Unwrapped: Clear Security's Holiday (Clear Security Holiday Book 2)

by Ainsley St Claire

  Slowly, the rest of the teams return, full of smiles. The winning team agrees as a group to have their prize money donated to the Alzheimer’s Association. One of the more junior members of the team took it hard when his father was diagnosed with early-onset Alzheimer’s this year.

  “Consider it done!” Stella says. “Congratulations. Enjoy the rest of your weekend, happy holidays, and we appreciate everything you do to make Clear Security a great place to work.”

  Chapter 20

  Fiona

  Bash and I stick around for a while, helping Stella’s team pack things up to be transported back to Clear’s offices. As soon we’re mostly finished, Kate and Jim send Stella and Gage home. She’s clearly exhausted.

  “You’re baking a baby. Go home. Rest all weekend and take Monday off,” Jim demands.

  “We only have a few more days before you leave,” Stella argues.

  “We’ll be fine to meet on Tuesday,” Jim says calmly. “It’s not like you don’t run the place already.”

  Jim and Bash load up a company Suburban while Kate and I sit down for a minute. “Tonight was so much fun,” she says. “I hope you enjoyed yourself.”

  I’m exhausted, but I really did. “Without a doubt. We work so closely with the teams here that it’s nice to be included.”

  “It’s funny, I think many of Jim’s clients feel that when they call you, they’re stepping out on him.”

  “That’s silly. We do overlap some, but even Gage and my tech person have realized they have complementary skills. And goodness knows, I’m not interested in building a team much bigger than I have. I need to add some investigators, but I don’t want to do security.”

  Kate moves her chair close, and there’s a sparkle in her eyes. “Before the guys get back, give me the lowdown on Bash. Are you two serious?”

  “I adore Bash, but we really can’t be much more than what we are. My life is too crazy.”

  “Bash is a busy guy. It’s not like he’d be home waiting for you every night.”

  I chuckle at the thought. “No, I don’t see Bash doing that at all. But I’ve yet to meet a man who’s patient enough for me and my drama.”

  “Have you talked to Bash about it?”

  “Right now I’m crashing at his place, and he keeps making plans. But my dad’s sick. Once he passes, the shit will hit the fan. My team knows what to do.”

  We hear the guys returning, and Kate leans in. In a low voice she says, “Talk to him about it. I think you might be surprised.”

  “Are you ready to sleep your Saturday morning away?” Bash asks as he reaches for me.

  I nod and turn to Jim. “Thanks for letting me be his plus-one. This was incredible.”

  “You’re always invited.” Jim smiles. “Have a good Christmas. I expect we’ll see you in Tuscany in March?”

  I shrug. “Maybe. Have a great honeymoon, if I don’t see you.”

  A short time later, Bash and I are settled in the back of a car for the drive to his loft. His arm wraps around me, and I feel comfortable and secure.

  When we get home, he whispers in my ear, “Go lie down on the bed. You’ve had a long week, and I owe you a good massage.”

  I know where a massage could lead, so I’m not going to refuse.

  Stripping down, I pull a large towel from the bathroom and lay it beneath me.

  I turn my head and close my eyes so anything he does will be a complete and utter surprise. For his part, Bash is silent as he prepares, but the sweet scent of lavender with a hint of vanilla reaches me just before he presses his fingers against my back.

  I inhale sharply and tense my muscles in surprise.

  “Easy, Fi. This will make it all better,” he says in a throaty voice.

  I lose track of time as his fingers work, pushing and kneading the knots in my back. I didn’t even know they were there. Bash works his way upward first, to my neck and shoulders, avoiding touching me in any way that could be perceived as sexual. I fight to remember the other times in my life I’ve received a massage. Each was excellent, but nothing compares to Bash’s strength and sensual touch.

  I groan, almost in pain as his fingers press into the small of my back, pushing against the muscles there and forcing them to bend to his will. He smooths down my spine.

