“No, darling,” he said, getting up and walking around the desk. The look he gave her said she was in very real danger of being ravished in the most rapacious manner possible. “Red is your color, kitten.”
“You told her?” Ian asked, incredulous.
“After what happened last night, yes, I told her.”
Ian’s eyes narrowed. “What happened last night?”
Olivia and Noah quickly filled him in on the break-in and ugly messages left for her.
“Well, that settles it, you’re moving in with us,” Ian said, hands on his hips.
Olivia rolled her eyes. “Yeah, not going happen, Ian, but thanks for the offer.”
A meaningful look passed between the brothers. Ian’s haunted eyes pleaded with his brother to do something to save himself from a fate worse than death. He turned to Olivia. “They killed my wife, Olivia. They’ll kill you too.”
She shook her head. “No they won’t. They have no reason to believe there’s anything more between Noah and I than a casual sexual relationship.”
He gave her a confused look. “So, you’re not going to—”
“I don’t know. It’s a huge commitment, Ian, and it would seem I’m relatively safe until that day arrives, if it arrives.”
Noah took her hand, squeezing it in support. “I don’t want her making a hasty decision about something that will have such profound consequences, Ian. We’re taking things slow.”
“I see,” Ian said. He turned a predatory gaze on Olivia. “I thought you cared about him.”
“I do,” she said, her voice soft and soothing. “I care very much, Ian, but we’ve only known one another a short time. This is not a decision I can make lightly, no matter how much you might wish it of me.”
Ian gave a self-deprecating laugh. “Sorry. I guess I expected it to be love at first sight with you two the way it was for Grace and me.”
Noah put an arm around his brother and walked him to the door. “Go tend to business so I can kiss my woman in private.”
Ian snorted. “Well, don’t take too long. We have a ton of things to do and I need her on the floor.”
* * * *
Noah closed and locked the door, then leaned against it. “So, what are you wearing beneath all that lovely crimson silk, kitten?”
Olivia laughed. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
He folded his arms over his chest, smiling seductively. “Yes, I would. That’s why I asked. Lift your skirt, pet, and let me see.”
“Oooh, feeling bossy tonight.” He narrowed his eyes at the taunt and she laughed softly. She crossed the room to the seating area and placed her foot on the zebra wood table. “Like the stockings?” She lifted her skirt to reveal the sheer, black stocking with the seam up the back. The lacy thigh top peeped out from beneath yards of crimson silk.
“Very nice. More.”
Jesus. The look he gave her ignited an all-too-familiar throb between her legs. Too much more of this and she’d soak her pretty scarlet panties right through. She lifted the skirt the rest of the way to show him a lovely thong of velvet-flocked material with a scalloped front and two tiny jewels in the center.
“Turn around and bend over.”
She took a deep breath, then turned around and bent at the waist. She never heard him cross the room, but his hands were on her, stroking her ass.
“When the club closes tonight, I’m going to bend you over the desk and fuck you.” He eased a finger past the edge of her silky thong and into her dripping pussy. “Think about that while you’re working tonight, kitten. I know I will.” She groaned when he sank deep. “I’d like to eat your pussy right now, but alas, I see on the security monitor that Gabriel has returned with your solution to Ian’s little problem.” He gave her butt a light swat. “Are you going to bid on me tonight?”
She exhaled a shaky breath and straightened. “You bet your ass, I am. And when I win the date with the mysterious Noah Lazarus, I’ll be expecting something terribly grand.”
He laughed. “I promise not to disappoint.”
She gave her hair a toss and swept past him. “See that you don’t.” She smothered a grin, and his laughter followed her out the door.
* * * *
The problem with the catwalk was resolved quickly, and the lights added plenty of sparkle to the room where the auction would take place. “All right, gentlemen, take your places,” she directed the bachelors. “Let’s get this party started!”
The room filled with women of all shapes and sizes, each decked out in her glittering best. Realtors, bank presidents, and CEOs vied with one another for a chance at a date with the cream of New Orleans most eligible men. Olivia stood at the entrance of the room, watching while, one by one, the men were auctioned off for hundreds, sometimes thousands of dollars.
The mistress of ceremonies, a prominent member of society, vividly described each man’s charms. Finally, Ian stepped onto the catwalk, and the crowd went wild. “Here we go, ladies,” the auctioneer cried. “We’ve been saving the Lazarus brothers for last! Meet Ian Lazarus. We’re expecting a good chunk of change for this handsome gentleman. Doesn’t he look wonderful in a tux?” She gestured for Ian to spin around, which he did, raising the back of his jacket and shaking his truly fine ass.
Women started yelling, and the opening bid was five hundred dollars. He strutted to the end of the catwalk, took off his jacket, and slung it over his shoulder, striking a pose. He grinned at Olivia, who gestured for him to let his hair loose. With a sensuous smile, he tugged the black leather tie from his hair and shook his head until it swirled around his shoulders.
“Fifteen hundred dollars!” a familiar voice shouted from the front row.
