Jack groaned, a dark, needy sound, his hands raising to tangle in her hair. Encouraged, Emma opened her mouth and took the very tip of him between her lips. She swiped her tongue over the slit at the end and a salty taste exploded across her taste buds. His hips jerked, thrusting upward in demand, and an incredible sensation of power suffused her.
He liked what she was doing.
With renewed confidence, she relaxed her jaw, opened her mouth wider and took more of him. Jack thrust again, with more control this time, yet still a silent command. She swirled her tongue and sucked, drawing on his cock—something delectable and delicious to savor.
“You can be a bit rougher.” His husky voice brought a shiver, a frisking of her pleasure points. “But don’t bite,” he added when she opened her mouth wider still and introduced the slightest scrape of teeth.
She smirked, or as much as she could with a mouthful of cock. Desire roared to life—a thrill at the way he massaged her head with his big hands, at being the center of his focus.
He set up an easy surge and withdrawal, each successive thrust going deeper. His cock had been big before but now it filled her mouth and she loved it. Her breasts ached, swollen and needy of his caresses. A simmering sensation, half pain and half pleasure tortured her and made her hips writhe. Empty. She craved him. Juices surged between her legs. So wet. So desperate for his cock to fill the emptiness.
He pulled from her mouth without warning, taking her by surprise. “Did I do something wrong?”
Jack barked a laugh. “Hell no! Any more right now and I’ll explode. I’d rather come inside your pussy.” He levered up on his elbows to grab a condom off the bedside cabinet.
“I want to put it on.” Emma held out her hand.
“Not this time.” He ripped open the packet with his teeth and rapidly rolled the condom onto his shaft. “Ride me,” he ordered, his dark eyes gleaming with promise.
“Oh, a challenge, huh?” Emma straddled his hips and grasped his cock. She couldn’t resist stroking his length and feeling the power of him.
“Don’t torture me, Emma. Or I’ll take matters into my own hands.”
Humor surfaced like a leaping dolphin. She was so tempted, but his fingers locked around her forearms in a silent bid for obedience. She positioned his cock and eased down, closing her eyes to savor the stretching of internal muscles, the slide of their bodies as they joined and he forged deeper.
“Move faster,” he directed.
Emma snorted and executed a smart salute. “My ride. My way.” She maintained her easy pace, enjoying the delicate sparks igniting her flesh.
He reached up to cup her breasts and tweaked one nipple. She gasped and caught her bottom lip between her teeth as a buzz roared through her sensitized body. After their earlier bout he knew she enjoyed the hint of roughness, but it still amazed her how the concept of pain—the rough tugs, the pinches—made her senses sizzle. Weird but fantastic.
His brown eyes glowed as he reached up to where their bodies joined and ran a teasing finger around her swollen clitoris. His touch was firm, but not enough to push her into orgasm.
“Please,” Emma pleaded. “Do that again. A fraction harder. Now.”
Jack grunted as she rose and lowered herself on his cock. Excruciatingly slow, for maximum enjoyment. “You want to give instruction but not to take it?”
“Ohhhh,” Emma moaned. She swayed above him, feeling Herculean yet ravenous, feeling as though she could do anything if only her hunger for him was appeased. The first tremors of orgasm shimmered to life, radiating outward until fiery sparks licked her nerve endings. Her eyes drifted closed to savor the experience. The rise and the slow return. The sense of fullness. The slide of their bodies, the intimacy of their joining.
The shimmer deepened.
She sucked in a pained breath as she balanced on a precipice, unsure of whether to move again and push over or to remain poised in anticipation. Then she felt Jack’s fingers, nimble and skilled, rubbing her in just the right place, just the right way.
A cry of pleasure escaped. Her pleasure. Her body jerked, and she shattered. Her pussy clenched tight around Jack’s cock. Emma’s head tipped back as she rode out the exquisite bliss and slowly relaxed.