  I feel oil drizzling over one leg and then the other, yet it also seems his hands never leave my skin for even a moment. He pushes against my right calf firmly, twisting in different directions and causing me to gasp in surprise. I receive that treatment up and down both legs until at last, I feel his strong hands taking my foot between them and rubbing firmly.

  When I feel the oil hit my back and his hands instantly upon me again, I relax entirely. Bash repeats that long process, no doubt spending another twenty minutes massaging my now useless muscles from head to toe.

  He presses his hand softly on my back again, and I feel his lips against my ear. “Let’s turn over now. That side’s all done.”

  I swallow hard and turn over without a protest, keeping my eyes closed as I lay my head back against the pillow. I know Bash can see my bare breasts now, and that thought alone makes my nipples pebble. I squeeze my thighs together involuntarily. My pussy throbs as I open my eyes and watch him drizzle more oil on my body. He’s trying not to look at my breasts, as if savoring the moment and teasing himself. But he has a very seductive smile as he places his hands on my stomach and starts rubbing me all over again.

  It’s tormenting. I find myself arching my chest up whenever he moves close, but he always avoids touching me in an outright sexual way. I make a point of looking into his eyes whenever he comes close enough, and I always see the same knowing smile. He knows very well what he’s doing to me. And he’s enjoying every minute of it.

  He retreats suddenly to my legs and feet and continues the process there—kneading, twisting, and pushing against my skin. I glance down my body to see him looking into my eyes across not only my breasts but also my mound, and it makes me short of breath.

  When Bash moves back to my stomach, instead of massaging my pussy or sliding his fingers inside me, he simply returns to the same maddening way of rubbing me everywhere but where I crave it most.

  “Bash...” I finally whisper, not able to take much more.

  He smiles down at me and hovers his hands over my breasts for a moment, as if with some mystical magnetism he encourages me to arch toward him. Then, at last, I feel just the tips of his fingers drawing large circles all around my naked flesh. I close my eyes and hold my breath as his fingers trace around the outside of my breasts and then, slowly, ever so slowly, the pattern begins to shrink. It seems to take forever for his fingers to reach the sensitive skin that surrounds my tight nipples. And when he finally does, he uses only his palms to flatten them gently. Gradually, his fingers enclose my nipples until at last, he has them captured firmly between a finger and thumb.

  He squeezes. It’s so sudden, and I’ve been waiting so long for this moment that the simple touch brings me to my pinnacle. My hands fly between my legs as I clamp my thighs tight and my body seems to break into a million pieces.

  Bash’s lips are on top of mine, his mouth working slowly but forcefully over my own. I reach up and pull him in for a deeper kiss. But he pries his lips away from mine, causing me to whimper as I open my eyes and watch him move to the end of the bed to stand between my feet. I wantonly lift one foot and place it on the bed, showing him how wet and ready I am for whatever he has planned.

  And then, just like that, he’s on me.

  Bash buries his face between my legs and lifts my hips into the air so quickly that I’m still catching my breath when the tip of his tongue touches my wet center. I grip the sheets with both hands and lift my head to look down at him. I’m crying out within moments; he has me so worked up after that heavenly massage. I come and I come, and then I come some more, all the while gripping Bash’s head to get that tongue of his deeper inside me.

  After a few minutes, I’m orgasm-dru
nk. He allows me to recover my senses just enough so that when I feel him kissing my thighs and smiling up at me, I can smile back and start breathing again. Without saying a word, Bash stands straight and watches me while he undresses.

  Seeing the last of his clothes fall to the floor, I don’t know where to look or what to go after first. He’s hard and big. All I can say is Yum!

  There’s no more waiting, no more hesitation, no more teasing after that moment. Bash is inside me moments after I spread my legs.

  Oh my God, it’s incredible. We’ve done this many times, but each time I don’t think we can do it any better, Bash breaks through that ceiling and takes me on another ride of pure ecstasy. I can hardly describe the feelings coursing through my body as Bash makes love to me, setting a gentle and steady pace. In and out, back and forth, he slices his way between my swollen lips and makes me cry out in sweet surprise. We stare into each other’s eyes, both of us seeming fully aware that we are making love.