Olivia cracked up the minute Allie leapt to her feet, waving her checkbook over her head. Bidding continued briskly, but Allie finally won her date with Ian, at the cost of three thousand dollars.
“Sold, for three thousand dollars, to one of New Orleans finest law enforcement officers. Fill out that check, Allie!”
“On my way!” Allie shouted, then grinned up at Ian. “Come on, honey, I’ll buy you a drink.”
Ian vaulted off the stage and slung an arm around Allie’s waist. “Always happy to cooperate with the law, ma’am.”
They sauntered off toward the donations table, and Noah stepped onto the catwalk. Olivia took a deep breath. God, he looked good. He’d gone completely Ralph Lauren Polo, with a pair of black, Carrier Vintage Flight Pants, and a snug, black cashmere sweater. He looked good, and he damn well knew it when he ambled down the runway. His eyes were on her, making promises she knew would leave her gasping and weak-kneed. When he got to the end of the runway, he smiled, and the women lost their minds.
Bastard’s going to cost me more than three thousand bucks, that’s for sure. A horse-faced woman from one of the local casinos immediately bid two thousand dollars. Olivia gritted her teeth and hollered, “Twenty-five hundred!”
The woman glared at her. “Thirty-five!”
Son of a bitch! “Four!”
The woman put her hands on her generous hips. “You work with him every day! Give somebody else a chance!”
Olivia grinned. “Not going to happen, honey. I don’t share what’s mine!” Oh crap! Had she just said that aloud? Judging from the look on Noah’s face, she had.
Horse-face ran the bidding up to fifty-five hundred before giving up, and the auctioneer hollered, “Sold, to the lovely lady in red! Check or plastic, Livie?”
“I’ll get my checkbook,” she hollered back and scurried to Noah’s office to write the check.
Fifty-five hundred dollars. Yeesh. Still, it was a worthy cause and she could afford it. She laughed, thinking about horse face and wondering what Noah would have done if she’d let the casino woman win. She didn’t hear him enter the room until he spoke.
“Contemplating how you’re going to use your newest purchase, pet?” His voice held a note of teasing, but there was the ever-present hint of smoke to it as well.<
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She tore the check from the book and turned, smiling. “Oh, absolutely. Fifty-five hundred dollars is a lot of money. I hope you’re prepared to put out.”
Noah chuckled. “Oh, I’ll put out all right. Never fear, you’ll get your money’s worth.” He crossed the room in a blur, pinning her against the desk. “Care for a demonstration?”
She raised an eyebrow. “Before I’ve paid? Perish the thought.” She reached down and stroked the noticeable bulge pressing against his zipper. “Mmm. Is that a rocket in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”
A growl rumbled from his chest. “You tease a vampire at your peril, pet.” His nostrils flared, and he leaned down and nuzzled her collarbone. “Lovely choker. Hoping it will protect that delicate neck?”
She fisted her hand in his hair and pulled his head back. “Ah, ah, ah,” she scolded. “The only thing long and hard that’s going to penetrate me is this wonderful cock.” She gave him a squeeze, then shoved at his chest. “Now, unhand me, sir. I have to pay for my purchase and get back to work.”
* * * *
Noah chuckled and sat down behind his desk. Lord, his cock was granite hard and aching. What a little tease! She thought she had him under control, did she? Well, she’d find out differently just as soon as the club cleared out. He’d damn well bend her over the desk and have at her, just like he’d promised. He picked up the phone and dialed his pilot. “Captain Andrews, fuel up the jet and file flight plans for Paris. We’ll be leaving soon after the club closes. Call Simonette and let her know we’ll be arriving tomorrow.”
That bit of business concluded, Noah relaxed in his office, waiting for closing time. He hoped Olivia wouldn’t mind the impromptu trip to Paris. He did want her to meet the manager of Club de Flirter and check out the security. Some very high-profile clients belonged to the fantasy club, and he wanted to ensure their safety, as well as their privacy. But more than anything, he wanted to stroll hand in hand with her along the Seine while the City of Lights unfolded before them. One day, he hoped, he would walk the streets of Paris in the sunshine with Olivia at his side.
He had fallen in love with her, and not just because she was destined for him. Many a bonding had taken place without the benefit of love. It was not unheard of for mates to bond, then go their separate ways. That would not be the case with Olivia. Somehow, he would make her love him. He had to, because he was rapidly reaching the point where he could not live without her.
He was still thinking about Paris, and his plans for the future when she entered his office, hours later.
“My, but that’s a pensive expression,” she said. “Problems?”
“Not at all. If you must know, I was planning our date.”
God, but she had a marvelous smile. “Were you? And what do you have up your sleeve?”
He stood up, extending his hand to her. “A surprise, pet. Now, about what we discussed earlier. Did you lock the door behind you?”
Her violet eyes widened. “No, I didn’t.”
He shrugged. “Too bad. I suppose we’ll just have to take our chances that no one will walk in on us.”
