuss. It only took him a second to recognize that she was the very woman he was there about. Her agent had hired him earlier that morning, to protect her.
She’s a plus-sized model?
Beau’s interest peaked. There was no doubt Marissa Lambert had a full figure.Only it wasn’t what he would ever consider fat, voluptuous or anything else he could think of at the moment. His idea of plus size was his aunt Grace. Everything about her was round, soft, and slightly hanging in places it shouldn’t be.
There was nothing lumpy, bumpy or close to resembling cottage cheese about Miss Lambert. He figured she was about the same size as his sister, a size fourteen-maybe sixteen tops. Hadn’t Marilyn Monroe been a size fourteen? And there’d been nothing wrong with her. Beau’s gaze remained riveted on the lovely model as she strutted with haughty assurance and amazing grace down the narrow runway.
She was wearing something a woman might slip into for a nightcap after a date, something more comfortable and inspiring. The black silk chiffon shirt with long sleeves was obviously meant not to conceal, but to highlight the alabaster curves beneath. The elegant garment fell to her smooth thighs, and was unbuttoned so that it flowed out behind her as she moved. Beneath it, a strapless jacquard corset of black and red shaped her full breasts, curvy hips, and outlined the curvature of her waist.
Damn! The lady definitely had the kind of curves he liked. And it didn’t take long before he felt a definite stirring below the belt. This was one woman he wouldn’t have to be afraid of crushing in bed. The thought caused a little quirk on his lips. She was turning him on. He shook his head to clear it of the sensual fog threatening to overrun his senses.
When she reached the end of the runway, she paused. The room was suddenly alight by the flash of cameras as they went off in rapid succession. The model, aiming to please her audience, turned one way, paused for a few seconds, and then pivoted Beau’s way. Her gaze moved with slow disinterest over the crowd, stopping when it came to him. He straightened.
Their gazes locked. Was it his imagination or did the look in her eyes suddenly turn soft and lazy, and her mouth lusciously pouty? Then she gave a tilt of her head while keeping her gaze on him. Slowly, seductively, the sultry plus-sized beauty reached for the clip in her hair. She gave a shake of her head when she released it, and Beau watched an abundance of thick sable hair fall to her shoulders, and below. Once it settled into a soft cloud around her face, he met her eyes again. Her full lips had turned up into a sexy smile, while the come-and-get-me-gleam in her eyes teased his libido into full awareness.
Son of a bitch! She was seducing him right there on the runway. He had a feeling the lady knew exactly how her little show was affecting him. Was this how she got her kicks? Before she turned and walked away she pursed her lips at him, following it up with a wink that promised a hell of a lot more then he bet she meant. The audience ate it up and more flashbulbs went off.
Beau’s gaze followed her sexy gait as she strode away from him. His gaze zeroed in on the rounded fullness of her spankable backside and the backs of her creamy thighs. Marissa Lambert, in one word, was hot! Just before she disappeared through the part in the curtain, she cast a glance back in his direction and had the nerve to run the tip of her tongue over her top lip.
Beau sucked in his breath. The woman was dangerous. She didn’t know him from Adam. Didn’t it occur to her that she could be baiting the killer? He reached down without trying to be obvious and re-arranged his cock, which had swelled into full fucking-mode. With the show over, he left the room. He had a job to do.
First on his list was sweet retribution.
“I don’t want a bodyguard, Kirk! I’m not…” Marissa caught herself before saying something she couldn’t take back. She tried to calm down when she realized she was yelling. “You’re blowing this thing way out of proportion.”
“Am I?” he asked with the never-ending calm and self-confidence that she was beginning to find annoying. Nevertheless, he was her agent, and good at what he did. Because of that, she could put up with his irritating traits.
“You think it’s just a coincidence that two-plus size models are dead?”
He didn’t let her finish. “You think it’s just a coincidence that they both fell to their deaths?”
