“Sir?” Lucy prompts totally ignoring my sex filled voice.
“I’ll have a scotch on the rocks.”
“Yes, Sir.” Lucy leaves us.
“I want to fuck you.” Jeremy wastes no time telling me what he desires.
“The feeling is most definitely mutual.”
He leans over and takes my hand in his. “Tonight I want to take you.”
“Take me where?” I coyly ask him.
“Everywhere I can.” He screams sex with his short hair, liquid grey eyes and strong jaw.
“Then what the fuck are we doing sitting here?”
He closes his eyes and groans. “I was going to have dinner and a drink, but to hell with that, I’ll just skip to dessert, let’s go, Darling.” If he can fuck half as well as he speaks, I’ll be coming before we even get back to the house.
Lucy arrives with our drinks just as we stand up to go. She looks back and forth between us as we stand beside the table. We both guzzle our drinks so quickly that they don’t even hit the side of our throats. The burn going down increases my already heightened sense of Jeremy standing next to me. He moves closer to me and presses his front into my back, the heat radiating through him is scorching and soon I’ll be melting if he doesn’t touch my bared body. My eyes close on their own and I lean back into him, grinding my arse into his very hard cock. His hand snakes around my waist and he pulls me closer to him. I feel the vibration of a rumble leave his chest and a hussy moan leaves me.
I can imagine that the other patrons are very jealous of this sensual display of affection, and I really don’t give a fuck if they are or aren’t watching.
My nipples stand to attention waiting for their commanding officer to take control of them; my thong’s damp and I think I can actually feel my clit pulsating and missing the touch of a tongue or a finger. My body’s taken control over my senses and turns around to face Jeremy. His cock’s definitely ready to be ridden, his own breath’s matching the rapid but shallow pace of my own. I swallow hard as I look up into his liquid lava filled eyes, my lips part and my tongue peeps out with a small devilish smile displayed. I run my tongue along my lips as I watch Jeremy’s eyes focus on my mouth.
“Let’s go, Darling.” He grabs my hand and is almost dragging me behind him as my legs take longer strides to keep up with his. When we’re outside I notice Marko has the limousine ready for us.
“Miss DeLuca?” Marko looks between Jeremy and myself.
“Is there an issue, Marko? Because I’d suggest that you get in and drive until I tell you to stop.”
“Mam.” Marko’s eyes drop to the ground and he knows not to say another fucking word.
I get in the car and Jeremy follows immediately. Putting the privacy screen up, Jeremy starts attacking my mouth. We’re in transit and I’m unsure of where Marko’s taking us but I don’t give a shit either. I push Jeremy back in the seat and lift my skirt so that it’s bunched up around my waist. Bringing my leg over his I’m now straddling him. I start unbuttoning his shirt with a sense of urgency.
Opening his shirt totally exposing his chest, I look at the package beneath the shirt and see he’s sporting a tiny metal bar through his right nipple. A tattoo of a dagger that starts at the top of his ribs and travels three inches down his side. Wrapped around the tattoo is a red rose and the handle of the dagger’s made out of a brilliant blue gem, possibly topaz. Tracing my finger from tip of the tattoo, Jeremy leans his head back on the seat and closes his eyes. Bringing my mouth down I suck on his metal bar and flick it with my tongue.
“Fuck.” Jeremy’s chest is rising and falling so quickly and I feel his hard on pressing into my scantily covered slit. Rubbing into the bulge of his pants, I’m trying to find relief for myself by rocking back and forth on him.
“Have you got a condom?” I ask between flicks of the metal bar with my tongue.
Jeremy pulls his wallet out of his back pocket while holding onto me with the other arm as I continue to rock and move.
“God you’re beautiful, I really want to see you come riding me,” he huffs.
He unbuttons my blouse and pushes my bra down exposing my breasts, his face clouds over and he grits his teeth together as his hands go directly to my breasts. “Fuck they’re just perfect.” He dips his head down and nips and tugs on my nipple, causing it instantly to pebble and making me moan out loud. I arch my back and push myself further into his mouth and harder down on his very stiff but still concealed cock.
