by B. L. Wilde
The moment he closed my front door I pounced on him, groaning into his mouth as I pushed him into my kitchen counter.
“Slow down, Beautiful,” he murmured against my lips. I had no intention of listening to him, though.
“What if I don’t want to slow down?” I whispered, moving to unbutton his jeans. “What if I’ve been dying to do something to you, but haven’t had the courage until now?” Unhindered by the button, Oliver’s jeans fell to the floor.
“Holy shit, Jade,” he groaned as I slid my hand into his boxers.
“You’ve given me so much pleasure. Why don’t you let me lead tonight?” I licked my lips as I felt his member grow even harder in my hand.
“Jade, this isn’t you,” he smiled sadly. “You’ll regret this in the morning. I’m not going to take advantage of you when you’re drunk.”
“I’m not that drunk,” I pouted before smiling seductively as I began to rub his erection up and down with my hand.
“Sweetheart…ugh…stop.” Oliver tried to pull my hand out of his boxers, but as I brushed it over the tip of his dick, he threw his head back in pleasure.
“I haven’t even started yet,” I whispered into his ear, biting down on his earlobe before I dropped to my knees. I pulled his boxers down so I was face-to-face with his impressive length.
“Jade, get up off your knees. I…I can’t…let you…oh fuck!” I didn’t give Oliver a chance to finish. After licking the precum off the tip of his dick, I took him all the way into my mouth and sucked hard. I didn’t waste time teasing him like I really wanted to, though. Instead, I used my teeth to graze his length as I took him deeper into the back of my throat.
Oliver’s hands tangled with my hair, his groans and hip thrusts inside my mouth only spurring me on more. I continued to use my teeth and tongue as I slid his hard cock in and out of my mouth. When I felt him begin to pulse, I moved my hands to cup his balls. Within seconds, he came hot and fast down my throat.
I wiped my lips as I looked up at him. “Did you enjoy that?”
“Jesus…fucking…Christ!” He seemed lost for words, and that wasn’t even the best blowjob I could give.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” I giggled, standing up while making sure I wobbled a little.
Oliver was gloriously naked in my kitchen, but I needed to get him to my bed—that was when the fun could really begin.
“Jade…I…I…” He was still speechless as his breathing began to regulate, so I took his hand with a sly smile and led him to my room. “Is this what you keep fighting?” he asked once we were standing next to my bed.
“Maybe,” I giggled, pushing him down on the mattress. “Don’t move. You can watch me strip,” I hiccupped.
Oliver studied me closely as I slowly removed my dress. I giggled, going way over the top with the stripper poses while humming a sexy tune as I removed my underwear.
“God, you’re stunning,” he moaned when I crawled up his body, letting my long blonde hair tickle his chest.
“Mm…stunning,” I grinned, licking his chest before sucking on his left nipple. “How about sexy?”
“Definitely sexy,” Oliver exhaled as I dragged my wet sex over his erection.
“I want to make you feel as good as you’ve made me feel,” I purred, straddling him.
“Damn, Jade…you’re doing that already, believe me.” Oh no, Oliver. I can do much better than this.
As I stretched over his chest to grab a condom from my dresser, Oliver’s hands glided down my back to cup my ass.
“Are you sure about this, Sweetheart? You’ve had a lot to drink.” He searched my eyes as I sat back up on him.
A wicked smile spread across my face as I ripped the condom open and rolled it over his length. “Does that answer your question?”
He groaned as I sank down onto his erection. “I hope you remember all of this in the morning.” Oh, I will, Oliver. I will.
“Are you ready to be well and truly fucked?” I purred, rolling my hips against him.
His head fell back into the soft, plush pillows in response.
I have you right where I want you, Oliver Kirkham. Let the fucking commence.
Chapter Seven
I stretched in bed the next morning only to find it empty. That wasn’t a good sign. If Oliver had left, I would be in big trouble. Did I go too far last night? I may have gotten a little carried away, but I knew he thought I was drunk. If he was still here, I would hopefully be able to blame it all on the alcohol.