“And that they─”
“Will you let me get a word in?” Marissa snapped, frustrated. She was exhausted, hungry and she wanted a shower. “There have been bigger coincidences, Kirk. The police haven’t even linked the two, ah, deaths.” She knew if she'd said killings he would pounce on it. To him that would be as good as saying that she agreed with him. “I watch the news too, you know. And I don’t need some bodyguard around screwing up the first weekend I’ve had off in two months.”
“Beau Evans isn’t just any bodyguard, Marissa. He owns─”
“Beau? Great! He even has a good old Texas boy’s name. And is he a cowboy, too? I can just see him now. Some big, lumbering galoot in dusty boots, cowboy hat, and a cheek full of tobacco. I’ll bet his tone is brimming over with a soft twang, too. Yes ma’am.No ma’am.” She took in a breath.
“Not everyone in Texas is a cowboy.”
Is that all he could say? Marissa could hear the exasperation in Kirk’s tone. It made her smile. “If you think I need a bodyguard, why don’t you come down and do the job? What am I paying you for, anyway?” That would get his goat. She could just see his eyebrows lifting with her suggestion.
“You don’t pay me to protect you; you pay me to book your events. And you know I’m afraid of my own shadow.” There was humor in his tone.
In spite of the situation, Marissa chuckled. There wasn’t a violent bone or thought in Kirk’s round little body. He actually reminded her of one of the little munchkins from The Wizard of Oz. “Well, I would think you’d want to protect your interest.”
There was a heavy sigh on the other end of the line. “I am. Why do you think I hired Beau Evans? He isn’t cheap, believe me.”
“Well, if you hired him with my money, you can fire him. I don’t need or want a bodyguard. I’ve got a nice quiet weekend planned. Even if there is a serial killer out there who’s targeting chunky models, how hurt do you think I’ll get if I fall from one story?”
“That’s not funny, Marissa.”
“I’m sorry.” Kirk was right, it wasn’t funny. There was nothing humorous about the unexplained deaths of two up and coming models in one month.
Marissa wasn’t usually so argumentative or insensitive, but she’d been up for twenty hours straight and she was running on empty. She’d just finished a grueling photo shoot, her last walk down the runway. And she’d been in the process of undressing when the phone rang.
“Look, I’m a big girl,” Marissa heard him snicker on the other end. “Don’t get cute. You know what I mean. You call Mr. Evans and fire him or I will. I can take care of myself.”
“Is that so?”
Before Marissa could take another breath, she was grabbed from behind. A large hand covered her mouth. Her eyes rounded and she dropped the phone to claw it away. Then a solid arm slid around her waist and hauled her back against a hard body.
“Think again, darlin.” A warm breath in the sexiest Texas drawl she’d ever heard said into her ear.
Once her initial surprise had subsided, Marissa began to struggle. An elbow in his ribs didn’t faze him. She dug in her heels and pushed her body back into his, but she might as well have been up against a wall. At five foot eight and a hundred and fifty-four pounds Marissa was no lightweight, but this man made her feel helpless and dainty.
Whoever he was, he was as big and strong as an ox. He easily forced her in the direction of the window, controlling her with the movements of his body. For a moment they were doing a bump and grind as he forced her across the room. Then Kirk’s words about how the two models fell to their deaths came back to her.
He’s going to throw me out the window!
Panic set in and she began to struggle wildly. Whatever he intended for her she wasn’t going to make it easy for him. Since his hand was over her mouth, and his other arm around her waist, that left her hands free. She reached over her head behind her, hoping to gouge his eyes and claw his face, to hurt him any way she could.
Damn, he was too tall! And hearing his light chuckle wasn’t what she expected. As he continued to push her toward the window, Marissa bit down as hard as she could over the hand smashing her lips. He grunted, but didn’t release her. And the next thing she knew they’d reached the window and she was looking down at the dark alley below.
“You’d probably survive the fall,” the deep, slightly out of breath voice said into her ear, “but why take the chance?”
Marissa strained against him with all her strength. She dug in her heels and leaned into him, hoping to throw him off balance, but he was as solid as a mountain.
“I could always strangle you first.”
