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Courting Gossip

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by Kimberly Dean


  ‘Did you sleep in this?’ he asked.

  ‘Sorry if I got it wrinkled.’

  ‘I’m not, but it’s got to come off.’

  He squeezed her bottom again, sending her right up on her toes. She rolled her shoulders and the heavy fabric slid down her arms. For a moment, it hung there, hiding what he was doing to her. Finally, she dropped her hold on him and tossed the jacket onto the chair where she’d been sitting.

  If he could touch, so could she. Her hands burrowed under his T-shirt. ‘So does this,’ she said.

  She pushed it up, exploring the tapestry of muscle that awaited. He was hard and lean. She’d seen him in the gym. He put the same intense focus into his workouts as he did everything else. She worked his shirt up until she could kiss his ribcage. He ripped the T-shirt over his head and it landed on the chair too.

  She looked at his chest, and her breaths hit him hard. ‘Oh, God. Is this what they’re supposed to look like?’

  He caught a fistful of her hair, and she bit her lip. She hadn’t been thinking. The first rule of escorting at Luxxor was to make the client feel like they were the only one. She’d just said the first thing that had come into her head.

  She worried that she’d put him off, but then his mouth was on hers again, his tongue pressing deep. She snuggled up close. He was tall and hard and so warm. She could feel the heat emanating from him as well as she could feel the fire at her feet.

  What was that he’d said about feeling good? He felt good. This felt fantastic.

  His hands met at the middle of her back, and her bra loosened. He kissed her cheek and nipped at her ear. ‘Put it on the pile.’

  His hands slid around to capture her breasts, and Genieve felt her nipples poke into his palms. An ache of need ran through her, tightening in her belly, and she had to squeeze her eyes shut and take a moment.

  ‘Like that?’ he whispered into her ear.

  ‘Oooooh,’ she moaned when he became more devious. He cupped her breasts, pushing them high, and thrummed her nipples with his thumbs. She let out a whimper. He was watching everything he was doing to her and gauging her reactions. She tore the bra off, tangling with the elastic straps, before throwing it mindlessly towards the clothes chair.

  ‘Brody,’ she cried when he caught her by the backs of her thighs and lifted her. She grabbed his shoulders and her legs went naturally around his waist, but then he had her right where he wanted her.

  His mouth latched onto her breast, and he began sucking her nipple hard.

  ‘Oh,’ Genieve gasped. ‘Oh.’

  His hands had found her bottom again, and her head fell back as pleasure rocked her. Her nipple felt huge in his hot, wet mouth. He licked at her and then nipped. Just when she thought she couldn’t take it any more, he switched to her other breast. He used his tongue to press her nipple tight against the roof of his mouth, and he tugged hard.

  Her nails dug into his shoulders, and her hips began twitching against him as want became need.

  When he finally turned her loose, he was breathing hard. His damp breaths hit her skin as he pressed his face into her cleavage. Genieve held him there, massaging the back of his neck.

  ‘Are you sure about this?’ he asked.

  ‘Are you?’

  The room tilted as he took her to the floor. Genieve clutched at him, but then felt the carpet against her back. They were right in front of the fireplace. She could hear every snap, crackle and pop. He was on his knees, and her legs were still wrapped around his waist. It lifted her hips in the most erotic way.

  Letting her eyelids go heavy, she rocked against the hard bulge filling the cradle between her legs. His lavender eyes flared, and his fingers bit into her hips. Deliberately, she ran her hands up her body and covered her breasts. She squeezed her nipples between her fingers, and he bucked hard against her.

  Then he was crawling up over her fast. She reached for him but, instead of kissing her, he stared down into her eyes.

  ‘No tricks.’ That flat, rigid expression was back on his face. ‘We’re adding that to the list.’

  ‘Tricks?’ she said in confusion. He had her so aroused, she didn’t understand. Tricks…of the trade? She inhaled sharply as the insult bit deep.

  The stoic expression on his face broke, but it was too late. She pushed him away, furious, and unwound herself from him.

  ‘I’m sorry,’ he said.

  ‘You son-of-a-bitch.’

