Love Undercover_A Romance Compilation

by Amy Brent

  “My sister and I freaked out. When my sister finally handed the cashier one shaking quarter, she kindly sorted out one gummy bear and gave us back the quarter too. She asked where our parents were, and when we told her we were lost, she got her manager in on it. While my sister and I sat in their office, happily splitting the gummy bear, the staff somehow got in touch with our parents. Half an hour later, we were reunited.

  “But I have to tell you, nothing tasted as good as that slightly stale cherry gummy bear. Seriously, maybe it’s that day and how the gummy bear inadvertently got me and my family back together, but ever since that day, something happens to me when I eat gummy bears.”

  As I finished my story, Eric was smiling but not laughing.

  “So, you’re close with your family?” he asked easily.

  I gave a noncommittal sort of head shake.

  “Kinda,” I told him. “My parents and I are still really close. I call them once a week. My sister, well—” I paused, trying to search for the right words. The best lie was a lie that was just a twisting of the truth, not making up some unlikely make-believe story.

  “She doesn’t agree with my choice of profession,” I said truthfully.

  Eric smiled with slight amusement.

  “So you’ve told your family that you’re—”

  “I’m not an escort,” I snapped with more force than intended.

  Raising his brows and his hands in a gesture of a white flag, Eric said, “Sorry. I just assumed—”

  An embarrassed flush burning my cheeks, I met his eyes evenly.

  “Yeah, well, this is kind of a new thing for me.”

  Now that the half-truth was out there, I was worried. Eric had said it himself, after all. He was paying top dollar, so what if he wanted an escort who was as experienced as he was?

  “Good,” he said, smiling with relief. “So am I actually. You’re my first mistress. Besides, the few escorts I’ve encountered—often on dates during their off time—are the worst fakers imaginable in bed.”

  “Really?” I asked, surprised.

  “Yeah,” he said, nodding. “Maybe it’s because by that point they’re just all fucked out. You know, not really in the mood for doing what they do for work on their time off, too.”

  I nodded without saying anything. The thought seemed poignantly sad, and yet, how different was I than them right now?

  Squaring my shoulders, I scraped the thought away. I wasn’t doing this for money. Any money I earned would go to the sergeant. No, I was doing this for the good of the agency, to catch a criminal and stop him from committing further crimes. The two weren’t even in the same ballpark.

  “Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, hey hey-ey, goodbye.”

  It took me a minute to realize that the song playing was coming from Eric’s phone.

  “Excuse me,” he said, putting the phone to his ear and standing up. “I have to take this.”

  On his way out, I saw him exchange a few words with our waitress.

  She whizzed over with a cup of water.

  “Here you go,” she said in a snarky tone.

  I thanked her in an extra-kind tone. Poor woman. If she knew who Eric Black really was, she wouldn’t be jealous of me at all.

  A few minutes passed, then the waitress came back, armed with a small black bowl.

  “We didn’t order anything,” I told her.

  She shrugged and pursed her pouty lips.

  “Mr. Black told me to bring this.”

  In front of me, she set down a bowl of red gummy bears.

  “But how did he—”

  It was too late. The waitress had taken off, and I was left staring at the unlikely item before me. What were the chances that the restaurant carried gummy bears? And how did Mr. Black get service like that? Is that what it was like being an insanely famous billionaire?

  “Sorry about that,” Eric said, hovering behind me. I jumped.

  “Whoa there,” Eric said, laughing as he squeezed my shoulder. “It’s just me. You look like you’ve seen a tarantula or something.”

  I stared at him, still unsure how he had managed to get behind me without me hearing him. Had I really been so distracted by the sight of the gummy bears that I hadn’t even noticed him walking up?

  “I hate to do this,” he said, “but I have to continue this call, and it’s not going to be short. Would you be opposed to discussing more about the arrangement at my place tomorrow? I really am sorry for this, but it can’t be helped.”

  “No, of course. It’s fine, really,” I said.

  “Great,” he said, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’ll send you my address later. I dealt with the bill and the waitress already, so you can stay as long as you wish. Thanks for a great time, Kathryn.”