I quickly pulled on a shirt and some sweats before going in search of him. When my eyes caught sight of him in my kitchen, I sighed in relief. What was he doing? Making breakfast?
“Good morning,” he grinned, turning to face me. “How’s the head?”
“Painful,” I lied, moving to get some painkillers from the cabinet above the sink. Oliver had already poured me a glass of cold water from the fridge by the time I turned back around. Sitting on the stool, I winced as I took the pills and water.
“Do you remember much from last night?” he questioned, turning back to the stove. Damn, he could cook and looked sexy doing it. That might’ve had something to do with the fact that he didn’t have a shirt on, though.
“I don’t remember much after the bar,” I lied, yawning.
“You don’t remember anything that happened back here?” It looked like he was making me an omelet, and I was so hungry my mouth was watering.
“Um…” I blushed, looking down at the marble countertop in front of me. “I remember bits and pieces. I um…remember what I did to you in here.”
“You were like another woman last night, Jade. The alcohol…I have no idea what it did to you, but I don’t think I’ve cum that hard—ever—and that was before you even got me into your bed.” Yeah, I already knew I was that good. I was a Seductor, after all.
“Really?” I gasped, looking up at him with wide eyes. “I don’t know what came over me. I hardly ever drink.”
“You definitely let go last night,” Oliver whispered, standing over me. “And it was an amazing sight to behold.” I grinned as he leaned down to peck my lips. “How about a little breakfast? You really need to try and eat something to soak up all that alcohol in your system.”
“I could try. It smells amazing.”
“Omelets are about the only thing I can cook,” he chuckled, going back to the stove to dish up. I still found it sexy, and I happened to love omelets. “I made some fresh coffee, too. I’ll pour you a cup. Why don’t you go and sit on the balcony and I’ll bring this out to you in a minute.”
“You’re my guest. Shouldn’t I be doing all this?”
“I didn’t drink my body weight in alcohol last night,” Oliver winked. That was a slight exaggeration, but it made me snigger. “No alcohol for you today.”
“I agree,” I muttered, getting up to wander outside.
Oliver walked out with a tray moments later. “What are our plans for today, seeing as this is our last full day together?”
“I thought I’d take you to that local artist’s workshop I was telling you about,” I mumbled through a mouthful of omelet.
“Do you mean the one that paints the marina?” I nodded. “Slow down, Jade. You’ll get indigestion to go with that hangover if you’re not careful,” he laughed, watching me eat.
“I’m really hungry.”
“I can’t imagine why. Maybe it’s all that mind blowing sex we had last night,” Oliver purred, his voice low and husky. It made me choke on my last mouthful. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that,” he rebuffed, looking a little embarrassed. “I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you last night, either. It was wrong of me to let you get that carried away.”
“It sounds like I was the one doing all the taking last night. Don’t worry about it,” I stated, looking out toward the sea. “Why don’t we finish breakfast and then head out to explore the town? I still have a lot to show you.”
“That sounds like a plan,” he grinned
.
I showered and dressed an hour later. Oliver looked heavenly in his faded ripped jeans and pale blue shirt as he stood waiting for me to finish getting ready.
“You still look beautiful—even with a hangover,” he teased, pecking my lips.
“I’m feeling much better after taking a shower.”
“Mm…you have no idea how hard it was for me not to join you,” he winked, running his hands down my back, “but I thought we might need a few hours off from that.”
“Just a few?”
“I leave in the morning, Jade, and I plan on having you at least another two times before I go. I’m not sure when I’ll see you again, after all.” Oliver really was sex crazed.
“Well, we better get the sightseeing over with then, huh?”
“I think it might be wise.” I wasn’t sure if he was being serious right then or not, but I didn’t question it.
We took the elevator down to the private garage to get my car.
