by B. L. Wilde
“What about me?” I pouted, removing the pins from my hair, allowing it to fall down my back. “Don’t I get any attention?”
“Fuck! Girls, what are you doing to me?” he stressed, licking his lips before pulling me onto his lap instead. “Maybe I’ll fuck you first. Shit, your tits are amazing!” He grabbed my breasts roughly, and the only thing that entered my mind was Oliver. No, I didn’t want anyone else to touch me that way. Before I knew it, I’d ejected the pin into his neck, paralyzing him out of anger.
“Thank Christ that’s over,” Zara stressed, getting up and grabbing her clothes. “I take it you set off the tracker while you were in the bathroom?”
“Yes,” I muttered, getting dressed, as well. Mr. Monroe was lying there with his eyes wide open. “I’m sorry, Mr. Monroe, but the FBI are on their way. They’ve been looking for you for a long time.” His eyes showed pure rage, but of course he couldn’t move. “Don’t underestimate blondes in the future. They will be your undoing,” I chuckled, winking at Zara.
“Goodbye, Mr. Monroe. It was fun,” Zara giggled, grabbing her purse as we both turned around and walked out the door.
“You did really well, Zara,” I smiled sipping my wine. We were back at our hotel having a drink in the bar.
“I thought I was going to lose it when I saw all those guys in the back room.”
“You just have to keep a clear head, and you did. We work really well together.”
“We really do,” she beamed. I was about to speak when my phone rang. My heart skipped a beat at seeing Oliver’s name flash across the screen.
“Excuse me,” I muttered, taking my phone and walking out into the lobby. “Hey,” I breathed, answering.
“Hi, Beautiful.” I could hear the smile in his voice.
“How’s it going? Have you gotten over the jetlag yet?”
“Almost,” he chuckled. “How are you?”
“I’m fine. Maybe a little lonely,” I admitted.
“Me, too. I can’t wait until I can come home to you. I wish I’d brought you to Russia with me now.” He could ignite so many feelings inside me with just a few words. He thought of me as home, which was something I’d never had before.
“It’s funny how quickly things can go back to the way they were, huh?”
“Yes. I promise I’ll go slow this time, though, Jade. We’ll take this at the pace you want.”
“I don’t deserve you,” I sighed. It was the truth. How could Oliver love me? It made no sense. Then again, he didn’t know the real me. Would he still love me if he did?
“Why do you say that?”
“Ignore me. I’m just missing you, that’s all. It’s been so long since I’ve been with you. I’m starting to crave your touch.”
“I know, Beautiful. I feel the same way. I’ll be home soon, I promise, and when I am, I’m not going to let you leave my bed for weeks.” I had to hold my legs together at his words and the timbre in his voice when he said them. I had to wait two weeks? That was too long!
“You’re not helping my need for you, Oliver,” I scolded.
“Sorry,” he chuckled.
“You’re not sorry,” I teased.
“I wish you were here with me, Jade. I’ve got some really heavy meetings and social events to attend in the next few days. I could really use your calming influence,” he sighed.
“You can call me any time—night or day. I’m here, Oliver.”
“I know,” he exhaled. “I’ve got to go for now, though. Alicia is calling me. I’ll speak to you in a few days.”
“Okay. Miss me.”
“You know I will,” he muttered before we both hung up.
“Was that ‘the top target’ calling?” Zara asked as I joined her back in the bar. I nodded. “Are you and Alicia really both on this mission?”
“Who told you that?”
“Jade, you know how it is at headquarters. The gossip is awful. So…who’s winning? You or Alicia?”
“Well, Alicia has him all to herself for two weeks.” I smiled sadly. “Does that answer your question? They’re in Europe together.”
“Then what are you doing still here? We’ve completed our mission. Book a damn flight. You can’t let Alicia win this one. She’ll never let you live it down if you do.” Zara had a point. What the hell was I doing here? I should be in Russia!
“Can you email Sonia the progress report so our mission can be marked as complete?”
