Kneeling on the driver’s seat, her hip wedged against the steering wheel, she ducked down and licked the underside of his cock, then took the head in her mouth, savoring the taste of him, salty and potent. He was so ready for a long, hard ride.
He groaned and his hands clutched at her.
She reached lower to feel the heat of his balls. They rode up in her hand. “The condom,” she murmured. Opening it, she made ready to roll it onto his cock.
“I want you, Patrice,” he said, and his cock twitched.
She rolled the condom down the length of his shaft in one stroke, her hands shaking.
He cursed and closed his eyes for a moment.
She unzipped her shorts and shoved them down her legs, taking her g-string with them. Clambering over him, she braced herself with her hands on his shoulders as she got into position, one knee wedged against the door, the other down the side of the gearshift. He held her hips with warm hands, then moved one to her bare pussy, stroking it, running his fingers in the damp niche, and then taking his finger to his mouth, to taste her.
“Delicious,” he commented, with a wicked glint in his eyes.
She shuddered, his actions making her need ever more urgent. She’d known he had to be this way, that’s why she’d been drawn to him, even before she met him. If he was the type of man who would break into a government building under the cover of darkness, she figured he’d be adventurous in the bedroom as well, and she was right. She gripped the back of the car seat, her pussy on fire as she mounted him.
Oh, but each inch of him was gloriously big and hard, and she was so wet and slippery that he slid up inside of her easily, stretching the walls of her sex. It took her breath away. When he rode deep and a shockwave of pleasure buoyed up inside her womb, it made her sway against him. He held onto her, steadying her upper body, whispering encouragement. Then moved his hips under hers, pushing her up to ride his thrust.
She had to cling on and she laughed, joyously, loving the way it felt when he sucked her nipple through her top, making her pause to take a breath while he was wedged so very deep inside her.
Taking that breath was hard.
She was full, gloriously full, and his cock was rigid. His teeth on her nipple were driving her mad, making her want to wriggle around on him more than she possibly could in their current location. She rocked her hips, barely, and the pressure against the front wall of her sex unleashed a wave of heat and sensation that rolled over her, forcing her to move again. And again, faster each time.
Ben rested his head back, watching her, and the look on his face grew intense. Each time she clutched at him, his mouth moved, and she knew he was going to come soon.
“God, that’s good.” He moved his hand to the point where they met, pushing his thumb against her clit while he wrapped his fist around his cock.
When she crushed down onto his hand, she gasped, her orgasm hitting, her sex clenching. Her hair brushed over his face and he moaned out loud, his hips pushing up into hers, while he stroked her clit again, making a second wave of pleasure close fast on the first. And then his cock jerked and she cried out, the intense burst of pleasure all but making her pass out.
III
“It’s very dark, I thought the sky would be clearer,” Patrice murmured, and glanced at her watch, squinting at it in the moonlight. “Not long until we have to go back up there, the truck always comes around midnight.”
“Mmm,” he responded, and lifted his head from her neck, where he had been kissing her and rubbing the surface of her skin with his nose, tickling her. “What a pity, I’m enjoying this.”
She didn’t respond to that, because despite the fact she was enjoying his attentions, she was also getting excited about going back over there and watching him at work for real. “How are you going to do it, I mean, you can’t use a torch because they would see you.”
“No, but my camcorder has infrared vision, I can use that to find the way.”
“Oh, yes of course.”
He sat up, moving away reluctantly, and looked out at the night sky.
“I love your show,” she said. She took a sidelong glance at him, wondering whether she should say anything else or not. He seemed like a grounded type of a man. He coped with her. A lot of men couldn’t, including her ex-husband. He’d told her she was too much of a handful. “I wouldn’t miss an episode for the world.”
Ben smiled. “I’m glad you approve. However, I sense a ‘but’ coming.”
She chuckled softly. “Well, it’s just a little thing.”
“Go ahead, we need all the feedback we can get. It’s our first season. We want to run for more than one season.”
“The hand-held camera footage you get while you’re out and about is great, it’s so realistic we viewers feel as if we’re running along with you. That’s great.” She paused. “But you’re also a big pull yourself.”
“No, it’s all about the investigation.”
“Yes, but you’re a nationally known figure now, and I’d like to see more of you.”
“I thought you just did that.” He fixed her with a mock inquisitive look.
“You know what I mean, more long shots of you in action with your camera, that sort of thing.”
“It’s about resources, but I’ll keep it in mind and mention it to the producer.”
She reached into the back seat and pulled a backpack into the front of the car, poking around in it until she pulled out her camcorder. She held it up in one hand.
He looked surprised. “You carry a video camera around with you?”
“No, that’s you. I’m an art teacher. I’ve been running a summer school and I was filming the students at work tonight. Just a lucky coincidence. It does mean that I am able to volunteer to get some footage of you in action, right now. I have night vision, too.”
“Ah, no. You’ve already taken a risk for the show. I’m not having you getting involved any further, seriously. Health and safety, you are a member of the public.”
“You’re going to scale the wall, right?”
He nodded.
“What about some footage of you climbing the wall, that would be exciting for viewers, and I can do it from the trees as you go in.”