“Wait.” Jeremy lifts me enough to unzip his pants and I take out his hard cock that’s already started gathering moisture on the tip. I want to run my tongue around the head and taste him but I also want to satisfy myself first. Ripping the foil packet he rolls the condom on quickly and I’m ready to ride him hard.
“These have to go,” Jeremy whispers as tugs at the thong I’m wearing, ripping them off my body. I balance over him and sink down on his stiff cock. He fills my slit perfectly and I’m in a position to control how fast this is going to go.
“Kiss me,” Jeremy pants.
“No.” Steadying myself by pushing up on the roof I determine the pace and what I want to do with this man.
“Frankie, the way you move your hips is sending me fucking crazy, don’t speed up or I’ll come.”
Jeremy’s head has collapsed back, his eyes closed and a reserved groaning is escaping from him. My own eyes are opened and I watch as Jeremy feels his way from my hips to my clit. He starts rubbing with his thumb as I begin to rock faster. I lift a little and slam back down while I keep my rocking assault going. My own arousal dripping so I can see it all over Jeremy’s cock and thighs.
“Shit,” he screams out. He grips both my hips and thrusts up, the veins in his forehead protrude and he comes, leaving me, dissatisfied.
“What the fuck was that, Jeremy? You fucking came and I’m sitting on a limp dick.”
“I’m so sorry, I couldn’t help it. The way you were moaning and moving, I just… I’m so sorry.” He looks so concerned, and so he should be.
I get off Jeremy and sit back in my seat pushing my skirt back down as Jeremy does whatever the fuck he does. I’m seething because I can’t believe he came before me.
“Marko?” I say as I push the button connecting us.
“Miss DeLuca.”
“Pull over now.”
“Yes, Mam.”
The limousine makes an abrupt stop; I turn to Jeremy who’s horrified.
“Get out.” I growl at him.
“What? Can’t you at least take me back to the restaurant?”
“Does it look like I’m taking you anywhere after that fucked up performance?”
“I’m……….”
“Get out.” I look away showing complete disinterest in him. I hear Jeremy slide across the seat and then I hear the door close.
He might look like a damn sex god, but he’s a fucking dud.
“Home, Marko.” I say once I’ve put the privacy screen down.
Chapter 4
Arriving back home G’s waiting for me outside. He opens my door and like the true gentleman he is, he gives me his hand to assist me out.
“So, The Senator hey?” He lets out an evil mocking laugh.
“How…… the damn camera’s, I forgot to turn them off.” All our vehicles have had inconspicuous cameras installed in case anything ever happened.
“Don’t worry, Bruno called me when he saw the start and I had them all leave the room. Except Damien, now we need to find another member of security.” he chuckles.
“What was Damien doing?”
“Let’s just say he was ‘enjoying’ your performance. By the time I got there, everyone had left except Damien; he didn’t even hear me come in. You know, Frankie, getting blood off the screens is a little difficult.” I snicker at his casual remark. “So you know we have history with The Senator.”
G and I are now in the kitchen while the chef’s preparing us a late night snack. Once the chef’s prepared a
light meal he leaves us and it’s just G and myself.
“History? What sort of history do we have?”
“John had his father taken out.”
“That was us? Dad never told me,” I start pushing the food around on the plate and I’m a little confused as to why we would’ve taken his father, Congressmen Bradley Miller out. “Tell me about it G.”
“The Congressman was as crooked as they come. He was on your father’s payroll, until he became greedy. He threatened John with everything from jail to exposure. He wanted more money, much more than what he was worth to us. So, John had him taken care of.”
“But he was shot.”
“Like I said, your father had him taken care of.”
I try to remember back to when the Congressmen’s death made national news. He was in Ottawa for something and was taken out, they never found the shooter.
“Ottawa.” I say out loud and G smiles and nods.
“I gotta tell you Frankie. If we ever need her again, she’s the one to go to.”
