by Jenesi Ash
Now that Leon has a good hold on my hips, I take my hands off his knees. I grab my breasts and knead them through the bustier as I rock against him. Leon’s breath snags in his throat and his fingers pinch into my skin. I would love to see his expression.
As he thrusts into me, I continue to look straight ahead. I glance in the rearview mirror, but I don’t see my reflection. Instead my gaze collides with the driver’s. His eyes are dark, wide, stunned.
Heat blooms into my skin. My heart pounds in my ears. The driver can see me. A wicked sensation ripples through me. How much can he see? Just my eyes? My face? My chest?
I want him to see everything. I reach for my clit and watch the driver’s gaze follow my movement. I caress my clit slowly for him. Soon I’m rubbing with lightning speed as Leon pounds into me from behind. My hair spills in my face as I perform. Not for Leon, but for the driver, whose gaze keeps darting to the mirror.
I ride Leon so hard I’m breathless. My heart feels like it’s going to burst from my chest. It’s as if all of my senses are heightened. Each move Leon makes electrifies me. My groans are deeper and longer as the pleasure shimmers to a breaking point.
My climax comes out of nowhere. I hear my high, mewling cry as my mind tumbles. I would have lost my balance, but Leon holds me tightly as he drives his cock into me, deep and hard.
I can’t catch my breath. I feel dizzy and lethargic as Leon shows no sign of slowing down. I look straight into the rearview mirror, my gaze connecting with the driver. I see the crinkles around his eyes and I know he’s smiling, enjoying the show.
I see the sign welcoming us to the airport. I can’t believe we’re already here. I have to get Leon to come or we’ll still be going at it like bunnies at the drop-off point.
As I hold the driver’s gaze, I squeeze my vaginal walls tightly around Leon’s cock. Leon rears back and bellows. His fingers tighten against my hips with such force it hurts as he gives one final, brutal thrust.
Leon and I don’t move as the limo slows down. We’re gasping for air. I feel hot and sweaty and my legs ache. I see we’re approaching the airport terminal and I carefully withdraw from Leon’s cock. I tumble back onto the seat, sitting on my satin raincoat.
I watch Leon readjust his clothes and smooth back his hair. The high color recedes from his face and he transforms from lover to businessman. You would never know that he just had sex in the backseat of his limo.
As the limo slows to a stop at the drop-off section of the airport, I decide to be nice. “Have a good trip,” I tell Leon as he opens the door to step out.
“Be good while I’m gone.”
I watch him close the door and walk away. Be good? What the hell is that supposed to mean? Is he still worried I’ll mention him to the police?
I shake my head in disgust and look away. My eyes rest on the rearview mirror. I then glance at the back of the driver’s head.
I return my gaze to the mirror. The driver is watching me intently. He looks like his attention is straight ahead, but his focus is all on me. What? Is he waiting for an encore?
My body jerks to attention as I remember the mirror in the fitting room. Nervous energy flutters in my stomach and I don’t know what to do.
“Driver?”
The man pauses. “Yes?” he asks hoarsely.
“Take me back to the office,” I order and push the button to close the privacy window. I need the peace and quiet to get my thoughts together. I think I have an opportunity to save Denise, but I have no clue what I’m doing.
Once the driver drops me off at the office, I hurry through the lobby and make a beeline to the boutique. I come to a screeching halt when I see Kyler leaning next to Vincent’s door, his arms crossed against his chest.
I immediately realize that the driver and Kyler were keeping tabs on me. Is that Leon’s orders? No, it doesn’t sound like him. Kyler has me pegged as trouble. He’s probably right.
“Don’t you have work to do?” I ask as I walk toward him.
“Don’t you have anything better to do?”
“I’m not going to mention Leon,” I insist as I press the doorbell. “I figured out who killed Vincent.”
“You did?”
Okay, that might be a big, fat lie. I don’t know who killed Vincent, but I know who lied. I can only see one reason why she wouldn’t tell the truth, and that has to do with Vincent’s death.
Then again, I could be totally wrong.
A uniformed police officer opens the door. “You can’t come in. This is a crime scene.”
Time to use my charm, which is really just a euphemism for my sexual allure. “I’m aware of that,” I say with a friendly smile. I press my hand against my chest, drawing his eye to the plunging neckline of my raincoat. “I’m the one who found the body. I forgot something.”
