Tantalizing in Stilettos

by Nana Malone

  She smelled sweet and spicy, and she was all his. He didn’t want to ever stop touching her.

  Her legs locked around his waist and she levered her hips up to bring her soft, heated core in contact with his dick. Even as he gently swiped his lower lip over her nipple, he used his hands to firmly grip her hips so he could control the motion.

  If he let her control it, rubbing her self against his cock until she came, he'd certainly be coming in his pants, and he wanted inside her again. Needed it.

  "Griffin, please I need you to—"

  He stopped abruptly, then switched to tease the other breast. "Yeah, Jaggar? Tell me what do you need? "

  Her only answer was a low keening moan and frustrated roll of her hips.

  Griffin moved his lips just over her nipple again, teasing the tight tip. "You want me to put my mouth on you?"

  She nodded frantically. "Please. Yes, just—"

  Griffin’s cock throbbed painfully. He just wanted to be home again. Inside her, feeling her come around him. But there was a part of him that loved seeing her like this. Knowing she needed him, just as much as he needed her. "Where do you want my mouth, sweetheart?"

  "Everywhere. Don’t tease me."

  He gently pulled the tight tip into his mouth, and he moaned around her soft flesh. He was supposed to be making her crazy, but damn. Her flavor had him ready to buckle.

  "Yes. Like that."

  He sucked deep, even as his fingers gently tugged on her other nipple. All the while, he gently rocked their hips together. Forgetting that he was supposed to be buried inside her and loving the sensation of playing with fire and the forbidden. "Where else do you want my mouth, Jaggar?" He whispered against her soft flesh.

  "Griffin—"

  "You want me to tug down your panties and slide my tongue over your clit? You want me to lap up your slick heat until I’m drunk off the taste of you? Do you want my tongue to do other things to you? Slide my tongue over other forbidden places."

  "Yes, please—." Her legs clamped tighter around his waist as she ground on him hard. They found a rhythm and it was almost like he was fucking her with their clothes on. Their tempo desperate, she arched her back high, offering her breasts on a platter as her body quivered and shook.

  Holy hell, she was coming. Just like his fantasy. She responded to him like she was made for him.

  He reached between then, and tugged her dress up until her black garters were fully bared and he had access to her slick center.

  He slid his fingers under the elastic of her panties and moaned when his fingers were met with her wetness. Gently, he stroked a thumb over her clit as he continued to suck on her and delved a questing finger in. The slide was so easy and so damn good. Shit. She was ready for him. So ready. He matched his finger to the tempo of his mouth as he sucked on her, his fingers still plucking.

  Beneath him Jaggar writhed and pleaded, even as her tight walls pulsed around his finger. Oh so gently, he added another and increased the pressure on her clit. She bit her lip to contain a loud groan as the pressure on his fingers increased again. She was coming again.

  "Please. Oh God, please, please— I can't. Not anymore, please, Griffin."

  He lifted his head, so he could meet her gaze. "You want me to stop doing his?" He fluttered his thumb over her clit again and she groaned through another shudder.

  "No. Damn it. Just. Too much. I can’t— I need—"

  He licked his lips as he wondered how many more orgasms he could coax out of her. But he'd rather have her at home, in his bed, splayed out as he licked her, bent over as he took her from behind, as he fucked her slow and deep. Or even better, watching her as she rode him, setting the pace, making him hers.

  "Is it my cock you want? Sliding inside you. Making you come again."

  "Y-yes. I want it." she whimpered.

  Oh no, she didn’t. He needed to hear the words. "Say it, Jaggar."

  "Damn it, Griffin, I need your cock."

  He would have smiled, except the moment she said cock, every available brain cell went to manning his dick. Gently, he withdrew his fingers and she whimpered as she relaxed her legs.

  He had his pants unbuckled in a flash and yanked his wallet out. He had never had a condom on so quick in his life. When he gripped the base of his dick and slowly eased inside her, his gaze locked on hers. Her eyes widened as the crown pushed inside, then her lids fluttered closed as she exhaled.