“What the fuck are you talking about now, G?” I’m totally perplexed by G’s cryptic clues.
“The assassin that John hired. Damn she’s good. She’s got a strange name she goes by, Fifteen, but fuck me, she took him out over a mile out from where he was. His head literally exploded. We’ve never had a problem with any of the Millers since. Until now.”
My head snaps up and I look at G.
“Until now? As in Jeremy who I just screwed?”
“No as in Jeremy’s mother. She’s found something on us that Bradley had, and now she’s causing some waves.”
“What fucking issues is she causing?” I’m pacing as G’s sitting at the table, his elbows are both leaning on the wood top and his hands are steepled in front of his face. His forehead’s all bunched together and I can tell that he’s highly stressed.
“Take care of her.” I instruct him.
“We can’t.”
“Why the fuck not? Get this Fifteen to take her out.”
“We can’t, not just yet anyway. She’s just approached us for money, she’s also said she’s got, whatever the fuck she found, copied and in two secured spots.”
“Well fuck her, G, if she’s got them in two secured spots, then no one will ever find it once we take her out. Call Fifteen, pay her whatever she wants, and take the bitch out.”
“Frankie, shut the fuck up and listen. This broad ain't as dumb as her husband. She’s left instructions on where the information is in case of her death.”
“How the hell do you know this, G?”
“She was very clear. She thinks she has us cornered, but…….” G averts his eyes and is quite coy and mischievous in his demeanour.
“But…… What?”
“Well, after what I saw in the limo, I think we have a way in.”
“What?”
“Her son, Frankie.”
It must be late because I don’t quite understand what G’s saying. Or I’m still frustrated at Jeremy’s lacklustre performance.
“It’s damn late and the prick didn’t get me off, so what the hell are you saying, G?”
“You’re our in, Frankie. If you show her you can get to anyone, she’ll leave us alone long enough for us to find what she has and where it is.”
“You want me to sleep with him again? Didn’t you see his performance or should I say lack thereof?”
“Not at all, Frankie, I’m just saying that maybe you should give him a chance to make it up to you. I mean, I know you, there’s no way you would’ve gone there if there wasn’t some sort of attraction to start with.”
“Really, G?” I mean Jeremy’s definitely easy on the eye and we did seem to banter quite well together, but I really didn’t want a repeat of the limo. “I suppose I could go out to dinner with him again. But I’m not calling him. I’ll wait til he calls me.”
G smiles as if he knows a secret I’m not privy to.
Chapter 5
Three days pass and it’s been fairly quiet in the DeLuca house. All our operations are easily transacted and no issues have arisen. Those three days were quite boring, so I went over the books and figures of all our operations. Nothing seemed to be out of place with the operations.
On the third day, Friday afternoon, one of the security guards from the front gate buzzes up to tell me I have a flower delivery. That limp arsehole was trying to make it up to me with flowers. Jeremy.
“Send them up.” I instruct the gate guard.
G overhears and walks to the front door awaiting my flowers. He comes into the office a few moments later with three delivery men following him. Each man’s carrying a vase with long stemmed roses. Each vase has different color flowers, red, pink, yellow and white. They place the vases wherever they see a spot.
“There’s more, Frankie.” G announces as he follows the delivery men out, within minutes another four vases with different colored roses arrive. This time peach, purple, orange and green roses. I lean back in my office chair and start smirking. Is Jeremy Miller a total nut case? Eight vases of roses don my office but the men make a return trip carrying more vases, this time an array of colored orchids.
“That’s all there is, Mam,” one of the delivery drivers announces. That’s all there is? Really, my office looks like a florist, actually I don’t think flower shops have as much stock as I do. The delivery man hands me an envelope and on the front in perfect formation is my name ‘Frankie.’
“Thank you,” I excuse everyone including G out of my office. Jeremy may not have satisfied me in the limo but I do have to admit, I’m quite impressed with this apology statement he’s making. Maybe another date wouldn’t be so bad, as long as I don’t ride him.
I open the envelope and take out a letter written in the same precise writing as on the envelope.