“Yes,” she chuckled. “Now, go!”
Chapter Eight
The flight to Russia was long, but the anticipation of seeing Oliver kept me going. By the time I’d cleared my time off with Brian and booked my trip, it had been over a week since I’d seen him.
Russia had a bitter chill in the air. It didn’t help that I’d arrived in the middle of the night, either. I wrapped my coat tighter around my body before catching a taxi to the hotel.
Oliver had called me almost every day since he’d left for his trip. I could only hope that me turning up like this was going to be a good surprise for him. He was worried about his uncle’s reaction to me being back, which was why he hadn’t asked me to go with him in the first place.
As I checked into the hotel, butterflies invaded my stomach at the knowledge that Oliver was in the same building somewhere. Probably curled up in bed, fast asleep. Images of bright white sheets caressing his body were driving me crazy.
When I got up to my room I took a shower, trying to calm the hunger that was seeping into my body. I needed to focus and not get carried away when I finally saw him. I had to make sure shy Jade was controlling the situation, not the real me. No matter how much I loved him, this was still a mission.
To get ready, I slipped into a tight red dress, knowing Oliver loved me in red. I completed the outfit with matching red underwear because it was the only way I could express the hellcat I really was. It saddened me to think about the future. Would he ever get the chance to know the real me? When I left the Seductors, I’d be coming back as Jade Gibbs. I’d have to act and lie my entire life. Could I really do that?
I finished straightening my hair and touched up my makeup before calling him. He was restless at night, so I half expected him to be awake.
He answered on the third ring. “Hello?”
“I didn’t wake you, did I?” I stressed.
“No, Beautiful. I’ve been dozing on and off, but I haven’t really slept yet,” he soothed. “Are you okay? You don’t usually call at this time?”
“I just needed to hear your voice.”
“Missing me that much, huh?” he chuckled.
“You have no idea. I dreamt about you last night.”
“Did you now? What kind of dream was it?”
“I think you know,” I giggled.
“Christ, Jade, don’t get me worked up. The night is when I crave you the most.”
“Oliver, what would you do if I told you I was in the same hotel as you right now?” My body was trembling.
“Don’t tease me, Jade,” he pleaded.
“I’m not, Oliver,” I whispered. “Tell me your room number and I’ll prove it.”
“Shit! Jade, if this is a joke it isn’t funny. I’m in the Royal Suite on the top floor.”
“Royal suite?” I giggled. “I think the money is finally getting to you.”
“Stop teasing and get your sexy ass up here,” he ordered. “The things I’m going to do to you if you’re telling the truth.”
“Mmm…” I purred. “I can’t wait.”
“You’re really here, aren’t you?”
“Wait and see,” I giggled, hanging up.
I checked my reflection in the mirror before heading out into the hallway. My hands were trembling as I pushed the button for the elevator. In a matter of minutes, I’d be in Oliver’s arms. I knew full well of the powers he could hold over my body. Now that I was in love with him, it was going to be an entirely new sexual experience for me. I’d never made love with anyone before. It had alw
ays just been about sex.
Before I even reached Oliver’s door, he opened it. Standing there in black sweat pants, he watched me approach like I was a hallucination or something. My breath hitched as I watched his hungry gaze.
“You’re here,” he gasped, still gawking at me.
“Why do you look so shocked?” I grinned, stepping closer toward him.
“You came all this way…for me?”
“I didn’t want to wait two whole weeks to see you. I’ve waited long enough.” His eyes became soft as he pulled me into his arms.
“What do you want, Jade?” he asked, running his hand through my hair, moving a stray strand from my face.
“You, Oliver. I want you,” I strained. Losing every last bit of my control, I crashed my lips against his. My arms wrapped around his neck, molding him to me as we kissed. Now that I was back in his embrace, how would I ever let him go? He responded with a groan, lifting me up in his strong arms. I heard a door close as he carried me, and realized he must have carried me to his bedroom.