Without warning, she was spun around and pushed up against the wall. She barely saw the glitter of his eyes before two strong hands encircled her throat. Before he could exert any pressure, she brought her leg up to knee him in the groin. A soft laugh met her effort. And a hand came down on her naked thigh to stop her knee from meeting her mark.
“Oh, no you don’t, darlin!” He moved in and leaned against her. The hand on her thigh was warm, almost caressing, as it moved along her skin. “I plan to use this later.”
This, meaning his cock. He had an erection the size of a Kielbasa sausage. She stiffened and sucked in her breath. Her heart was hammering in her chest. His voice sounded low, husky. Did he rape the other women first? She couldn’t recall. As a different kind of threat entered her mind, Marissa turned wild against her assailant. She began to attack him with her hands, but it was over before it began. With one smooth move, he grabbed both her wrists and pinned her arms above her head. His body held the rest of hers immovable.
She whimpered helplessly. Struggling for breath behind his crushing hand, her eyes round with terror. If she could just make a little noise, something to alert anyone outside her door, she might have a chance. But she couldn’t budge him.
“You have a lot to learn about protecting yourself, Miss Lambert.”
What? His voice had turned serious. Marissa became still when he used her name. She stared up at the shadowy outline of his features, only able to make out the glitter of his eyes. He was close enough that she could smell his aftershave, something appealingly light, and teasing. The hands circling her wrists had relaxed somewhat, but his grip was still firm enough to keep her where he wanted her.
“Who the hell are you?”
“Beau Evans, at your service, ma’am.”
Beau Evans! Oh, lord. All the energy and fear drained out of Marissa when it dawned on her that she was going to be okay. Then anger surfaced because he’d frightened her unnecessarily.
“Get off me!” She made the mistake of trying to dislodge him by arching her lower body against him.
He thrust right back, indifferent to his hard-on.
Marissa found herself released at once. When he stepped back, she moved away from him and went back to the phone. As she reached for it, she could hear a frantic Kirk on the other end.
“Marissa! Is everything all right? Marissa! Marissa!” he screamed into the receiver.
Marissa brought the phone to her ear, not surprised to see she was trembling from what just happened. Beau Evans had a lot of explaining to do before she fired him, but not before she calmed Kirk down.
“What happened? I thought I heard a scuffle going on. Do I need to call the police?”
“I’m okay. I just fired your bodyguard. He didn’t take it too well.”
“What? You can’t fire him. He works for me.”
Now it was Marissa’s turn. “What?” Apparently, he was serious about her well being, if he was willing to use his own money. “Kirk, I can take care of─”
“What? I can’t hear you. I’m going through a tunnel. I’m glad you’re okay. Talk to you again soon. Enjoy your weekend. Bye, love.” He hung up. Marissa pulled the phone from her ear, ready to explode. A tunnel, in Gainesville, Florida?
There was an unexpected knock at the door. “Miss Lambert, is everything okay?”
A light came on and Marissa turned to face Beau Evans. He’d moved to the door where the light switch was located. She was ready to blast the man for the scare he’d given her, and then fire him. But all that changed the moment she saw who she was dealing with. He was the incredibly handsome stud who’d been watching her in the audience. The one with the intense, I want to fuck you right now stare.
He’s my bodyguard?
Marissa tried to swallow. She wasn’t usually nervous by nature, but this Texas cowboy was nothing like what she had envisioned. And the way he was looking her over now caused a flood of desire through her body. He had nerve. He didn’t even try to hide the fact that he found her attractive. His sexy, crooked smile didn’t undermine the look of determination on his face, though. He meant business.
And Marissa knew then that Beau Evans was going to be trouble.
Ivy Taylor checked her appearance one last time before opening the restroom door. She walked briskly back to the reception area, trying to hold on to her composure. She made eye contact with the receptionist, then purposely glanced up at the clock and back at the woman who only smiled. How much longer is he going to keep me waiting?
Apparently Mr. Remington didn’t believe in keeping his appointments on time. And Ivy was beginning to steam. She took a deep breath, hoping it would calm her racing heart. The cool assurance she’d entered the office with over an hour ago was gradually being replaced by a mixture of anger and uncertainty. A lot of good it had done her, arriving early. All it accomplished was giving her the time to think about her brother and what he’d done to put her in this embarrassing situation. Her gaze darted up to the clock again. Another ten minutes had passed.