  ‘I thought you were…’

  ‘Servicing you?’ Funny, it was the first time in a long time she’d been fully involved and not having to go someplace else in her mind to imagine…him.

  He spread his hand wide on her stomach when she tried to roll away. She was breathing so hard, it rode up and down.

  ‘OK, you want an honest negotiation?’ he said tightly. ‘Full disclosure? I want you, Jenny.’

  ‘I’m not Jenny,’ she snapped.

  ‘Yes, you are.’ Her stomach began rollercoastering faster as his hand slid deliberately downwards. He stopped with his fingertips just under the purple lace. ‘And I want the real deal.’

  Her pussy clenched hard. What did he know about wanting? He held off his own desires and impulses until they worked in his favour.

  Yet, as she looked into his face, it wasn’t calculation that she saw.

  Her heart began beating fast. For once the filter on his lavender eyes had been ripped off. What he was asking went beyond escorting. He was stripping her bare.

  He opened his hand wider on her belly.

  ‘You can say no,’ he said. He caressed her, watching his hand go round and round. ‘We’ll burn our agreement, tell Nina the whole thing’s off.’

  He looked her in the face again. ‘You can go. Do what you want to do. I’ll get Samuel through this.’

  ‘But the gossip…’

  ‘It will still be there, and I won’t be able to shield you from it.’

  So she was still backed into a corner. She didn’t really have a choice – or that’s what he thought – only the schemer didn’t understand that, if they became that intimate, he’d be putting himself out there, too. He wouldn’t be able to help it.

  She wouldn’t let him.

  Her thighs began to tremble. She’d wanted him ever since she’d first laid eyes on him, ever since he’d looked at her so impassively and then ushered her away to safety when the senator had gotten into a scrape. More than anything, she wanted to see what made this man tick.

  Slowly, she let her thighs fall open. His gaze flew up to her face. She ran her finger along the harsh frown line between his eyes. ‘You want to have sex for real? Let’s do it.’

  Cupping her hand over his, she guided his hand between her legs. He cupped her firmly, and her hips rose.

  ‘I’ll be your Jenny,’ she whispered. At least until the contract was over.

  * * *

  A resounding yes echoed in Brody’s head. He didn’t like manipulating her but, if he had to bind her to him to protect her from the DC press, he’d do it. But he didn’t want the woman he’d seen in the video at the Emissary Hotel, he wanted the real woman. He wanted the smart cookie who’d stopped Detective Morgan in his tracks. He wanted the girl who grinned at him after she’d planted petunias. He wanted the vibrant redhead who baked bread in sexy lingerie.

  He cupped his hand over her mound possessively. Maybe using one of Luxxor’s infamous contracts wasn’t the right way to go about it, but he wasn’t a guy who played fair. He’d use any advantage he could to get what he wanted.

  And she was lying before him, so beautiful and sexy, he couldn’t see straight.

  He ran his fingers over her soft flesh. She was hot, wet and unbelievably soft. He slid his finger through her slit and watched her face. Her eyes squeezed shut as she let out a breathless cry. He rimmed her opening and watched as her nipples perked up hard.

  Unable to resist, he rolled towards her and swirled his tongue around the responsive peak. She caught the back of his head to hold
him to her, but he wasn’t ready when she cupped her other hand over his crotch.

  ‘Let me,’ she said. She rubbed the ball of her hand against him, and he kept the pressure tight. She wasn’t using shortcuts, she was just that sensual.

  Brody quickly helped her get into his pants, and they got down to business. He peeled the lacy purple thong over her hips and down her legs. He took position between her thighs again and leaned down to kiss her.

  She wrapped her hand around his cock and started pumping. He returned the favour by sliding two fingers into her, deep. He rubbed her tightness, searching for the spot. He knew he’d found it when her heels dug into the carpeting and her hand clutched urgently around his boner. ‘A condom,’ she gasped. ‘Get a condom.’

  He squeezed his eyes shut. They were all the way in the bedroom.

  He kissed her fast. ‘Don’t move.’

  He pushed himself to his feet, shed his jeans and made off like lightning. When he came back, he brought the whole box. Her eyes widened. He’d bought the economy size.