He considered her carefully.
She tugged on his shirt, her level of excitement rising. “Come on, I’ll just film you climbing the wall. How can it hurt? It’ll be fun!”
She could see the interest gleaming in his eyes. Was it the potential footage, or something else that captured his attention?
“Are you always this aroused?” There was a curious smile on his face.
“No, it’s the affect you have on me, Ben. You and your…camera.” Laughing, she swung her door open and jumped out. “Come on, let’s do it.”
If Joe, his producer, knew what he was up to, he’d be a dead man. One of the ground rules of the show was that he would not accept or exacerbate any risk to innocent members of the public. Somehow this crazy French woman had affected his better judgment. Her kooky attitude; that was it. Either that or the “aphrodisiac” angle was making him act just as crazy as she was.
Whatever it was, he was holding her hand and leading her back along the path as he made his way toward the farmhouse, using the night vision on his camcorder to see the way. When he glanced over his shoulder, she smiled at him cheerfully, her own camcorder held aloft in her free hand.
“You’re one crazy lady, “he whispered.
“Only in a good way, though, yes?”
“That’s debatable.”
Who in their right mind would want to get involved with this? He smiled wryly at his own train of thought. That’s what his mother and his older brothers said to him all the time. They thought he was an idiot, delving into the dubious things he did, all in the name of good TV. Didn’t stop him from wanting to take it on. He didn’t want an easy life, and this was a challenge. Was he, therefore, just as crazy as Patrice?
It was distinct possibility.
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nbsp; As they closed on the farm she kept moving, and he had to latch one hand over her waistband to haul her up. He nodded ahead, at the wall marking the perimeter of the farm, now shrouded in darkness. “Just some footage of me, scaling the wall, from here. I’ll hang out until the truck comes in and unloads. You go back to your car once you see the truck approaching, okay?”
“Yes, Ben.” She offered him an innocent expression that looked totally wrong on her face. Like a kitten pretending it didn’t have anything to do with the unraveled ball of string.
“Seriously.”
“Go, quickly.” She gestured off to the left, and when he glanced in that direction he saw headlights were closing on them. Fast.
“I’ll be waiting for you,” she purred, and he could hear the intimate tone underlying her comment. She was getting aroused again, already.
Focus, he told himself. The last thing he needed was to be thinking about sex right now. Despite that, his blood pumped faster, and he found himself mentally rerunning what had just gone on between them in the car, the vision of her riding his cock was so hot it was going to be forever melded onto his brain.
The woman was a liability.
Feeling somehow duped, he kissed her, and then headed off. Glancing back, he saw that she was resting one shoulder up against the tree, and was busy filming.
Two trucks were approaching and he made his way to the wall, scaling the seven-foot high stone edifice before the trucks reached the gates. The moon was too full for his liking. He hunched low against the top of the wall, retrieving his camcorder from his belt and switching it on. The man Patrice had been talking to earlier was opening up the gates, and light flood into the interior compound as the trucks trundled in.
Two men got out of the leading truck, one from the rear. All four men started to unload the first truck. Ben filmed the setup for around thirty seconds, then flicked the camera off and tucked it away in his belt. He waited until the men had gone inside the barn carrying a load of boxes, and then dropped down on the inside of the wall. When they returned to shift a second haul, he risked going to the second truck and quietly opened the rear door.
“Bingo,” he whispered under his breath as he surveyed the boxes inside. Tobacco, cigarettes and cigars, bigger boxes that looked like spirits at the back. Camera on, he grabbed some quick footage, made sure he included the license plate on the vehicle, and then closed the door gently, quietly. Back to the wall, scale it, and be gone. Tip off customs, and he was good to go.
It was then that he saw her, standing by the gates, filming him.
She waved.
She actually waved.
He couldn’t believe it. Gesturing frantically, he shooed her away. The voices by the barn were growing audible. The men were on their way back.
Patrice lowered her camera and went outside the gate, but then she stood by, as if waiting for him. Jesus, he was going to have to go out that way, through the main fuckin’ gates and under the light, just to make sure that she took off and didn’t get spotted.
He took a deep breath and darted toward her. There was no point in pussyfooting around with her flaunting herself. Grabbing her around the waist, he urged her on. “What the hell are you doing? I told you to stay where you were.”
“I got some great footage.”
“If anything happened to you,” he growled, risking a glance back. Luckily, no one had followed. He stumbled into the trees, grappling for the camera at his belt to use for vision.
“It’s okay, I waited until they had gone inside. I was being very careful, honestly.”
Careful? She didn’t know the meaning of the word. Once they got well into the cover of the trees, he paused, grabbing her by the shoulders and peering at her. “You’re a liability.”
“You won’t say that when you see the footage I got.”
He was about to tell her off, when she wrapped her hands around his neck and nestled up against him, resting her soft lips against the underside of his jaw.
“I’m sorry, Ben. I couldn’t help it; I wanted to see you in action. You look so good when you’re in action.”
Jesus. There was a bunch of smugglers not sixty feet away, and he was having a hard-on. Pulling her up against him, he shook his head at her. “Don’t tell me, you’re horny?”