Five more minutes… I’ll give him five more minutes and then I’m storming in there. She crossed her legs, tugging on her short skirt. Leaving wasn’t an option, she knew that. She was there to plead her brother’s case and hopefully keep him out of jail. Stealing from a man like John Remington was as bad as it got. He practically owned the whole damn logging town. And Ivy knew her history with his eldest son wouldn’t help her.
She swallowed, growing more nervous by the moment. “Do you think Mr. Remington might see me today?” She could have bitten off her tongue but it was too late to take back the anger in her tone. The receptionist, the only other person in the office besides Ivy, looked up and smiled.
“I’m sorry, Miss Taylor, but I’m afraid his end-of-the-week meeting has run over. Mr. Remington will be with you shortly.”
I thought I was his end-of-the-week meeting. Ivy forced a small smile. After all, it wasn’t the receptionist’s fault. She began to swing her crossed leg, reminding herself why she was there. She needed to keep her composure if she was going to work out a deal to keep her brother out of jail. Anger wouldn’t appeal to Mr. Remington’s forgiving side. She knew what she had to do, thanks to her brother Wally.
Finally, at six fifteen, the door opened and several people piled over the threshold. Ivy searched their expressions but it was hard to tell if their meeting with Remington had ended on a good note or not. After clearing the reception area, they separated and went their own ways. Almost immediately John Remington came through the doorway.
“Miss Jones, call my pilot and ask him to get the plane ready. I’ll be leaving for Anchorage in one hour.”
It was clear he was in a hurry. Ivy fought down panic and stood to get his attention. “Mr. Remington.” Did he forget about me? He swung her way. She could tell by his expression that he had.
“Oh Ivy, honey, I’m afraid our meeting will have to wait until I get back from Anchorage.”
“But, Mr. Remington, I’ve been waiting for over an hour and I have to talk to you.” He started to walk past the receptionist’s desk. It was as if he wasn’t listening to her. “Please, it’s about my brother Wally.”
He turned back to Ivy. His gaze moving at something behind her was her first warning that someone was there. “Oh yes. Nice young man I thought. Turned out to be a big disappointment, though.”
“Yes, I know. I’m sorry about that. But if you’ll just give me a minute —”
He shook his head. “I’m sorry, my dear. I have an emergency in Anchorage and —”
“I’ll take care of Miss Taylor for you.”
Ivy swung around with a gasp, her gaze clashing with the steely blue gaze that went with the deep sexy voice. That gaze moved down her body and back up again before she could take a steadying breath. That the owner was related to John Remington was apparent. A bigger, younger, handsomer version without the gray in his long black hair. His rugged expression was set in a way that Ivy remembered only too well. Jake Remington was still angry as hell at her.
“Thanks, son. Handle it however you see fit. I’ve got more important matters to attend to right now.”
He turned and walked briskly away, leaving Ivy to face the devil alone. “This matter is between your father and my family.”
“He filled me in on what happened. And as half owner of the company, I think I’m within my rights to make any decisions with regard to this matter. Besides, I’m interested to hear how you intend to bail your brother out of this one.”
Ivy felt sick inside. That Jake hated her was apparent, no matter that his gaze moved over her with interest, lingering briefly on her breasts. It was obvious that he still found her attractive, but what was between them was in the past. Although facing him now was bringing it back at an alarming speed. She felt heat envelop her body and knew it probably colored her cheeks. She could barely meet Jake’s quiet gaze. Can I trust him not to take out his anger with me on my brother? As quick as the thought came to her, Ivy knew the answer. If he took it out on anyone, it would be her.
“He’s my only family. I’ll do whatever it takes.” For the first time Ivy saw emotion flicker in his eyes. If she didn’t know better, she’d swear it was humor.
“Really?” This time when Jake’s gaze moved over Ivy, her nipples hardened into peaks of awareness. She resisted the urge to run her arm over her breasts to ease the tingle.