He lets me in and I hurry through to the fitting room before anyone gets the bright idea to stop me. The room is still packed with the criminal investigation unit. No one is on the raised dais and I step on it, facing Vincent’s office, just like I did when I saw him getting a blow job.
“What did you forget?” Kyler asks.
“My clothes are in the dressing room.” I say as I stare at the door to Vincent’s office. “Be a dear and get those for me.”
He scoffs at the idea of playing errand boy. “I don’t think so.”
I hop off the dais, turn to face the mirror and crouch down. Not a good thing to do in a room full of men. If anyone looks in the reflection, they are going to get a really good look at my pussy.
The investigating officer approaches me. “Ms. Martin, you are not supposed to be here.”
“I understand, but I think Mary lied to you.”
Mary tenses and I suddenly feel jumpy. I’m not sure if I should be doing this. I’m not one to get involved and it feels foreign to me. I rub a hand over my stomach, hoping I have this right. If Denise or Brianna is the one who killed Vincent, than I am screwed and will never be able to shop here again.
“Can you elaborate on that?” the officer asks.
“While I was getting fitted, I saw Denise and Vincent having sex in his office.”
I hear Denise’s gasp and turn. She stares at me, blushing furiously. “You saw us?”
“Oh, get over it. This is going to save your ass.”
“What does this have to do with Mary?” the officer asks impatiently.
“I saw him show that document to Denise. So did Mary.”
Mary takes a step forward. “I did not. I was facing away.”
I gesture at the mirror. “You saw it in the reflection.”
She shakes her head. “I was concentrating on your hemline.”
“No, you weren’t. I realized this while I was in the limo and watching the driver. You were facing forward and never moved your head. You were acting like you were working when all the time you could see what was going on in the back.”
“I didn’t see anything.”
“I thought it was strange that not once did you look back with all the grunting and animal noises going on.” I give Denise an apologetic look before I continue. “And you didn’t have to look back because you got a full view.”
“Even if I did—which I didn’t—it has nothing to do with Vincent’s death.”
“It has everything to do with it,” I declare, hoping I’m right, “because you saw him give Denise that document with the blue paper covering. You knew what he was giving her because you have one, too.”
Mary stands very straight as everyone’s attention zooms in on her. Her gaze darts around the room. “No, I don’t.”
She couldn’t make eye contact just like a cheating boyfriend confronted with an accusation. “All it takes is a quick call to Vincent’s lawyer,” I remind her.
Mary presses her lips together. Is she going to call my bluff or start to backtrack? I don’t have enough to prove her guilt, but all I want is to get the suspicion off Denise.
“You knew that Vincent doubled-crossed
you,” I say, trying to sound confident in my findings. The truth is I’m guessing. “He already doubled-crossed Brianna.”
“And if anyone deserved the boutique,” Kyler arrogantly interrupts, “it’s someone who is his own flesh and blood.”
“Deserves it?” Mary whirls around and glares at Kyler. “Brianna doesn’t deserve it and neither does Denise. I’m the one who worked years for this man. I stayed late at night, I gave up weekends and holidays so he could meet these impossible deadlines.”
“And all Denise had to do was sleep with him,” I comment.
“It wasn’t fair!” Mary hunches her shoulders as if Vincent’s decision was too much for her to bear. “He promised me, but he took it back.”
“When did he take it back?” I ask. “After I left?”
“He didn’t think he did anything wrong,” she says in a growl. “He stabbed me in the back, so I returned the favor.”
Whoa. My eyes widen. Did she just say what I thought she did? I turn to Kyler. “That counts as a confession, doesn’t it?”
The police officer seems to think so. He takes out his handcuffs and tells Mary, “I’m arresting you on suspicion of murder. You have the right to remain silent…”
Oh. My. God. It actually worked! I feel a little light-headed. I think I might need to sit down but Denise is suddenly in my face.
“Thank you, Amaris.” Denise clutches my hand with hers and shakes it vigorously. Her relief is overwhelming. “I was really sweating bullets there for a moment.”
“You’re welcome.” I lean forward and whisper, “Are you really the creative force of this boutique?”
“I am and have been for a couple of years. I hated that Vincent took credit for my designs. He didn’t do anything for the last couple of years. No paperwork, no designing. The man didn’t even pick up a pair of scissors.”
“Because he had arthritis in both hands?”
“How did you know?”