“My turn, princess,” Jack whispered, and he gripped her hips and lifted her off him. Before she could blink, he’d placed her facedown on the bed and raised her ass in the air. His big hands cupped her buttocks, making her shiver with renewed awareness, despite the fleeting thought he was looking at her butt.
He could have as many turns as he wanted.
She wasn’t finished with him yet.
Jack palmed her ass then ran a finger down the crevice between her butt cheeks. A tremor racked her and he hesitated. Despite his initial reluctance, he’d hate to frighten her. When she didn’t voice an objection, he continued. Gripping his cock in one hand, he positioned himself at the mouth of her pussy. He pushed inside until her heat enveloped his shaft. She was wet—her juices coated his cock and made his surge and retreat easy and incredibly arousing.
But he needed more for what he intended. Jack reached for the lubrication again. Half of him expected questions, but they didn’t come. Instead, she made a sexy moan that tightened his balls and made his blood run hotter. Who’d have guessed the little sparrow was such a sexual creature?
Jack pumped a generous amount of lube on his palm and smeared it from where they were joined all the way up to the puckered rosette of her anus.
The dragon inside him roared. Sex. Now.
Jack held the beast back by setting up a lazy shuttle in and out of her pussy. His cock swelled as the pleasure assaulted him.
“What are you doing to me?” she whispered, her words throaty. Sexy.
Jack rubbed his finger back and forth over her rosette, delicately probing while continuing the steady strokes into her pussy. “Don’t like it? Tell me to stop if I cross one of your lines.”
“It feels different,” Emma said finally. “But good. It’s fine.”
Jack made a mental note to check out the other sex toys. If she liked this and wanted to test her boundaries, he was ready.
The single light that shone over the bed highlighted her creamy skin. Being able to see his cock travel in and out of her cunt was an incredible turn-on. His darker skin against her pale curves. Jack hastened the pace, removing his finger from her anus so he could grip her hips and hold her steady for each drive. He felt her quiver, the tiny clasps and clenches around his cock, and a growl of triumph vibrated low in his throat. He jerked his hips, ramming his cock home, flesh slapping flesh until he erupted, spurting his seed deep and hard, a harsh groan ripping free.
Gradually, he eased from Emma, separating their bodies. A sharp intake of breath made him still. The noise came from behind the mirror. Fuck, he’d forgotten their watchers. He’d forgotten everything except Emma and how it felt to pound into her sexy body. Admitting that fact, even to himself, scared the shit out of him.
* * * * *
“We need to check out all the different activities more closely,” Jack informed her the next morning while trying to avoid glancing at Emma’s cleavage and force away the memories of what they’d done to each other throughout the night. His testy dragon wasn’t cooperating, stretching beneath his skin and demanding another hot and heavy session. His dick leapt with enough vigor to fuck a netball team—the whole seven plus the reserves. Bloody blue moon was really pushing his libido.
Emma dropped her hairbrush into her pink bag and rose from the stool that sat in front of the dressing table. “Good. Where do we go first?”
Jack ripped his gaze away and glared at the mirror above the bar. That was another thing. He couldn’t be sure if a sound system went along with the two-way mirror. They’d have to watch what they discussed in case it was recorded.
He risked another glance. Emma’s smile was so bright it almost blinded him.
Damn, now she had expectations.
He’d have
to make it clear his lone status would never change. His attitude to the female sex would hurt her, and despite the necessity, he regretted the fact. Emma was a likeable girl. Easy to spend time with and tempting. So bloody tempting. But after Rachel, he refused to step into another emotional wringer. Admitting to the taniwha monster thing, and the garbage that came along with the truth.
About him.
About George Taniwha Investigators and Security, and the team of taniwhas who worked as private investigators.
Nah, he’d skip the emotional crap. Better she was hurt a little now, than come face-to-face with monsters later.
“I think we should split up,” he said in an undertone.
“Oh.” She wrinkled her nose. “I thought we’d spend time together like the other couples.”
“We have the week to do that.” Jack scowled at the reminder of the mission constraint. It was tighter than Emma realized. With the blue moon on Saturday, he’d need plentiful sex or he’d have to shift to avoid excruciating pain. He’d hoped to have this case wrapped up fast so he could return home for the fall of the blue moon.