  I pull him down and kiss him, unable to tolerate his intense stare a moment longer. He responds by thrusting into me at a more vigorous pace. Another small orgasm explodes through me, surprising me with its brief intensity. But he doesn’t stop. He keeps working himself in and out, using his length in a way that showcases how big he is.

  When I feel his mouth on the side of my neck, marking me, I gasp and arch against him. Then I come again, my pussy oozing its warmth around him.

  During the crying out and climaxing, I feel Bash’s teeth scraping over my nipple. I pull him close, shoving my breast into his mouth as I grind my hips against him. He sucks for a few moments, and then concentrates on my other nipple. My eyelids flutter, and I feel myself growing delirious from the constant pleasure.

  It feels like the world has turned upside down, but when I can focus, I find my legs thrown over Bash’s shoulders, allowing him to take long, deep strokes inside my pussy. He feels enormous in this position, reaching the depths of my hot flesh. He makes love to me like that for the longest time, almost bending my body in two as he leans forward to cover my mouth with his.

  We kiss and he pushes his entire weight against me, attempting to reach as far inside as he can before pulling away, gasping, and looking down with passion in his eyes. I run my hands over his face and lace them through his hair, shuddering at this man who’s bringing me to the brink yet again. I lower my eyes and see the muscles in his flat stomach and well-defined chest flexing and tensing with every thrust. And then lower still, in that bent-double position, I can see his cock disappearing between my legs repeatedly.

  Bash changes position as his need overtakes him, letting my right leg fall to the bed so I can hook it around his hip while the other holds firmly to his shoulder as he pounds into me. I moan and reach around his back, pulling him closer and kissing him hard. My left leg’s still in the air, pressed against his shoulder, perilously close to slipping off. But Bash doesn’t seem to care. He keeps groaning and offering the occasional gasped comment that I’m incredible and beautiful and all those other things I love to hear.

  I’m absolutely useless by the time he’s finished. He flattens his body against me and releases my leg, his cock jerking and pumping deep inside me, triggering yet another climax for me. I let my arms and legs flop on the bed loosely, too exhausted to move. He kisses me and whispers things that make me almost believe him.

  “Please don’t put an expiration date on this,” he says. “We’re too good together.”

  Our bodies slow to a crawl and finally I simply feel him inside me, still stiff and throbbing, and I fight to look up into his eyes.

  “Fiona,” he groans softly in my ear, his heart pounding against my chest. “You’re everything—more than I ever dreamed of.”

  I smile weakly, too worn out to talk. I kiss Bash instead and squeeze him tight inside me, letting him know I understand. I feel his lips at my ear again, nibbling suggestively. It’s after three, and we drift off to sleep in each other’s arms.

  ***

  The light from the window in the morning is too much and too soon. I pull the duvet over my head to hide and try to get more sleep. I don’t feel the heat of Bash next to me, but the thought barely forms before I fall back to sleep.

  “Good morning, sunshine.” Sometime later, Bash pushes a cup of coffee under the covers, and I smell the divine scent.

  I moan, but I can’t do much more than that. Doesn’t Bash understand that he wore me out? I’ll be lucky if I can go to work on Monday.

  “Come on, Fi. It’s almost noon. You’re missing the day. And it’s not even a bad day.”

  I pull the duvet back, and the cool air hits me. “Why is it so cold?”

  “I keep the thermostat at sixty-seven in the winter.”

  I pull the duvet up to my shoulder and lean against the headboard. He hands me the coffee, and I take a few sips. Outside I can see the neighbor in boy shorts and an athletic bra. I don’t like her one bit. “How long has she been flirting with you this morning?” I ask.

  “Who?”

  I jack my thumb at my scarcely clad friend in the adjacent apartment building.

  Bash laughs. “I hadn’t noticed.”

  “How could you not notice? She might as well be advertising free sex.”

  Bash laughs again. “Because I only have eyes for the Irish siren who gave me two orgasms last night.”