“It was kind of obvious.” Okay, so I didn’t recognize it until he shook hands with Leon today and my powers of observation aren’t always great, but Denise doesn’t need to know that.
“We all worked together to hide that from the clients. I don’t know how we managed to share the secret. Vincent probably dangled the possibility of owning the boutique to each of us so we would keep quiet.”
“And you came out on top.”
“Thanks to you.” Denise’s smile couldn’t get any wider. “And I want to show my appreciation. Take anything you want from the boutique. It’s on the house.”
“No, no. I couldn’t.” I try to decline gently. I’m not being nice. The truth is that the gift of lingerie isn’t good enough. Anyway, as of now, I’m her favorite customer. I want more and I want to see what Denise can offer.
“Then tell me how I can repay you,” Denise urges me. “Name your price.”
To my surprise, I don’t know what to ask for. Money can only go so far. And, after Leon’s defection during my time of need, I realize that power is a nebulous, nontransferable thing. “You know what? When I need a favor, I’ll call you.”
I immediately know that this is the right way to go. Denise is now obligated to me. She will treat me well until I call in my favor. It’s tempting never to cash it in.
Kyler walks over to me and casually grasps my arm. His touch makes me tingly, but I don’t pull away. “We’ve overstayed our welcome, Amaris. It’s time to get you home.”
“Fine. Let me get my clothes.” I step into the dressing room and grab my dress before leaving the boutique.
We walk into the lobby, our stride matching. We have nothing to say. I keep my eyes focused on the revolving door and I see the limo waiting at the curb. But I have one more thing to settle. “Don’t tell Leon, okay?”
“Why not?”
Leon thinks all I can do is give great sex. He trusts me in his bed because he doesn’t think I have the power to hurt him. It’s always best if Leon underestimates me, but I don’t want to say that out loud. “He didn’t help and he doesn’t deserve to know.”
Kyler gives an impatient sigh. “Drop the attitude, Amaris. Leon can offer limited protection. If your trouble puts him in jeopardy, or if it causes him inconvenience, he won’t help you.”
“He sent you.”
“This time.”
He doesn’t need to spell it out for me. I get it. If anything, the women at Vincent’s have taught me a lesson. Blood and loyalty means nothing.
If I want to protect myself, I need to create my own power base. Something that is all my own and not based on being Leon Richmond’s mistress. I have Denise under my thumb, but really, how much good can that do me?
“You did good back there,” Kyler says, almost begrudgingly. “You’re very smart.”
Translation: he’s surprised I have a brain. “I’m a regular Sherlock Holmes.”
“I don’t think he solved a crime wearing a black garter belt and bustier.”
I smile and push my way through the revolving door. I don’t think Kyler realizes his slip. He can’t stop thinking about my outfit under the raincoat. I hope the image is branded on his mind.
“Why are you with Leon?” I don’t know why I’m curious, but the need to know has been poking just under the surface since I’ve met him.
It’s the wrong question to ask. His eyes shutter and it’s like a shadow drifted across his face. “The same reason you are. For the money.”
“Fine, don’t tell me.”
I study Kyler. He really is gorgeous. I don’t care that my senses are warning he’s dangerous; I want him. I could do him right here and now, but I don’t offer sex for free. And I’m not screwing someone who works closely with my provider.
It’s a shame. Kyler has a bright future ahead of him. I know that one day he’s going to be the most powerful man I’ll ever know.
I can also tell that Kyler and I are cut from the same cloth. I bet he grew up dirt poor just like me. His tailored suit can’t hide the hunger inside him. The kind of hunger and fear that will never go away no matter how much power and wealth you accumulate.
And he sees it in me, too.
He opens the door to the limo for me. I slide in and my raincoat parts, revealing my naked pussy.
And this time, it’s intentional.
He doesn’t close the door right away and I look up at him. His eyes glitter with lust and I smile back. Kyler shuts the door with more force than necessary.
I wonder if he knows that I get him. I understand what makes Kyler tick. He wants what he can’t have. It won’t matter how powerful he becomes. He is not a man to be denied.
So he will pursue what he longs for with a single-mindedness that borders on obsession. He will hunt it down, corner it and pounce. Once he gets his treasure in his grasp, he will savor it and never let it go.
I lean back in the leather seat and close my eyes as strategies and ideas bombard my mind. I need to prepare now because one day that treasure will be me.
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