  It was only as he was walking away that I realized I hadn’t found out how he’d gotten the bowl of gummy bears. My mind still hazy, I lifted a trembling hand to my cheek. My whole body felt strange and tingly, as if I’d been asleep up until now. If just a kiss on the cheek produced this reaction in me, what would his body within mine do?

  Chapter 2

  Eric

  Was she it?

  As I tended the frying pan of salmon searing with maple syrup, my dick perked up at the thought. Even the sight of her last night, before she had said a word, had gotten me excited. The way her thick hips had swayed as she walked. Then the dark hair and eyes, and those pink curved lips that suggested something confident and yet naughty. Could she really be it?

  I opened the oven to check on the roasting garlic potatoes. There was no point in getting my hopes up yet. If anyone should know that the most promising specimens often turned out to be letdowns, it was me. Take my latest one-night stand for instance. When I’d picked her up in a bar, Chancery, the petite little blonde, had practically moaned when I’d clasped my hand around her wrist too hard. But in bed? She had starfished. She’d thought it was enough to lie there and wiggle around while I did my thing. Even just biting her lip had sent her recoiling in surprise. No, most women said they liked sex rough, but they didn’t really.

  The melody of the doorbell spilled into the kitchen, and I rushed to the door. Opening it, I became speechless. There she was, basically sex on two legs.

  Kathryn was wearing what I guessed you could call a dress. Really, it was just an extended shirt, just long and short enough to obscure her straining-to-escape curves. But if she bent down too much…

  “That’s some melody of a doorbell you have there,” Kathryn said with a nervous giggle.

  Clearly, she had noticed me ogling her like a juicy prime rib.

  “Yep. Chose it myself,” I said proudly. “You look stunning by the way.”

  “Thanks,” she said, tucking a glossy brown strand of hair behind her ear.

  The movement sent those beautiful mounds jiggling slightly, and I resisted the urge to let out a low groan. What did those glories look like without clothes?

  I’d always loved curvy girls, the way their flesh seemed to expand when you took off their clothes, as if it were finally able to breathe. Everything about them was so wonderfully womanly. My dick was already semi-hard at just the thought of Kathryn in my bed. I turned away.

  “Dinner is almost ready,” I told her. “Feel free to wait in the dining room, or just hang out with me.”

  “Okay,” Kathryn said, following behind me.

  I checked on the sizzling salmon and potatoes while Kathryn lingered nervously behind me.

  “Good news,” I told her. “They’re ready.”

  It didn’t take long for me to set out the food, although I nearly walked into a wall with the plates while looking at Kathryn.

  “Sorry,” I said with a little laugh. “It’s just—that dress, where did you find it?”

  “Online,” Kathryn said vaguely.

  Online at a sex store? I didn’t voice the thought, though. Really, all that mattered was how she performed without that dress on.

  As we got busy eating, I cou
ldn’t keep my mind off the event at hand.

  “So, about limits,” I said, “do you have any? If so, what are they?”

  As she lifted a roasted potato on her fork to her mouth, Kathryn eyed me uneasily.

  “Nothing too…painful,” she said. “I mean, we can try slapping and spanking and stuff, and even hair pulling, but yeah.”

  I rolled around a potato chunk in my mouth.

  “That all sounds good to me. How about after dinner I show you what I’ve got?”

  Seeing the sexy yet hesitant way she bit her lip, I clarified “The bedroom, I mean.”

  Smiling, she nodded. “That sounds good to me.”

  Never had I inhaled a meal so fast. The deliciousness of the salmon and potatoes was basically obliterated as I gulped down as much as my mouth and throat could hold. Right then, I was hungry for something else.

  A few minutes later, it was finally time. After I cleared our dishes, Kathryn followed me down the long hallway leading to my bedroom. She stayed mostly quiet, although I could tell my ornate bronze horse sculptures impressed her. I smiled to myself. Just wait until she saw the bedroom.

  Once we got inside, she let out a low gasp.

  “Nice, isn’t it?” I said easily.