Damn him! He’d always had the power to make her body betray her in the most obvious way, letting him know she wanted him, no matter where they were. When they’d been together it had usually led to hot and heavy sex. Now it was the worst betrayal. She watched one brow lift arrogantly.
“Is that why you’re dressed the way you are? Were you prepared to pitch that same remark to my father?”
It didn’t take Ivy long to realize what Jake meant. There was nothing wrong with her silk blouse, short skirt and stilettos. This was how she usually dressed for a day of work at McCaffey’s Jewelry Store. But the way his gaze was running over her, he made her feel as if she were dressed like a hooker or something. She reacted before she could think, raising her hand to respond to his obvious insult. Too late, she saw his sensuous mouth turn up in a smile.
He stopped her hand in midair. “Easy, sweetheart. There’s already one person in your family heading for jail.” His comment took the fire right out of Ivy. She relaxed her arm, although Jake didn’t release his hold. “That’s better. I think we should finish this inside.”
It was obvious he meant his father’s office. Ivy cast a glance at the receptionist, who quickly averted her gaze and pretended to be looking at something on her desktop. Ivy wanted to get the hell out of there. Being alone with Jake wasn’t a good idea. So why am I letting him drag me inside? She’d always been weak where he was concerned. She wasn’t fooled into thinking anything had changed in three months. The man was too damn sexy. And the worn jeans, boots and work shirt only emphasized his rugged appeal.
It was too late to dig in her heels. Before she knew it they were in the office and Jake was closing the door. Her heart skipped a beat when he reached behind him and locked it, never taking his gaze off her. Something in his eyes and the sudden tautness of his body brought back the memory of the last time they’d been together. Big mistake. The memory of that night opened the floodgates of emotion. Ivy stepped back nervously, gasping when she came up against the desk. She felt her heart beating out of control. A quiver of intense awareness in her belly released damp heat between her legs. The last time Jake had looked at her like he was now, they’d been naked and fucking as if there was no tomorrow. He stepped forward and her eyes widened.
“Why are you so nervous, Ivy?”
She cleared her throat. “I’m not afraid of you, Jake.” He couldn’t hurt her anymore. Could he?
A humorless chuckle passed through his lips. “Have I ever hurt you?”
Not physically. But a few months ago he’d broken her heart. A pain so raw she never wanted to go through it again. Ivy was determined not to rehash the past and decided to get right to the point. She took a calming breath. “I’m here on Wally’s behalf.”
“He’s young, Jake. We’ve all made mistakes when we were his age. He deserves a second chance. He came to me the moment he realized he’d made a big mistake and asked me to help him make it right.”
“Why isn’t he here pleading his case? He’s a man now. When are you going to start letting him run his own life and grow up?”
“You don’t understand.”
“I understand, remember? The last time he got into trouble I heard it all. Has it changed?”
“He’s sorry he borrowed that money!”
Jake snorted. “Borrowed?” Ivy watched him move around the desk and sit. “I don’t want to hear any more. I’m not interested. All I want to hear now is how you’re going to make it right.” He paused before raising his brow and adding, “Twenty-thousand- dollars right.”
Twenty thousand dollars! Oh god, it was worse than she thought. Wally had led her to believe it was significantly less. She took a deep breath, wishing she had the answer. She’d come here with the intention of offering a six-month payment plan but it would take years to pay back that kind of money.
“There must be something I can do.” She didn’t like the way Jake leaned back and studied her. When he linked his hands behind his head, she couldn’t take her gaze off his muscular biceps and the width of his chest. Then he brought his booted feet up and crossed them on top of the desk. Ivy’s gaze followed the length of his legs and powerful thighs up to the front of his dusty jeans. There was no disguising the growing bulge behind his zipper.
Fire erupted through her. She’d never stopped loving him or wanting him. And she wanted him now. She’d been addicted to him since the moment they’d met four years ago. I wonder what he’d do if I walked around the desk and unzipped his pants. In the old days she would have had the nerve.