  Fuck, yes. "Is this what you wanted?"

  "G-God, yes."

  And then Griffin had no more words. All he could do was grip her hips tight as she completely owned him. The moment her walls clamped over him. He knew Jaggar Jakes was ruining him for anyone else. He'd never be able to exorcise her from under his skin.

  As he rocked inside her, his hands roamed free, into her still damp hair as he kissed her. Playing with her nipples, he tried to memorize every inch of her by touch. He wanted to store every sensation for later.

  Lighting wound its way around his spine and he knew in seconds he'd be lost. Griffin tore his lips from hers. "Come with me, Jaggar." Even as the words tumbled out, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop.

  "I don’t know if—"

  He'd be damned if they weren’t coming together this time. Reaching between them, he once again applied gentle pressure over her clit. Her eyes went wide and then her body went tight as she gripped him like a vice with her inner walls.

  He muffled her scream with a kiss, swallowing all the sound as he drove in again and again and again, chasing the release as he followed her over the cliff. His world exploded into bright light. Griffin kissed her again, the unspoken word hanging between them.

  Mine.

  14

  Jaggar groaned as she turned in Griffin's arms. What they'd just done, twice, had been risky and dangerous, and hot and sexy, and thrilling and damn, did she already say hot?

  Griffin's dick twitched against her hip again. What was the man doing to her? After what they'd just done on the desk, and the follow up on the floor, and then the second follow up with Griffin’s mouth easing away the ache, it was a wonder she had any energy to move.

  "Where are you going?" His voice was low and sleepy.

  "You know we can’t stay on the floor like this, right? Eventually the cleaning crew is going to come."

  He twisted his head around to glance at the clock on her desk. "They don’t come until eleven. We have an hour." He licked his lips before kissing her briefly. "There are still a few things I’ve been dreaming about. We should see what we can get up to in the elevator."

  Jaggar giggled. "We can’t. You know there are cameras in there right?"

  He winked. "Could be interesting knowing someone's watching."

  She blinked up at him. Where was the stiff buttoned up Griffin? This version was decadent and knew how to dirty talk. "Somehow I think the secret would be out of the bag then."

  He kissed her again. "Good point. Besides, now that I know what you look like when you’re coming, I’m not inclined to share the moment."

  She flushed deep. "So you intend for this to happen again? What about the redhead on your phone?"

  He cursed low. "Is that why you left me yesterday?"

  Embarrassment washed through her and she tried to shrug it off. "Well, I thought I’d interrupted plans you had or something."

  "Bullshit. You were scared I was fucking with you."

  Jaggar rolled her eyes. "Fine. Yeah. I was. I mean it’s not like we planned what happened. I’m still worried about that."

  He watched her intently and when he spoke, his words were deliberate. "She was a dancer at the club. My friend gave her my number. She flirted, but it was entirely one sided."

  God, she sounded like a needy jealous girlfriend. And this was not that kind of situation. "You don’t have to explain to me."

  "It upset you, so yeah, I do. Especially since I want to do this again. I tried staying away from you for a year. And admittedly, this, us working together makes
things a little complicated, but I like touching you. I'd like to keep doing it. So I want the air clear. You and I have been embroiled in the longest game of foreplay known to mankind. I want to see where this goes."

  Jaggar bit her lip in an attempt to hold back the smile. She knew better than to go all gung ho with feelings when dealing with anyone. "Okay. That works for me."

  "But?" he prompted.

  She narrowed her gaze. He was more perceptive than most and she'd have to remember that when she was with him. "But obviously we need to be careful. What we just did was insane and reckless. Totally hot, but—"

  He nodded. "We're on the same page. I'm not in the habit of taking risks with my career."

  She sat up and wrestled with the lace cup of her bra to re-clasp the front. "Let's face it, my career is more at risk."

  His gaze was on her chest and she snapped her fingers to get his attention. His grin flashed. "Sorry. They’re very distracting, but yeah, I hear you. Ryan has it out for you. That much is clear. I'm not going to give him any ammo to use."