“This is going to be rough at first,” he snarled against my lips. He ran his hands down my body, undoing the clasps on my dress as he reached them. “I’ll be softer after, I promise. Let me devour you first, please?”
“You really think I’d say no?” I panted, feeling my dress fall to the floor.
“Fuck, I love you in red,” he growled, taking in my underwear before turning me around. His hands explored my body greedily, cupping my breasts while his lips attacked my neck. Reaching behind me, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders for support. “Are you ready for me?” He pushed his erection against my ass before moving his hands down into my panties. “Shit, you’re so ready,” he snarled, turning me around to face him. I groaned, watching him put his fingers into his mouth, tasting me. That was an Oliver trait I’d never get tired of seeing.
“Fuck, that’s a taste I’ve missed,” he moaned before lifting me off my feet carrying me to his bed. “But then my cock has missed this more.” He smirked seductively, pulling my panties off with one tug before removing his sweats. Holy crap, I’d forgotten how wonderful his cock was. Arousal seeped toward my center. “Do you want this, Jade?” he groaned, stroking my folds.
“YES!” I pleaded, throwing my head back as the tip of his cock grazed my entrance.
“Do I need to wear a condom?” he suddenly stressed. I didn’t want anything between us.
“No, not if you don’t want to. I’m still covered. I haven’t been with anyone else, either.”
“I need to warn you,” he whispered, looking directly into my eyes, “I won’t give up if you disappear again. I will find you, Jade.” He meant every word he was saying. That much was clear. “I can’t ever lose you again. If we do this now, it’s for keeps.”
“Oliver, I’m not going anywhere.” What was I saying? It was even scarier that I believed what I was telling him.
“Promise me you’ll stay.”
“I promise,” I beamed, leaning up to kiss him. He opened his mouth, allowing my tongue to dart in and dance with his. His hands moved up under my ass to lift my hips, and with one deep thrust, he was inside me. Feeling so full and complete after so long was pure bliss.
“Fuck!” he winced. “You’re tighter than I remember.”
“Ugh! It’s been six months since anyone has been down there,” I moaned as he pulled out and slammed back in.
“That’s because this is mine,” he growled, running his fingers over my clit. “No one can fuck you like I can!” He slammed into me harder, rotating his hips. Oh, he really was fucking me now. I fisted the sheets, losing my mind. All I could feel and see was him—nothing else mattered.
“O…Oh…Oliver,” I rambled minutes later as he hit that special spot only he had ever found.
“Mmm,” he hummed, thrusting toward that spot again. “That’s what I was looking for.” With the relentless thrusts, I was beginning to see stars. “That’s it, Jade, squeeze my cock. Shit, I’ve missed you,” he gasped, pulling my bra cups down to expose my breasts. The moment his warm mouth made contact with my left nipple I lost it, screaming out his name into the night. I felt him begin to twitch moments later, and when he did climax, it made my entire body tremble.
Oliver lay on top of me, catching his breath while I held him. I basked in his scent and the feeling of him still inside me. If this was what love felt like, I could see why people died for it. I’d never felt so connected to anyone before. From this moment on, Oliver and I would be one.
“What are you thinking?” he smirked a while later. He’d gone to the bathroom and brought back a warm washcloth, which he was gently cleaning my sex with.
“This feels so right,” I groaned, running my hands into his dark hair. The things he could do with his hands. He was slowly rubbing the cloth against my clit and it felt incredible.
“Do you know what I loved about that the most?” I shook my head, frowning. “You gave into me. You didn’t hold back like you used to.”
“I’m not holding back any more, Oliver. You have me, you just need to be patient.”
“How am I supposed to go slow when you travel halfway across the world to say things like that to me?” he scolded, shaking his head. After removing the cloth, he stroked his nose against my neck. This man knew what he was doing. I was putty in his capable hands.
“Sex has always been important between us. You know that as well as I do. We just need to take the rest slow,” I stated, closing my eyes as his lips took the place of his nose.