“A Mercedes Benz E Class Convertible—I should have guessed,” Oliver mused as I walked to the driver’s side. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Um…I’m driving us around. Why do you think I brought you down here?”
“You’re not driving anywhere. You’re still under the influence.” Like hell I was. Nobody drove my baby but me!
“I’ll be fine,” I pouted, moving to open the door.
“Jade,” Oliver threatened. Damn it! I huffed, throwing him the keys. “Good girl,” he chuckled, kissing me when we passed each other as we were changing sides.
When we were both seated I asked, “Do you even know how to drive? I can’t imagine you drive yourself that much.”
“I can drive, Jade. You’re safe,” he laughed, putting his sunglasses on. Sexy didn’t even begin to cover how good he looked.
He turned the engine over, reminding me how loud my music had been the last time I’d driven. When We Were Young by The Killers was blasting out of the speakers.
“Sorry,” I giggled, quickly turning it down.
“The Killers, huh?” Oliver mused, resting his arm on my seat while he looked behind us to back out.
“They’re legends.” That was the truth; I loved The Killers. Well, I loved most rock music, to be honest.
“I have to agree. You have great taste in music. I saw all your classic rock CDs back at your apartment, too.” He reached his hand out, turning the volume back up. My jaw went slack as I sat there listening to him sing along to the song. What a liar! He wasn’t tone deaf—his voice was actually pretty good.
Why did I see a hidden meaning when Oliver started to sing the part about ‘sitting waiting for some beautiful boy to save you from your old ways’? Deep down, did I want to be saved? It wouldn’t matter if I did. Even if I was falling for Oliver and wanted him to save me, there wasn’t anything I could do about it. If he knew the real me, he wouldn’t want me anyway. “Sing with me, Jade. I’m not doing this solo,” Oliver yelled over the music, snapping me from my thoughts. I laughed but quickly joined in.
I felt so carefree, cruising down the highway with the wind in my hair, singing along to a song that suddenly had so much more meaning than it used to.
“Your car drives really well,” he stated once we were parked. “And I love the color. It matches your eyes.”
“Thanks.” We were heading to my ‘office’ first because Sonia had instructions for me on a case I needed to do with Molly in Rome next week.
“Did you want to come up?” I asked as I stood outside the building.
“Only if you want me to.” I could tell by the look on his face that he was intrigued to see where I worked. Plus, it would only strengthen my cover.
“Honestly, Oliver, if you want to come up that’s fine. My boss is out of the country. It’s only Molly in the office today.”
“Who’s Molly?” he asked, following me inside.
“The receptionist and my boss’ personal assistant,” I called over my shoulder.
The office was on the third floor so we opted to use the elevator. I was secretly glad because, if I was being honest, I was a little sore from our activities.
Molly was behind her desk when we arrived, and I had to fight back a giggle. She’d dyed her hair a deep red and was wearing thick black glasses. Oh, Molly was the master of disguise. She was so funny.
“Good morning, Miss Gibbs. How are you enjoying your time off?” She greeted me with a friendly smile before her eyes moved to Oliver, and they almost bulged out of her head as she took him in.
“I’m having a wonderful break, thank you,” I smirked, winking at her when she looked back at me. “This is Oliver, a friend of mine who is staying with me for a few days. Oliver, this is Molly.”
“Lovely to meet you, Oliver,” she said a little breathlessly.
“And you, Molly,” he replied, darting his eyes over to me.
“I’ll get Molly to make you some coffee. You can take a seat in here, if you’d like. I’m just going to check my emails in my office—I’ll be right back.” I smiled at Oliver before leaving Molly to ask him how he took his coffee.
“Holy shit!” She walked into my fake office minutes later. “That’s your target? Jesus, Jade! Just looking at him would give me an orgasm. You lucky bitch! You wait until I tell Georgie when she gets back this week.”
“Well hello, Molly. It’s nice to see you, too,” I sniggered. Georgie was on her way home—thank God!
“Sorry,” she laughed, taking her glasses off. “How’s it all going?”