His deep voice dragged Ivy back to the present and Wally. Her wayward brother was counting on her one last time. Because she’d made it clear this was it. The next time he screwed up he was on his own. Jake was right. He was a man now.
“Maybe we can work out some kind of a…ah, payment plan?” She chewed on the inside of her lip, realizing how weak and pitiful she sounded.
“I have a better idea, Ivy. Seeing you again has only reminded me of what I’ve been missing. With interest, a payment plan will take years. How about one weekend?”
One weekend? “I don’t understand. You know I can’t come up with that kind of money in one weekend.”
Laughing, Jake slammed his feet to the floor and leaned forward. “Come on, honey, you’re not stupid. But just in case you can’t read between the lines, let me clarify. I want one weekend.”
Her brows furrowed. “One weekend of what?”
There was a long pause. “Of you.”
He can’t be serious! “What?”
“One weekend of you, as many times as I want, wherever I want, in any position I want. One weekend of fucking you will erase the debt Wally owes our company.”
Ivy swallowed with difficulty, even while a little thrill shot through her at the picture his words conjured. Jake was an exceptional lover. “You expect me to sell myself!”
“You should be flattered that I think you’re worth twenty grand.”
She shook her head. “You’re crazy, Jake. I won’t do it.”
Ivy swung around in anger, going for the door. Blood was pumping hotly through her veins. Part of her was excited, the other half angry that she couldn’t control that excitement. She reached for the doorknob with tears in her eyes, remembering too late that it was locked. She fumbled to open it.
“Damn you!” Jake pushed her against the door with his body, growling low against her ear. “I loved you!” His unexpected roughness and having his hard body against hers fueled her desire. “I’ve never stopped wanting you, Ivy. Even after I found you in bed with my brother.”
She pushed back against him but he was like a pillar of stone behind her. Tears slipped down her cheeks. She closed her eyes, having no choice but to submit to his strength. Everything assailed her at once. The solidness of his body, the enticing scent of his favorite aftershave —something mild and earthly —the pulsing hardness of his cock against her ass.
“Nothing happened between us, Jake.” Ivy trembled with growing arousal. Why didn’t he believe her? She pushed back against him but to no avail.
“The hell it didn’t. Rick knew too many things about you he couldn’t have unless he’d known you intimately. He said you were the best fuck he’d ever had.”
“I think it’s funny that you’d take the word of your brother, who hates you, over the word of the woman you were supposed to love.”
Jake leaned heavily into Ivy, his breath hot against her ear. “Enough talk.” He ground the words out, then clamped his teeth down between her neck and collarbone. It was something he did when he lost control. And Ivy knew at that moment that there was no escape. She shuddered wildly in response as the memories of being loved and consumed by him flooded her.
He swung her around, crushing her against the unyielding door. His hands circled her wrists and he dragged her arms up over her head, pinning them against the smooth surface of the wood. “The weekend begins now, Ivy.”
He lowered his head and she knew he was going to kiss her. “I didn’t say yes.”
Jake jerked back from kissing her to meet her eyes, then grinned wickedly. “You will.”
As soon as Jake closed his mouth over Ivy’s, he knew there would be no turning back. Kissing her was like savoring the first mouthful of the best scotch money could buy. She had Angelina Jolie lips. Decadently full, velvety soft, sweetly wet. And even
though he suspected she’d opened her mouth to protest, he used it to his advantage, slipping his tongue inside to taste and explore hers. Her resistance melted away like a drop of snow on a sunny sidewalk.
Having her so near after months of going without her turned his cock so damn hard that he groaned in pain. He thrust against her, seeking relief, knowing he wouldn’t find it until he was buried inside her body. Releasing her wrists, he caressed down her soft
arms to her full breasts. Ivy whimpered and arched against him hungrily, encouraging Jake in the way he remembered. As their mouths continued to work feverishly against each other, Jake took hold of the edges of her blouse and ripped the fragile silk open.
He wasn’t playing games.