  I took a minute to admire my own room. The result of months of planning, then months of re-modelling, this boudoir-esque chamber was my favorite place in the whole house. It had slick black velvet floors and walls, wine-colored tasseled curtains, and a striking old-style chandelier shimmering on the ceiling. And then, standing tall in the middle of the room, was the masterpiece of the bed. The king-size monster had satin sheets of deep red that were even silkier to the touch than they looked.

  “These are some of my favorite toys,” I said casually as I approached the bed, gesturing to what I’d laid out on it in a row. I’d arranged a pair of plain silver handcuffs, a black leather flog, and a matching whip.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I studied Kathryn’s expression. Her eyes were saucers, her lips parted. There was no doubt she was a little bit afraid—and a lot turned on.

  “Want to test some of them out?” I asked, locking one of the handcuffs on her wrist before she could answer.

  Kathryn’s dark-lidded eyes took in her new wrist accessory, and a cheeky smile curled on her lips. She yanked it and the other cuff out of my grasp.

  “What if I don’t want to be handcuffed right now?” she asked in a low voice.

  I grabbed the hanging handcuff and yanked her to me so that I could feel her quivering flesh against my chest.

  “Well then, that’s just too bad, darling.”

  Before she could respond, I plastered my lips to hers. Her soft lips gave in to mine easily. Her whole body sank into me, into the kiss. Invigorating desire raced through me. As my hands slid all the way down her front, my tongue parted the seam of her lips. Her tongue eagerly twined with mine, teasing, flicking, and escaping it.

  I tightened my grip on the handcuff and lifted her cuffed hand to my lips.

  Running my thumb over her lips, I said, “Don’t forget who’s holding the handcuffs.”

  As I lingered my thumb there, her lips wrapped around it feverishly, continuing the kiss. With a long, slow, tongue-swirling suck, she kissed my finger all the way down to the base.

  An electric current of desire lit my dick. If she could do that just to my finger, then what could she do to my cock?

  As our kisses deepened, I couldn’t get that tempting thought out of my head. My hands swirled over her dress to her full chest. One squeeze and our kisses picked up. Now she was the one deliriously sucking on my top lip, nibbling on the lower.

  When my hand slid down, clasping the satin fabric with it, I broke away to fully savor the beautiful sight of her bare breasts. Two massive mounds of pure milky-white goodness. Kathryn’s breasts were the kind men wrote stories about, the kind wars were fought over. I could almost come just at the sight of them. It suddenly occurred to me that these beautiful white breasts would look even better spattered with my own white juice.

  Before I even let myself enjoy them fully, my hands latched into Kathryn’s hair. I was just about ready to burst, I was so horny.

  Kathryn let herself be guided to a kneeling position easily. With one hand, I patted her head, while with the other I undid my pants. My stiff dick was throbbing with excited anticipation.

  When it was finally free, I patted Kathryn on the head once more.

  “You know what to do.”

  And oh, did she ever!

  Kathryn started out with licks, flat-tongue spiraling laps that engulfed me completely until my dick was totally wet and harder than ever. Then she moved on to my balls, sucking in a slow, leisurely rhythm. Back and forth she slowly swayed her head. It sent impatient spurts of pleasure down my legs. When was she going to actually suck my excruciatingly hard dick?

  Finally, I firmly grasped her hair and yanked her to where I wanted her—over my dick. Kathryn responded obediently. In one big gulp, she took my dick down, all the way to the base until the head was mashing against the back of her throat. Ah, fuck yes.

  My fingers tightened in her hair, and Kathryn repeated the motion: one long, slow, nerve-exploding suck all the way down. Her hand cupped my balls. Her other hand clasped the base of my dick, jerking it up as she focused all her oral love on the head. She sucked and slid her tongue around it in a wonderful figure-eight formation. Lick, flick, suck. Lick, flick, suck harder.

  My whole body shook. When Kathryn peeled my dick out of her mouth and rubbed its smooth hardness all over her mouth and cheeks, I could see that she was panting with pleasure too.

  I shoved her face back onto my boner. She slurped it down even further, swallowing it partway down her throat. Deep-throating at its finest. My dick twitched with arousal. I was almost there.