“Good. Did Sonia give you the flight details for Rome?”
“Yep.” Molly placed a file on the desk. “Did you get the mission email, too? It looks like an easy steal, but the target likes to pick his prostitutes in pairs.” Great! I hated playing a prostitute.
“What are we going after?”
“It’s a slander campaign. We need pictures.” Oh, my favorite kind of mission. NOT! “I know you hate missions like this, Jade, but we do them so well together.”
“Who is the target—another politician?” I yawned.
“Yeah,” Molly muttered. “We leave Sunday morning. Shall I meet you at headquarters or the airport?”
“Headquarters. I need to pick up some clothes and report back to Sonia on the status of this mission. It means I can see Georgie, too, before we go.”
“Is this guy rich?”
“You know you shouldn’t be prying, Molly,” I tutted.
“Everyone is talking about how huge this mission is back at headquarters, so I can’t help it. It must be so exciting. I can’t wait to get targets like him.” She had a ways to go before Sonia trusted her with the top targets. That was something that was earned through hard work and proven loyalty.
I picked up the paper with flight details for Rome and placed it in my bag. It was safe—it only had my contact name and my boarding pass. Molly would keep all the mission related information back at headquarters until we needed it.
“You never did say if this Oliver guy is any good in bed.” There was a reason for that, but I wasn’t going to get into it right then. “He looks like the kind of guy that knows what he’s doing.”
“Just try and keep your jaw closed when you say goodbye to him. I think I saw you drool a little when we arrived,” I teased, nudging her.
“Bitch,” she muttered under her breath as we walked back into the reception area.
Oliver was just sitting there waiting for me. “Did you get everything sorted?” he grinned, standing up.
“Yeah,” I beamed, looking at Molly, who was still gawking at him. For a Seductor, she had a lot to learn. “We can go now.”
“Nice meeting you, Molly,” Oliver called back as we turned to leave, and I swear I heard her mutter something like, ‘Please come back soon.’
“What?” Oliver asked as I shook my head while getting into my car.
“What the hell did you do to the receptionist?” I giggled. “I’ve never seen Molly that excited befor
e.”
“I have no idea what you mean,” he snorted, pulling back onto the highway as we made our way to the marina.
“Jerry has an amazing use of tone,” I whispered into Oliver’s ear while we stood studying the paintings. We were visiting the local artist’s studio I’d told him about earlier. “His pieces are quite bold, too, so they might not be what you’re looking for.”
“No, they’re amazing—very moving,” he muttered, still lost in the painting. “I can’t decide whether to take that canvas or the large one you showed me in the back.” Wow, he wasn’t joking about liking the pieces. “You really do have an eye art for, Jade. Taking away the fact that I can’t keep my hands off you, I would still really like you to take a look at my properties and help me redesign my office in New York.” Oliver’s office was in New York, and I couldn’t help but wonder if that was where he kept his hard drive.
“Redesign your entire office?”
“You’ve obviously studied interior design and spent a lot of time on it to be where you are. Besides, I love the idea of sitting in an office you’ve designed. It might make it easier for me when we’re apart,” he teased, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“That’s a huge job, Oliver,” I pointed out.
“Mm…would it mean a lot of meetings?”
“Yes,” I laughed, hitting his chest. “But honestly, there are better Interior Designers than me. I can help you with your art pieces, though—that isn’t an issue.”
“No,” Oliver replied sternly. “I want you and no one else.” I wasn’t sure he was talking about my interior design skills anymore, judging by the intensity of his gaze.
“I’ll have to check my schedule and make some space to visit you in New York, then,” I sighed, looking back at the painting. “If you like both paintings, why don’t you buy them both? I could use them as the color scheme for your new office.” He didn’t need much convincing, and within the hour, he’d paid forty thousand dollars for the two canvases.
“You look like you want to ask me something,” he commented as we sat down to have a late lunch in a small diner later that afternoon.