It was bloody inconvenient, but once he shifted, he was stuck in his taniwha form for twenty-four hours. Suffering through a full moon was bad enough but a blue moon…
Jack forced away the dire thoughts to concentrate on Emma. “I forgot to tell you. I made an appointment for you at the spa for this afternoon.” He pulled a small card from his pocket and handed it to her.
Emma beamed. “Wow! Thank you.”
“It’s not all luxury.” He leaned closer to whisper in her ear. “You need to ask questions and check out the spa area without causing suspicion. Think you can do that?”
She gave a decisive nod, although a frown creased her forehead as she said in a low voice, “I’ve trained for fact gathering. Which areas do you want me to check out this morning? Will we meet up for lunch? It might look a bit strange if we don’t.”
“Let’s go. We’ll talk on the way.”
The early morning sun peeked over the stand of native trees, warming the clearing and petanque pit not far from the entrance to their apartment block.
Jack took Emma’s arm and set a brisk pace. “We’ll walk along the beach.”
Emma tucked her hand into his as soon as the path widened enough for them to walk side by side. Jack froze momentarily before resuming his long strides to the beach. Her floral scent pulled at him, making it difficult for him to concentrate. Why did she have to touch him all the time? If she stroked her hand across his dragon tatt one more time…
“We need to watch what we say or discuss.” Jack couldn’t make up his mind whether to snatch his hand from her grasp or not. Her touch burned, bringing every one of his senses to roaring life. He heard her soft breathing, the waves rushing to shore and a gull wheeling overhead, felt the soft texture of her hand and bare arm. Hell, he had to get a grip. Concentrate. “It’s possible our room is bugged.”
“Someone listening in on us? I wondered why…I don’t— Someone’s watching us right now! No, don’t look.” Emma leaned closer and twined her arms around his neck. “Kiss me.”
It was an order, and Jack found himself in a lip-lock before he could voice questions. Her lips were soft, smooth and moist and distracting. She slipped her tongue between his lips, and he was a goner. Taste and sensation kicked him in the gut, combining with the feel of her curvy breasts plastered against his chest. His taniwha gave a sleepy yawn then woke rapidly with a demanding growl.
Jack took over the kiss, plunging his tongue into her mouth and withdrawing in a facsimile of the sexual act. Suddenly, he wanted to rip her clothes off and plunge into her hot pussy. He didn’t care about an audience or the public location. He just wanted to fuck her senseless. But what he desired and what he received were two very different things. Jack struggled to hold on to the semblance of his remaining sanity.
Her fingers curled into his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh through his thin shirt. The small pain jerked his cock tight enough to cause him discomfort. Emma wriggled even closer, rubbing against his chest and groin and making a sound resembling a purr. Dammit if his dragon didn’t purr in tandem.
Jack tore his mouth from Emma’s. Panic roared to life as the taniwha clamored inside his head, demanding he take what Emma offered. The ever-present guilt surfaced, bringing uneasiness in its wake. He was using her, and he had to stop because he didn’t intend to give her what she needed—a happy future.
He removed his hands from her shoulder and back and took a giant step to separate them. She deserved a man who could commit wholly to her. He wasn’t that man.
“I’m not doing that again,” he said in a flat tone. “What’s our watcher doing?”
“Nothing. I made it up.” Emma lifted her chin with an air of hauteur. “There isn’t anyone watching. This is a low-level investigation. George said so.”
“Dammit, Emma. Our room is bugged.” Frustration rode him hard. If she’d been a male, he could’ve punched her. He should inform her about the two-way mirror. If he could trust her to maintain natural behavior, he would’ve told her about the voyeurs.
He stared at the thin gold chain spanning her neck, his hands fisting. Taking a deep breath, he said, “This is the plan this morning. I’m going to check out the gym since that is the most logical place for drugs. I want you to reconnoiter the pool area and this afternoon the spa. Talk to people. Mahoney has to shift the drugs somehow.”