He pulled back enough to take in the bounty of her beautiful breasts. Ivy had never liked wearing a bra, but she had one on today. A scanty piece of lace that was sexy as hell. Enticing cleavage and soft flesh spilled over the lace shaping them and Jake could just make out her erect brown nipples. Losing control, he lowered his head and began to kiss, lick and suck the little crowns until she was squirming wildly against him.
Ivy cried out. He recognized her sound of pleasure, knew what she wanted. The next thing Jake knew, her hands were buried in his hair and she was holding him tightly to her. When he was done with her breasts, his hands fell to her writhing hips. He held her firmly, groaning weakly, letting her movements tease the throbbing hunger of his seeking cock. Damn, it had been too long! She felt too good against him and nothing else mattered at that moment but fucking her.
I don’t give a damn where we are. Lust was riding him hard. The need to bury his cock in her tight pussy was driving him past finesse and protocol. They didn’t have time for foreplay and Jake knew he’d never make it anyhow. His hands went to the edge of her short skirt. He lifted the material up her thighs until it was around her waist.
“Oh god!” Ivy twisted with a mixture of panic and need in her voice. “Jake, not here.”
He was aware of her hands trying to push her skirt back down. He laughed huskily, easily overpowering her. “Anywhere, anytime, any way.” He groaned with pleasure at finding the sweet treasure between her legs.
Ivy gasped sharply. “I didn’t agree to anything.”
“You forget that I know you, baby. The sounds of your pleasure, the way your body comes to life when I touch you. You’re as horny as I am right now.” He flicked his finger across the silk covering her wet mound. He felt her legs tremble with reaction.
Jake ignored her. If she really meant no, he’d know it. There was too much history between them. Her resistance was minimal at best and more for show than what she really felt. The proof was in her soaked panties and hard nipples. The intense expression on her flushed face. Looking deeply into her glazed eyes, he watched her pupils dilate when his finger wormed its way beneath the silk and into her hot, dripping pussy. Ivy’s teeth clamped down on her bottom lip, her nostrils flared. Before her watchful gaze, Jake slowly withdrew his finger and brought it to his nose.
First he inhaled her excitement, which caused his to accelerate. Then he put his finger against his lips to taste her essence. That act alone was all it took for both of them to give in to a need so strong that nothing else mattered. Jake slammed his mouth down on hers, forcing Ivy even harder against the door. Her hands were no longer pushing him away but clutching him to her. She was returning his passion and hunger, opening her mouth so their tongues could mesh.
Jake’s hand returned to her pussy. Beneath her panties he found her swollen clit. Ivy arched her hips as he glided over the hard, smooth nubbin several times. Her response turned wild and her hands dropped to his belt buckle. In record time she had his pants undone and was pulling out his rock-hard cock. The feel of her small, warm hand on his shaft nearly caused him to explode. She knew how to bring him to his knees. He tore away from their passionate kiss, panting.
“I want to take my time with you, Ivy, but it won’t be this time. It’s been too long.”
Jake picked her up and, holding her braced against the office door, tugged her panties aside and guided his aching cock inside the welcoming warmth of her body. A deep groan rumbled up his chest at the exquisite feeling of her tight pussy sheathing him. Just as good as he remembered. He knew he was damn close to coming. He closed his eyes and grew taut, reaching for control, trying to prolong the pleasure as long as he could when all he really wanted to do was fuck her hard and fast.
But this was Ivy. The only woman he’d ever loved. When he opened his eyes again and fell headfirst into amber pools of desire, his control snapped. Her pretty little legs tightened around him as though to remind him where he was, and he began to thrust into her slowly. But it didn’t take long for sheer desire to take over, and Jake found himself fucking her as if it was their first time, their last time, and there was no tomorrow.
Heavy breathing and delicate gasps filled the room. Ivy’s sweet mouth was working its way over his face, her nails digging into his back through his shirt. When her teeth clamped down on his ear, followed by her tongue burrowing deep inside, he pulled out of her with a growl. It was either that or come inside her without protection. He didn’t carry condoms with him —there’d been no one since Ivy. His hips continued to move, his cock fucking air.
As if sensing his dilemma, Ivy lowered her legs and dropped down in front of him. Before he had a chance to comprehend what she intended, she swallowed his pulsing flesh.