“Mmm-huh.” She dropped her head back and looked up at him. Her expression in the moonlight was dreamy, her eyes sparkling. She moved her hands down to his hips and dug her fingernails into his buttocks. The scent of her perfume was mixed with the earthy female smell of her arousal, and it hit him hard.
He wanted her. Now.
Her eyes flashed. “Even more than last time, wow.” Her voice came out on a soft, warm breath that teased his overwrought skin. “What a rush.”
Definitely a liability.
“Come on,” he said. The inevitable affect of her physical state had got a hold of him, and it was fast eating away at his ability to think rationally. They had to get out of here, and fast. Either that or he’d have to have her, right now, right there on the forest floor. He’d been advised never to work with children or animals. Now he had to add crazy French women to the list.
Stumbling on the path, he flicked on his camera to watch where they were treading, dragging her along by the hand and refusing to turn round until he got safely back to the car. Only then would he risk taking this conversation any further. Only then would he risk facing the fact that he’d probably never be able to undertake another investigation without getting a hard-on, because of this night.
The trees thinned out and he could see the car up ahead. Thank god. Once they were within a few feet, he paused to catch his breath.
“Let’s go back to my place.” She ran on past him, towards the driver side door. “We can burn it off there!”
“Like a crazy dream,” he murmured to himself, and went to the nearside.
As soon as he was in the seat, she turned the key, put the headlights on and revved the engine. Shoving it into gear, she headed off along the bumpy country lane at more haste than he would have recommended, but he wasn’t about to argue.
“Is it far?” The question seemed almost incongruous, given the subject on both their minds, and he laughed as he said it.
“No, just a couple of minutes.”
He kept his hand on her thigh as she drove, and found himself wondering for the first time about her status. Did she live alone? Was there a boyfriend? She was pretty kooky, but surely she wouldn’t have forgotten a fundamental thing like that.
Before he had time to dwell on it for too long, the lane reached a junction. She swerved right, onto a bigger road. Within yards it ran through a small village, no more than a couple of streets. She pulled the Land Rover off the road and parked in front of a small cottage that was almost totally overgrown with ivy.
“Come on, Ben O’ Neil, some of your many talents are needed indoors.” She laughed, then jumped out of the car and jogged toward the house.
Ben barely got a look at the place before she grabbed his hand and led him on into another room. He caught sight of two, maybe three cats sitting up on the sofa amongst stacks of cushions to scrutinize him. He narrowly avoided another stretching feline perched on a pile of papers as he stumbled into the bedroom behind Patrice.
When she flicked the lights on, he stopped up short. Three different colored light shades gave the room an almost psychedelic look. Framed pictures filled the walls, and the bed was awash with velvet cushions in a range of colors. The overall effect was strangely dreamlike.
“You’ll get used to it,” she said, and then reached for his jeans, plucking at the buttons. He assisted—quickly back on course when he saw her eagerness. She undid his fly and then pushed him back onto the bed, where he sprawled over a stack of cushions.
Patrice was stripping, and he reached up and pulled his T-shirt over his head while he watched her. He’d already learned that her body was lean and nimble, but he wanted to see it naked. All that energy was there in her lim
ber frame. Her breasts were small and pert, cheeky, and the lines of her body were sleek. At her groin, her pubic hair was trimmed into a landing strip. That made him smile. She wore nudity with no self-consciousness, which didn’t surprise him.
Liberated of her clothing, she clambered over the bed, and he realized she meant to take charge again. When she climbed over his thighs, he put one splayed hand between her legs, making her stop. He gave her an admonishing glance.
“Ben,” she murmured, and pushed against his hand.
“So wet,” he whispered, and stroked her slit back and forth, spreading her cream over her clit and rubbing it.
The effort to answer was obviously too much. Her head dropped back and her expression was thoroughly transported. He stroked her again. She moaned aloud when he circled her clit, so he did it again. And again. She was gone on it. Her eyelids lowered, her mouth opening in response to each movement. A moment later her body shuddered and she exhaled, a lot.
“You’re driving me crazy, Patrice. Lie down, I want to fuck you properly.”
She gave a breathless laugh and then rolled over.
“Oh, so you don’t mind being on your back,” he commented as he stripped off the rest of his clothing and climbed between her legs. “I was beginning to wonder.”
“Sometimes.” Her eyes twinkled. “Was I too much, earlier?”
“I enjoyed it, but I have some steam built up, lady, and you’re going to find out just how much, very soon.” He grabbed his jeans, hunting down another condom.
“I got kind of eager. I haven’t had sex in a long while.”
“A woman like you should be having sex all the time,” he responded, while he rolled the condom on. Kneeling between her open thighs, he draped first one and then the other of her legs over his shoulders, hauling her body toward him so that his cock rested against her pussy.
She grinned. “I like you, Ben, I like you a lot.”
Moving his hand beneath his erection, he rubbed his thumb over her clit again, admiring the arch of her neck when she moved in response to his touch. Holding back was hard, but watching her rise in pleasure was good. “You should have a man in your bed all the time. Why isn’t there a man in your bed, Patrice?”
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