  ‘I might have stopped by the pharmacy last night on the way home.’

  She stretched sexily in front of the fire. ‘Well, are you going to show them off or use them?’

  He was already putting one on. ‘I thought I’d do both.’

  He dropped back to his knees in front of her and pulled her to him. He lifted her hips until her bottom rested on his thighs. It opened her to him, pink and wet. He felt her tremble as he lined up his throbbing erection. When he thrust into her, in was deep and true.

  ‘Brody,’ she cried out.

  ‘Jenny,’ he hissed.

  All finesse and style flew out the window as he came up over her. Outside, the wind picked up and the rain lashed against the windows. Kissing each other as if it meant oxygen, they began to fuck. Brody’s hips swung as if on a pendulum, and Genieve rose eagerly to meet him. Her heels dug into the carpet, and her breasts bounced as their bodies came together.

  Brody wove his fingers into her hair. It felt as silky as he’d always imagined. He kissed her again and felt her slide a hand down to his lower back. When it rested there, guiding him to her, he felt his balls draw up tight.

  ‘Oh, hell.’ He’d bragged about his stamina, but she was more than he’d expected. She felt too good.

  His hips began to jackhammer. He tried to help her along by sliding a hand underneath. Catching her bottom, he brought her to him.

  ‘Yes,’ she said on a high-pitched cry.

  Watching her arch beneath him was too much for Brody to handle. The orgasm rushed through him, and his head kicked back in pleasure. Genieve melted beneath him, and her pussy clenched tight. The fire beside them crackled like fireworks. When it let out a long hiss, the tension finally broke. Their bodies relaxed, and Genieve let out a moan that made Brody melt on top of her. Their breaths sounded winded in the silence that followed. All around them, the fire still danced and the wind outside still twirled.

  Brody’s brain jerked from one disoriented thought to the next. He didn’t know what to say to her. That wasn’t quite the way he’d meant for things to go. How could he convince her to do it again?

  She lazily petted the small of his back, and all his thoughts honed in on that one sexy gesture.

  ‘Well, that happened,’ she murmured.

  He let out a long breath. ‘I think the dam just broke.’

  She gave a soft laugh.

  He pressed his face into her neck and smelled her scent. That sexy musk was all over her, and it was driving him crazy. ‘OK?’ he asked.

  He held his breath as she stretched sexily beneath him. ‘That felt good,’ she whispered.

  He ran his hand up her side and cupped her breast. Everything about her was sensual to him. If she ever figured out how tightly she had him wound around her little finger, he’d be in big trouble.

  ‘Do you see how this escort thing could have mutual benefits?’ he asked quietly.

  Her touch paused at the base of his spine before circling again. ‘It has potential.’

  ‘Good, because I’m just getting started.’

  * * *

  Genieve blinked in surprise when Brody pulled out of her. He kissed her long and deep before rolling her over onto her stomach. The carpeting beneath her was soft and thick, but her nipples stiffened at the sensation. She looked over her shoulder to see him grabbing a pillow from the sofa.

  ‘Make that two,’ she said.

  He grabbed three, and his lavender eyes sparked as he came back to her. She kissed him when he handed her one. She placed the pillow beneath her cheek and hugged it as she stared into the fire. She lifted her hips to help him as he slid the other two beneath her.

  ‘Do you need more time?’ he asked.

  ‘No,’ she murmured.

  He left her, and she heard more foil tear. He spread her thighs wider, and she prepared herself to be penetrated again.

  She let out a moan when he kissed her calf instead. His hands spread wide as he stroked her skin, and hot kisses and licks moved up her body.

  ‘Ooooooh,’ she moaned.

  Seduction wasn’t what she’d expected. He rubbed the backs of her thighs and kissed the back of her knees. When his hands settled over her butt cheeks again, she couldn’t help but clench them. She was surprised when he placed a hot intimate kiss where she was most sensitive.

  Her body began to shake. She wasn’t used to being pampered, but that was what he was doing. He kissed his way up her spine and massaged her shoulders. His big hands slid underneath her to capture her breasts again as he nuzzled against her neck.