“Jesus, Ivy!” He braced his hands against the door before he collapsed from her sweet ministrations. His hips began to move of their own accord.
As her mouth moved up and down his cock, her tongue paid special attention to the sensitive head, dipping into the slit there. Ivy knew how to love a man with her mouth. She knew what gave him intense pleasure and she knew what would send him over the edge. Her tongue came out to lap at his balls, drawing them gently into the warmth of her mouth, sucking on them tenderly before returning her mouth to his blood-engorged cock. Licking, sucking, she scraped her teeth along the length with just enough pressure to send him over the edge.
Shuddering, Jake threw his head back and released a loud grunt, losing control. A river of cum spewed into Ivy’s sucking mouth. As his hips continued to buck she kept her lips locked around his shaft, swallowing every drop. Even when he was drained, deflated and barely able to remain on his feet she kept her mouth on him. It was torture and pleasure rolled into one. When Jake couldn’t take it any longer, he reached for her, pulling her up by her shoulders.
Their gazes met and held. “You always were able to drain me dry.” Jake kissed her, uncaring that the essence lingering on her mouth was his release. How many times had they sucked and tongued each other off, only to kiss and taste their own cum later? Which reminded him, he hadn’t seen to Ivy’s needs.
“Your turn.” He picked Ivy up and carried her to the leather sofa. His father had added it after spending too many sleepless nights in his chair, after working too late to go home.
“I’m okay —”
Jake glanced into her eyes. “Well, I’m not. I’m going to get my fill of you this weekend, Ivy. And right now there’s nothing I want more than my mouth loving your pussy and the taste of your cum on my tongue.” She lowered her gaze and he watched as color filled her cheeks.
He lowered her to the sofa, pulled her fanny to the edge and fell to his knees before her. Their gazes clinging, Jake watched her reaction as he put his hands on her knees. Then slowly he parted them, caressing her soft thighs as he moved along until he reached the apex of her legs. He leaned in close, catching the musky scent of her sharp arousal. He couldn’t resist bending and giving her a tender bite on the inside of each thigh.
Her breath caught and she fell back against the sofa. Jake grinned as she parted her legs farther without any coaxing from him. That was all the invitation he needed. He buried his face against her mound, inhaling deeply. Hot, sweet, exotic. Jake wasted no time in removing her panties and dropping them on the floor. And for the first time in ninety days he got a look at the most beautiful, cock-satisfying pussy in the world.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, moving in. Using his tongue, he parted her plump pussy lips, caressed her pebble-hard clit and burrowed into the sweet, nectar-filled cavern beyond.
Her hips almost left the sofa. “Jake!” she cried.
“Easy, baby.” A hand on each thigh, he easily held her down. His tongue darted out a second time and a third, each time gliding over her engorged clit, going deeper into heaven. Her gasps echoed through the room, her hips rising and falling each time his
tongue penetrated her. When her hands tangled in Jake’s hair, he knew she was lost in the moment.
“Oh god…oh god…oh god…”
Tiny tremors warned Jake she was on the verge of letting go. Her breathing escalated. He let her hands guide him where she wanted his tongue. Even if she hadn’t, he would have known where, discovering early on in their relationship exactly where her special spot was. He made sure to give extra stimulation to her clitoris as well as the soft area just below. When he felt her body tense and heard the change in her breathing, he knew she was climaxing. Clamping his hands on her thighs, he kept Ivy from closing her legs against him, instead jabbing his tongue in as deep and as hard as he could.
Her tiny scream, the wild twisting of her body —she was overcome by a powerful orgasm. As the sweet, salty taste of cum covered Jake’s tongue, he tortured Ivy by continuing to tongue-fuck her pussy until she collapsed. Only when Jake sensed she was drained did he pull away.
Ivy’s eyes were closed. Her breasts were still heaving. Her pretty lips parted. Jake knew she would be hungry now. She always was after they’d made love. He’d give her a few minutes and then take her to his home. After this there was no way he was letting
her out of his life again.
Especially when he realized that he still loved her.