  He stood fluidly and Jaggar had her own moment of staring. Somewhere between his sliding into her on the desk and the floor, he'd shed his tie and his shirt had become unbuttoned. She couldn’t help but smile at the slashes of red fingernail points on his shoulders and chest. She'd marked him as hers. Even if it was just temporary.

  Jaggar shook her head as she pushed to her feet. "I'm sorry if this puts you in an awkward position. I know he's your friend."

  Griffin pulled her close and helped her with her dress. "He's shown he has a clear bias against you. It’s not rational and I don’t know why, but he has it out for you. But he's hurting the work with his feelings." He narrowed his gaze. "Any detail you care to shed on the problem the two of you have?"

  She wasn't telling him the full story. Especially not now. She'd already put the whole thing behind her. She had a feeling Griffin would open that can of worms right back up with the force of an atom bomb. And she didn’t want to have to go through that all over again. "It's nothing. We just don’t like each other."

  His gaze narrowed imperceptibly. But he let it go for the time being. "Okay. So why don’t you tell me what you went to see Elsa about."

  She caught him up and when she was done, he whistled low.

  "We need to get into the club to talk to her."

  "That's exactly my thought. I was going to reach out to Serena again. I hate to outstay my welcome in a manner of speaking, but we need access to her."

  He cleared his throat. “I uh, I'm actually a member."

  Say what? "Excuse me?"

  "A friend of my dad's with money to burn bought me a membership last year for my twenty-fifth birthday when they opened."

  She could only stare at him, incredulous. "Do you have any idea how expensive the memberships are?"

  Griffin shrugged. "All I know is it's exorbitant."

  "Wow, that's a really good friend of your father's."

  "You could say that. Miles Anthorp."

  “The owner of Anthorp Media is friends with your father?"

  Griffin cleared his throat. "Yeah, he's sort of my godfather."

  "Holy shit." Anthorp Media had holdings in media companies all over the world. "I don’t get it. With your father's connections and Anthorp, you should have your own show."

  He shook his head. "No. I wanted to do this on my own. Or as Dad and Miles call it, the hard way. Dad at least respects it. But every six months or so, Miles offers me some cushy job to see if I’ve come to my senses."

  "I guess I understand that. It's why I don’t tell anyone who my mother is." Also because her mother could be well ... difficult.

  He helped her slide back into her shoes. When they were both dressed, he said, "I still can’t believe your mother is Bianca Collins. I assume that’s her stage name. My father is a big deal in news circles, but your mother is a bona fide movie star."

  "And, I'm not her. A fact she likes to remind me of often. So I'm my own person, just like you’re your own person. Besides, she’d hate for anyone to know she had a daughter as old as I am."

  "I guess we're finally learning about each other," he muttered. "I spent a lot of time resenting your being here. Mostly because I didn’t want to want you this bad."

  She smirked. "Well, it's better late than never. And, for the record, I wasn’t deliberately trying to irritate you." She shrugged then added, "Mostly. You just hated me so much. And I don't back down."

  He shook his head. "I hated wanting you. I was with someone I told myself I was in love with. But there you were invading my space and my brain. I couldn’t get you out of my head."

  "So you two ... "

  Griffin shook his head. "A story went bad a little bit after you started working here."

  "The gangs and drugs story?"

  "That’s the one. Anyway, we’d already broken up, because, well, I realized I couldn't have such intense thoughts about someone if I was happy where I was, so I broke it off. One of the gang members I wrote about retaliated against her, even though I’d already broken up with her. It got ugly. Still is ugly. She's moved and she's still having some problems."

  "I'm sorry. For her, for getting in your head." What was she supposed to say to that exactly? Sorry you were hot for me when you had a girlfriend? She doubted there was a Hallmark for that one.

  "No need. I was the one who couldn’t get you out of my head. Obviously I still can’t. I thought if I could ignore you or make you go away, everything would be fine. And I could go back to my life, but once you were under my skin, well, you see how well trying to stay away worked. I couldn’t. More importantly, I don’t want to."