Olivia snorted. “Don’t be silly. We’re not going to make love in your office.”
He stalked her across the room. “No, we’re not. We’re going to fuck. Like a couple of rutting animals. I’ve been thinking of you wearing nothing but those pretty panties and your stockings, all night long. Now, will you remove that lovely dress, or shall I do it for you?”
She licked her lips, backing away. It turned her on, having him stalk her this way. He was behind her in the twinkling of an eye, dragging her against him and locking the door. Her strength was insignificant compared to his, and he took full advantage of the fact. He quickly worked loose the buttons at her waist. Her dress gaped open and slid down her arms, allowing her breasts to sway free.
He tugged it down and tossed it aside. Filling his hands with her breasts, he propelled her forward and pinned her to the desk. “Very nice, indeed, pet. You have marvelous breasts.” He pushed her hair aside and nibbled at her neck, then he molded his hands to her breasts and pinched the nipples.
Her ineffectual struggles only served to enhance his arousal, likely what she intended considering how her ass wriggled so invitingly against his swollen cock. “Go ahead, kitten,” he rasped in her ear. “Fight me. I love it when you go all feisty on me.”
“Bastard,” she gasped, shoving her ass more tightly against him. But her voice was thick with desire, shaking with lust.
He let go of her breasts and pressed her torso to the polished surface of the desk. Using one hand, freed his cock from the confines of his pants. He stroked her ass, then grabbed the string of her thong and gave it a yank. “Now, there’s a sight for sore eyes—your bare ass tipped up, waiting for me to spread those luscious cheeks and fuck that tight pussy.” He tossed her ruined panties aside and kneed her legs apart. “Ready to fuck, pet?”
She moaned. “God, yes.”
“Good.” He shoved deep, groaning when her tight heat enveloped his cock.
“Oooh! Oh, God, Noah!”
He pressed one hand against the small of her back and slammed his hips against her ass, fucking her hard and deep. This was what he’d been waiting for, the feel of her pussy clamped tight around his cock, flooding him with liquid heat while he drove into her from behind.
He lunged, spearing her with his cock. She tried to shift her body, to shove herself against him in an attempt to take him deeper. So, she wanted it deeper, did she? He’d give her deeper. Grasping her leg, he raised it high, resting it on the desk. With a flick of his hips, he drove deeper, impaling her with the hard length of his cock.
She was keening now. “Yes! Ah, God, fuck me! Oh, God, I’m going come!”
“Yes, you are,” he growled. “You’re going to come hard, pet.” He increased his pace, pounding into her balls deep.. “Come for me, Olivia. I want to hear you scream my name.”
She jerked with pleasure at the brush of his thumb across the ring of her anus. He felt his fangs elongate and fought the urge to drink from her. He stroked the delicate opening of her anus and felt her shudder, then press against his thumb. “You like that, hm?” He swiped at her juices.“Well, let’s give you some.” He shoved his thumb deep, and she screamed, her pussy clenching when she came.
“Oh God! Noah!” She cried his name over and over. He continued to pound into her, reaching for his own release. She came twice more, squeezing him in her velvety clutch, and moments later, his voice joined hers as he drove into her one final time, burying himself deep. He could only gasp when his cock leapt, spurting semen that would one day fill her womb with his child.
Spent, he groaned and allowed himself the luxury of curving his body over hers. If sex with her was this intense, how much better would it be when they were bonded? He sighed and kissed the back of her neck. “I love you, Olivia.”
Chapter Seven
“Where are you taking me?” Olivia asked, peering out the window of the limo.
“On a date.”
“Noah, it’s nearly daylight,” she reminded him. “Don’t you need to sleep?”
The limo turned into the airport and made its way to Noah’s private hanger. The chauffer exited and hurried to open their door.
Olivia gave Noah an astonished look. “We’re flying somewhere? I don’t have any clothes with me!”
He handed her out of the car and guided her onto the tarmac. “I’ll buy you everything you need.”
“But—”
“Just get on the plane, Olivia.”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake! Why won’t you tell me where we’re going?”
He nudged her up the stairs. “Ever heard of the concept of a surprise, kitten?”
She gave him an exasperated sigh, hurried ahead of him and took a seat, glaring when he chuckled at her impatience. “Did I mention I’m not a big fan of surprises?”
“Just relax, Olivia. We’ll have a drink as soon as we ta
ke off, and then we can rest. We’ll be in Paris by sunset.”
She smiled sheepishly. “I’m sorry to be such a grouch. I’m not unappreciative, really. It’s just that surprises in my line of work are never a good thing. I have to remember I’m not with the service any more.”
He reached over and squeezed her hand. “I understand.” He gave her an appraising look. “Paris is all right, isn’t it? I mean, I assume you’ve been there a number of times, so maybe it’s too mundane for a world weary traveler such as yourself.”
Olivia snorted. “Please, I’ve been to Paris a dozen times but never with you. It’ll be a joy to poke around in all those fascinating corners I’ve never seen before.”
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