  ‘Your body is incredible,’ he said.

  ‘I like yours. When are you going to let me touch you?’

  ‘When I’m not in danger of going off like a teenager.’

  She smiled as she watched the flames. She could imagine them flaring inside her, growing out of control and making her sweat. ‘You know what they say, Brody. All work and no play.’

  ‘Make a horny bastard.’

  His weight finally settled onto her wiggling hips. Genieve went still when his thick erection bumped against her opening. He adjusted her slightly on the pillow and then the pressure began. He slid in easily, and the position allowed him to go deep.

  She pressed her forehead into her pillow. ‘Oh, God,’ she groaned as he began to move.

  He fitted her perfectly, like a key in a lock. As he thrust she felt every inch of him, and he was going slowly, making sure to draw out each stroke.

  Her fingers dug into her pillow. She wanted to touch him. She wanted to kiss, but all she could do was lie there and take him. She ground her breasts into his hands and lifted her hips to try to make him pump faster. His weight came down more heavily upon her, and he kept the pace slow.

  He rode her for what felt like for ever.

  ‘Still angry with me?’ he asked against her ear.

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘Think you’ll get over it?’

  She wiggled her hips, trying to get the pillow to rub her clit. ‘I’m getting there.’

  He let out a chuckle. ‘Guess I’ll just have to work harder.’

  Her heart tripped over itself. He laughed during sex; she never would have guessed that. He braced his hands on either side of her head, and she caught his wrists. His thrusts gradually became harder. More purposeful. She could feel her bottom juddering with each deep pump.

  ‘Oh, God. Brody!’

  ‘Come,’ he said, his voice raspy. His thrusts became more urgent. ‘Come for me, Jenny.’

  Genieve dissolved. Just melted into a puddle of pleasure beneath him. But even as her head spun, a spark of fear sprang up inside her. This wasn’t going to be like any escorting gig she’d had before.

  Ever.

  When it was over, he pulled her into his arms. She tried to judge what was going on in his head, but his lavender gaze was steady on the fire. She threaded her fingers through his hair. It was ruffled, and his breaths were ragged.

 
; He cleared his throat. ‘Are you hungry? Do you want some breakfast? Somebody made some bread.’

  ‘Don’t tease me,’ she murmured.

  ‘I’m not.’ He hooked a strand of her hair behind her ear and, finally, looked at her. The expression on his face showed as much surprise as she felt. ‘After all the drama, it turned out great.’

  Chapter Eight

  ‘Are you going in to the office today?’ Genieve asked.

  They’d finished breakfast, and Brody had been right. The bread had been delicious. So had the coffee and the conversation and the all-around change in him. She wasn’t sure he was even aware of it, but he’d been brushing up against her all morning. Touching her waist and sliding his hand over her hair…She could see him trying to recapture that unconnected, stoic front he liked to adopt, but it just wasn’t working – probably because she’d been brushing up against him even more. And patting his butt and flashing him glimpses of cleavage in the low-cut stretch cami she’d chosen for the day…

  ‘I thought I’d stick around here,’ he said from his perch on the sofa.

  She grinned. ‘I thought you might.’

  Colour rushed into his cheeks – or maybe it was the reflection of the fire still rumbling in the fireplace. ‘Seriously.’ He pointed at his tablet. ‘There’s nothing for me to do. Gunderson’s on a roll. His polling numbers are going through the roof.’

  She leaned against the back of the sofa to peer over his shoulder. ‘Why?’

  ‘Because you left him.’

  Well, that was flat, blunt and to the point. Genieve frowned when she saw that Brody’s expression had turned ambivalent. The dirtier and more underhanded things got, the less emotional he became. She was only now noticing that.

  ‘But I was never with him.’ The bread in her stomach turned leaden. She’d been the senator’s paid escort. She’d spent time on his arm and in his bed. She hadn’t meant to impact voters’ impressions.

  ‘It doesn’t matter. When it comes to choosing who represents them, people obsess over the wrong things. They picked him in the first place because of his hair and the fact that he wears a suit well.’

 

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