  Opening my eyes, I really took in the scene, took a mental snapshot of the insanely hot sight before me: Kathryn on her knees, her full bare chest dipped, her mouth adoringly locked around my dick.

  It seemed my cock had subconsciously conveyed to her just how much it needed her to finish what she’d started. When Kathryn slid her mouth back up my shaft, she started sucking it with the most vigor yet. With her hand pumping in exact time with her mouth sucking my supersensitive head, her tongue lapping against my frenulum, it was all I could do to stop my legs from shaking so hard they hit her.

  Oh fuck, did this woman know what she was doing. Around and around her tongue went, until my vision was blurred with the sensation. The sound of her eager slurps and the sight of her sexily bowed form all blurred into one pounding tempo, this on and on and on and on.

  When Kathryn suddenly whipped my dick out of her lips, slapped herself on the cheek with it, and then threw her face on me and began throat-fucking herself, I came.

  Jubilant groans leaked out of me. My dick shot hot spurt after happy spurt into her expert little throat. Afterward, she slid me out of her mouth unwillingly.

  I gave her a thankful kiss on the top of her head.

  “That was a pleasant surprise,” I admitted to her.

  It took a minute for Kathryn’s gaze to slide to me, a hazy smile on her face. She looked dazed, as if the pure sensation of our encounter had smacked all thought out of her.

  As she dabbed at my dick with a Kleenex, I yanked up the bottom of her dress.

  “I’m not finished with you yet,” I growled, peeling down her lacy thong and throwing myself in between her legs.

  Her pussy was wonderfully wet already. Clearly, sucking me off was something of a turn-on for her as well. As my finger dipped into her slick pussy, my tongue got to work on her clit. It was swollen as fuck, and even at my first lick, she moaned.

  I rammed my finger into her rapidly, enjoying the look of utter helplessness on her face.

  “Yeah,” I growled at her. “You’re just a dirty little freak, aren’t you?”

  Her whole body responded with a shiver of delirious want.

  Retu
rning my mouth to her clit, I kissed and swirled my tongue around it in time to my rapid finger thrusts. Already, Kathryn was shaking. Her whole body was overwhelmed by my eating her out. But was she really at the edge like she seemed?

  Turning my finger into a jackhammer, I flung it in and out as fast as I could. Simultaneously, I sucked, licked, and slurped her clit with everything I had.

  Kathryn’s body twisted and thrashed with abandonment. Her moans joined into one harried cry. With my other hand, I squeezed her breast tight. She came with one great explosion of shaking and the loudest scream yet. As I drew away, the shaking gently abated to a trembling and then the odd twitch.

  I stroked Kathryn’s hair until she came to. She aimed a shocked gaze at me, as if I had just discovered the light bulb.

  “That was singular,” she said.

  I patted her head affectionately, then kissed her cheek.

  “You see? We’re going to get along just fine, Kathryn.”

  She was still twitching every so often from her orgasm when I snapped the end of the handcuff around her hand again.

  “We haven’t really gotten much use of the toys,” I said easily by way of explanation.

  But as I snapped the other end of the handcuff around the bed’s post and looked down at her sexy-as-fuck, half-naked form, I knew I was just bullshitting. Really, now that I’d had a taste of Kathryn, I was hungry for much, much more. More than that, the sight of how easily she came had made me hard again, too.

  Our lips found each other once again. I stripped off the rest of her dress and flung it onto the floor. Then I threw my face in between her breasts.

  It was like being suffocated by the softest pillows imaginable. I slid my face along to her taut nipple and lobbed my mouth over Kathryn’s chest with pleasure. I sucked it eagerly, my tongue swirling around the firm nub. My other hand delighted in the other breast, massaging and kneading the generous flesh.

  Then I pulled myself away, slightly out of reach. Her eyes gently fluttered open. I gave her a smacking kiss, then pulled away, just out of reach.

  Frustration was cast on Kathryn’s features. She jerked her body forward only to find that it couldn’t go any farther. She was handcuffed to the bedpost after all.