  “Damn. You got robbed. I lost count of mine. You need a better lover. Maybe she’s interested.”

  His fingers explore my exposed skin. “Why would I care when I have everything I ever wanted and more? I told you that.”

  “Things may get interesting after my dad passes.”

  He pulls the duvet down, exposes my nipple, and begins circling. “I can handle it.”

  “It won’t be easy.”

  “I’m meeting with Jim about it on Monday. We have a plan.”

  I’m distracted by what he’s doing. “Shouldn’t…I…be…there…?”

  “Maybe.” Bash leans forward and takes my nipple into his mouth. The neighbor can’t quite see what he’s doing, but I’m sure the look on my face tells her a lot. She turns red and leaves. We make love again, and after my second orgasm, I’m fully awake.

  Reaching for my hand, Bash leads me into the bathroom. “I thought we might do some Christmas shopping today, and tonight I managed to get two tickets to The Nutcracker. Would you like to join me?”

  I look at him, my eyes wide. “Of course. I love The Nutcracker. How did you know?”

  “A little birdie might have told me.”

  “Maureen has a big mouth. But I would love to go.”

  “We have dinner reservations at Quince before the theater.”

  Quince is one of San Francisco’s top Michelin-rated restaurants, and dinner is at least a thousand dollars. “You’re pulling out all the stops.”

  Bash leans in and kisses the top of my head. “I need help getting this spot in the middle of my back…”

  “I’m sure you need help with your third leg, too.”

  He snickers. “I’m not sure my dick can get hard again anytime soon.”

  Chapter 21

  Fiona

  On Monday, I drag myself out of bed, still exhausted. I would say that my relationship with Bash shifted this weekend. I like where we are, but I haven’t protected my heart, which I’ll wish I had once everything comes out. What Bash and I have is somehow both fiery and comfortable, but he doesn’t know my whole story. After he does, he’ll run for the hills.

  It’s barely six thirty, and I’m brushing my teeth when my phone rings.

  “Hello, Damien,” I say through a mouthful of toothpaste.

  “Hey. This morning’s preliminary hearing will be in Judge Abel’s court. He’s expecting us at ten. I’ve not been able to reach Hunter.”

  I spit out the toothpaste and rinse my mouth. “Just a second.” I text Trevor.

  Me: Are you with Hunter?

  Trevor: No, I’m not really the cuddling type.


  I crack a smile.

  Me: He’s not responding to his lawyer. Is he in the apartment?

  Trevor: My bad. He knocked a beer over on his phone when we were playing Fortnite late Saturday. We tried to get a new phone yesterday, but the Apple store was super crowded. He was going to go later today.

  I relay the information to Damien, and he’s relieved.

  Me: Tell him we have to leave for court at nine. I’ll be in the office to meet with him in less than an hour.

  Trevor: Will do. See you soon.

  “Damien, I’ll have him there by ten. Concentrate on the preliminary hearing.”

  “Set his expectations so he knows it’s most likely going to move forward,” Damien says. “But remind him that this is our chance to hear what the prosecution has against him.”

  “I’ll make sure he’s prepared,” I promise.

  Bash walks into the bathroom and looks me over. I’m in a thong and a demi-cup bra. His cock tents beneath his workout shorts. His body is glowing with sweat, and it’s revving my engine. He steps out of his shorts and strokes himself, still watching me in the mirror.

  “I’ll see you in Judge Abel’s courtroom at ten.” I disconnect the call and walk over to Bash. “You’re very bad.”

  “If you’re going to stand there with almost nothing on, what do you expect?”

  I step in close and kiss him softly as I take over stroking him. “I promise to take care of this later tonight.”

  “I can wait,” he says, and he kisses me on the cheek.

  I dress quickly and drink the coffee Bash has made for me, feeling very spoiled.

  Dominic is downstairs waiting for me in a car. When I settle in, he hands me another coffee. I’m stunned. “What have I done to deserve such spoiling? Thanks.”