Thankfully, Emma must have realized she’d pushed him hard enough and remained silent.
“We’ll meet for lunch and compare notes. Keep your hands to yourself. We’re not having sex again. Last night was a mistake.” Jack turned away from her wounded expression and stomped off without looking back.
* * * * *
Later that afternoon
Emma didn’t understand Jack. He ran hot then cold like an unreliable water tap. It was difficult to keep up with his quirks. One minute, he seemed to enjoy kissing her and the sex…
She relaxed and conjured the memory of their bodies sliding together in the many different ways they’d tried the night before. The way his muscular body moved beneath her hands. His sexy dragon tatt.
A tingle sprang to life between her thighs and she stirred restlessly on the sheet-covered couch inside the spa. The idea of never making love with him again sent a touch of panic blasting through her mind. She had to get him to change his mind. And if he didn’t, she’d try again. They were good together, and one time didn’t qualify as a win in the bet with her girlfriends.
The slap of soft soles on the tiled floor heralded the return of the spa attendant. Emma lifted her head. Eek, that green stuff looked nasty. Didn’t smell much better, either. Perhaps Jack had intended this spa visit as punishment.
The attendant smeared the green paste all over her back, from shoulders to toes and bade her lie still to let the stuff dry for five minutes. Then, Emma had to turn over for the woman to smear the paste on her front. Once she resembled the original green alien, she was left in solitary splendor to dry and absorb the sea weedy goodness. Mood music slipped stealthily from concealed speakers while the green glop did its work.
An hour later, the woman shook her awake and directed her to the shower. Feminine chatter hit her the second she opened the door into the huge shower block. In the outer area, large mirrors covered the wall. A line of padded stools stood ready for women to attend to makeup and hair. A vase of pink roses and white gypsophila fragranced the air.
Emma picked her way into the steam-filled shower area. Several women, with varying shades of paste covering their bodies, were waiting for showers.
Time for some questions, Emma thought, remembering Jack’s terse instructions. “Your paste doesn’t smell much better than my seaweed.”
The other woman laughed. “Ah, but I’m a prettier color.”
“That’s debatable.” Emma studied the bright yellow decorating the other woman.
“Oh, look. The
communal shower’s emptying. Let’s grab it. We’ll be waiting for ages for these ones.”
Emma shrugged. Suited her. She grabbed the canvas bag the spa had provided for her clothes and hurried over to the communal shower with her new friend close on her heels. Three other women followed, each of them a different color, and covered head to toe with a similar thick paste.
“I don’t know which of us looks worst.” Emma glanced from woman to woman with a critical eye.
“I hope they don’t have security cameras getting shots of my naked ass,” a dark-haired woman said.
Emma blinked. “Do you think anyone will recognize it in purple?”
They glanced from one to the other then burst into shrieks of laughter.
“Last one to wash off is a rotten egg,” one said.
“You already look like a rotten egg,” Emma quipped.
As one, they made for the shower door with good-natured pushing, breasts and butts jostling amid lots of laughter.
Ten minutes later, they were clean and ready for the next part of their treatments.
“How about we meet up at the bar afterward?” the ex-purple woman suggested.
“Good idea,” Emma said. It would give her a chance to ask questions. “I want to see how we all turn out,” she added with a conspiratorial grin.
“Make it the poolside bar,” another suggested, “and we can watch the sunset.”
Two hours later, Emma walked into the poolside bar. She had no trouble spotting the women. Raising her hand in greeting, she ambled over to the bar and waited for the barman to finish with his current customer.
Her gaze wandered the proximity before settling back on the barman. With his blond surfer-boy looks, he was easy on the eye. His blue resort shirt stretched over muscular shoulders, the tight sleeves highlighting a set of well-developed biceps. Emma frowned.
“Would you like me to suggest a cocktail?” the barman asked in a husky voice. “Can’t have a pretty lady getting frown lines.”
Emma started and gave a self-conscious laugh. “I was miles away. What would you suggest?”
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