  And she didn't want him to either. Which scared the hell out of her. Attachments will end you. She shoved her mother's words out of her head again. "So when do you want to make another run at Elsa?"

  "Tomorrow? It'll give me time to find out if she's dancing and in which room. We can be more efficient."

  "Okay, that works."

  He reached out a hand to take hers and Jaggar desperately wanted to take it. But she knew better. "Can’t remember?"

  A shadow crossed over his beautiful green eyes. "Okay. You’re right. But I’m not done with you yet, so are we continuing the conversation at your place or mine?"

  As worried as Jaggar was about what the hell she was doing, she didn’t want to let go of him. Not yet. "Yours.”

  15

  Jaggar had never seen this side of Griffin.

  As she followed him into the club, she studied him. He was take charge but definitely relaxed. At ease in this world, whereas she'd always felt like an outsider. She'd had all the same kind of access to money and privilege, but it had never fit. Maybe because her mother hadn't allowed it to fit. Maybe because it wasn't really her. But while he confidently strode through the club with her hand clutched in his, he was completely relaxed.

  To play the part, she'd dressed a little sexier tonight. A little tighter, a little shorter. A little more look at me. And look at her they did. She was used to men watching her. That was nothing new. But as she'd followed Griffin into the voyeurs’ room, she wasn’t quite aware of just how much attention she’d grab. She'd worn a simple red strapless dress, but given the size of the twins, she was nearly spilling out of the thing. Good thing the inner bra held everything just where it needed to be.

  Griffin leaned down to whisper, "I didn't realize everyone would think you were the main attraction."

  "You said dress sexy."

  His gaze flickered to her breasts. "Yes, but I didn’t mean for you to distract me."

  "Somehow I think you'll survive," she said with a laugh.

  "You sure about that?" He tugged her to a booth in the corner that had been reserved for them. "The dancers make their way to all the tables eventually and they'll offer a private dance. I asked for a special VIP table so she'll come here first."

  "Oh, uh, okay." Jaggar tugged up the front of her dress even though she didn’t really
need to. "I guess you've done this before."

  "That bother you?"

  He wasn’t annoyed, more inquisitive. She almost replied that she didn’t own him, but she just shrugged. "Curious I guess. This place isn't really what I thought it would be."

  "Were you serious about taking classes?"

  She nodded. "Despite the, uh, incident, I felt sexy."

  "You were." His voice was low, gravelly. "Hell, you are." He tugged her into the booth and onto his lap.

  "Do you think it’s necessary that I sit on your lap for this?"

  He licked his lips even as he watched her intensely. "Well, it helps with the cover. I mean look at the other couples in here."

  Her gaze slid around and he wasn’t wrong. In hidden corners, couples kissed and pawed each other. One woman was dancing on her guy’s lap, moving in time with the music.

  Heat sufficed Jaggar’s skin. She wasn’t a prude but, okay, yeah, she wasn't prepared for what some of the couples were getting up to.

  In the booth against the opposite end of the club, one woman gyrated on a guy's lap as she faced him, her head thrown back in ecstasy. She was clearly, uh, enjoying herself. "Point noted."

  "Just relax, the show will start soon, we're undercover. It'll be fine." His hand rested on her thigh and his fingers danced over her skin, making her crazy.

  "I am relaxed."

  His chuckle was low. "I know you when you’re relaxed. I've put you in that state numerous times. This ain't it."

  "Fine. I just get this way when I’m chasing a story. Like I’m resting on a razor edge until I figure out the puzzle."

  "I get it. I feel it too. But I've had a lot of practice masking it."

  "Maybe one day you can teach me."

  The man in the booth across from them watched her intently even as the woman on his lap worked her ass over his crotch. Jaggar meant to look away. She did, but Griffin nuzzled her neck and heat pulsed low in her belly. She was turned on and she couldn’t look away.

  Even when the music started on the main stage and Griffin's hand wandered higher and higher on her thigh. The blond guy watched her with interest and heat even as his hands skimmed up over his companion’s ribcage to fondle her breasts.