Frankie,
I can’t express how sorry I am with what happened in the limousine. I really want the chance to make it up to you. I’ve been thinking about you and all I want to do is to start over. I’m embarrassed about my ‘performance’ and even though I’m fairly certain that you and I will never do that again, I just want to tell you that I’m really sorry and I would love to take you out for dinner. Totally on your terms, I just want to say how sorry I am.
555 1389112
I’ll be waiting for your call
Jeremy.
I reread the letter and find his desperation is somewhat intriguing and dazzling. Can Jeremy actually be that sorry?
Dialling his number it only rings three times before his deep throaty voice answers.
“Jeremy Miller.”
“It appears my office is now a florist.”
“Do you like them?” I hear hope in his voice.
“I’m allergic.” I snidely rebuff.
“What?” Disappointment now clear, I smile at my evil ways.
“Looks like I’ll have to throw them out, Jeremy.”
“I….,” He pauses “damn, something else I have to apologise for.”
I start laughing at his defeated tone.
“You’re not allergic are you? Serves me right I suppose.”
“So, what’s with this bullshit sap of a letter you sent me?”
“Gee, Frankie, can you tone it down a bit.” Did Jeremy Miller just challenge me?
“I beg your pardon, Jeremy?”
“Come on, cut a guy some slack. I’m trying my hardest to say sorry, you don’t have to throw it back in my face all the time. If you don’t want to talk to me, why the hell did you call me?”
“What? What’s wrong with you? This is my way of accepting your apology.”
“Oh, well then, good. So I’m taking you out for dinner.”
“Are you now?”
“Damn it, Frankie. Stop being a bitch. Yes I am and if you don’t like it, too bad. Be ready by 6pm.”
“What if I’m busy?”
“What if I don’t give a damn? 6pm, not a minute after,” and with that Jeremy hangs up giving me no cha
nce to argue. What an arsehole, what a complete and utter dick. How dare he talk to me like that, all commanding and alpha male.
If I hate it so much, why are my thighs clenching together and my nipples straining against my shirt?
Chapter 6
6pm gets here way, too quickly, I’m dressed in a fitted vintage Christian Dior black dress that’s mid-thigh length. Intricate lace is overlapping the silken material that accentuates my curves and defines my leg tone. Paired perfectly with Christian Dior three inch black peep toe shoes, I most certainly look incredible. With my hair cascading halfway down my back and a small amount of make-up, it’s enough to just amplify my classically stunning features.
The guards ring from the front to announce Jeremy’s arrival, I wait for him in my office as G puffs out his chest and goes to stand at the door, almost like an overprotective father.
I can only just make out the conversation between G and Jeremy as G leads him to my overgrown florist/office.
“You’re damn lucky she called you.” G teases Jeremy.
“Why wouldn’t she call me?” I can hear them getting closer to my office and I smile as G riles Jeremy up.
“Well let’s face it, Son, that limousine performance is nothing to be proud about.”
“What? She told you?” pure horror fills in his tone.
“She didn’t have to, the camera told me everything.”
“She taped it?!”
Jeremy pushes his way through my door.
“You damn well taped it?” He shrieks at me.
“No, it wasn’t that good that I want to watch it back. If you remember correctly, only one of us got a happy ending. There’re cameras in all the cars but rest assured, other than the three of us no one else knows, and I had it before it was deleted.”
“Why are there cameras in all your cars? You’re better guarded then the President.”
“I’m an entrepreneur, Jeremy, and I never know when some crazy person thinks they can take what I’ve worked for.”
Jeremy stands with his hands on his hips and his suit jacket flared back, exposing his very taut chest. My eyes travel the length of his body and I’m pleased that he fills his suit out so well. As I move around from my desk, Jeremy’s eyes rake over my body from top to toe, his shoulders relax and his arms drop unceremoniously by his side. His anger slowly dissolving as his eyes change from a hard steel grey to a thawed dusky silver. Want and lust now replace the fury and outrage he held as he was walking in.
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