“You’re right,” he muttered into the crook of my neck, arching my back so he could unhook my bra. “It’s time for me to explore everything I’ve missed in these last six months,” he smirked, making his way down my neck.
“Are you going to make me close my eyes again like our first time?” I giggled as he bit down on my nipple softly.
“Oh no, I want you to watch everything,” he winked, looking up at me for a short second. I was going to combust.
He began to tease my nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, while squeezing my other breast, sucking my hardened peak into his mouth. I was on sensory overload. I tried to focus on the ceiling because watching him attack my breasts was too much.
“You’re not watching me, Jade,” he chuckled from between my breasts a moment later.
“You’re driving me a little crazy here,” I panted as his teeth grazed my nipples.
“That’s the plan, Beautiful,” he smoldered, moving lower. His fingertips and lips caressed every inch of my skin, making me squirm with desire. His lips travelled everywhere except the place I needed him most.
“Please, Oliver,” I gasped as he bit gently into my inner thigh.
“I need you to turn over.” Was he being serious? I wanted his face in between my legs, right now! “Do as I ask, Jade,” he breathed, starting to roll me over. I let him, even if I was a little frustrated.
With a moan, I buried my head in the pillow as his hands moved up my legs, gripping my ass. I could feel his erection brush against my legs as he moved. Oliver hovered over me, placing soft, loving kisses on my shoulder before moving lower.
“You have the softest skin,” he murmured. All I could do was answer with a groan.
I bit into the pillow when Oliver’s lips traveled over my ass. He grabbed it roughly, licking across my left cheek.
“Shit,” I yelled, trying hard not to move. My body was on fire, smoldering in a pure frenzy of need. My sex was aching and drenched.
“Lift your hips. Can you get onto your knees?” he asked, his voice dripping with lust. “You can keep your head in the pillow if you want. You might need it.” Oh. My. God! What was he going to do? I lifted my hips, raising my ass high up in the air. “Spread your legs,” he ordered, using his hands to pull them apart more.
The excitement of wondering what he was going to do was making my heart beat faster; I could feel it pulsing in my chest.
I felt Oliver shuffle around on the
bed, and when his shoulders touched the inside of my thighs, I knew exactly what he was going to do.
He gripped my ass suddenly and pulled me down toward him. The moment his hot tongue met with my aching sex, I cried out in pleasure. He didn’t even give me a second to recover from his sudden attack. He plunged his tongue inside me, sucking up everything he could. Holy shit! I’d forgotten how good he was at oral!
My hips were rocking against his face; I couldn’t stop myself. When he began to suck my clit into his mouth, I screamed into the pillow, my orgasm hitting me out of the blue. It was one of the most intense climaxes Oliver had ever given me, and I hadn’t even felt a build up.
“Oh, God,” I panted, moving my head out of the pillow to look behind me. Shit, what a sight. Oliver was lying on his back between my legs, studying my sex. He licked his lips, tasting my arousal that was on his face.
“That’s the best thing I’ve eaten in six months,” he winked, moving out from between my legs. I thought he was going to lie down, but I was wrong. He came up behind me, circling my clit with his fingers, teasing my entrance. “I’m going to fuck you slowly now. You might want to brace yourself on the headboard,” he whispered in my ear, biting my earlobe.
I gripped the headboard, using it to pull myself up slightly while he grabbed my thighs and pulled my legs apart again.
“This is my happy place,” he whispered into my neck, slowly sinking himself inside me. “Everything else fades away when I’m right here.” I had no words. What could I say to that?
I lost sense of time while Oliver slowly fucked me from behind. When my fingertips began to hurt from gripping the headboard too tightly, I knew we must have been making love for a while. We didn’t rush our orgasms this time, though. Oliver explored my body with his hands. We were two people showing our love for each other. Tilting my head, I kissed his soft, desirable lips while I felt his cock slide in and out of me. I began meeting his thrusts when I felt myself start to build.
“Are you close?” he panted, kissing down my neck and palming my breasts in his hands.
