In Deep
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Table of Contents
Chapter one
Chapter two
Chapter three
Chapter four
Chapter five
Chapter six
Chapter seven
Chapter eight
Chapter nine
Chapter ten
Chapter eleven
Chapter twelve
Chapter thirteen
Chapter fourteen
Chapter fifteen
Chapter sixteen
Chapter seventeen
Chapter eighteen
Chapter nineteen
Chapter twenty
Epilogue
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER ONE
Table of Contents
Copyright
Author’s Note
In Deep
Chapter one
Chapter two
Chapter three
Chapter four
Chapter five
Chapter six
Chapter seven
Chapter eight
Chapter nine
Chapter ten
Chapter eleven
Chapter twelve
Chapter thirteen
Chapter fourteen
Chapter fifteen
Chapter sixteen
Chapter seventeen
Chapter eighteen
Chapter nineteen
Chapter twenty
Epilogue
His Prize
Double Fake: An MFM Fake Fiancée Romance
Copyright © 2017 by Lulu Pratt
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Author’s Note
Thank you for reading my story!
In Deep is a stand-alone novella.
I’ve also included two never before published bonus novellas for your enjoyment. The first is His Prize, a story of second chances. I’m sure you’ll love it too! The second bonus novella is Double Fake: An MFM Fake Fiancée Romance.
Happy reading!
Lulu <3 <3
In Deep
I’m on a body reconnaissance mission…
After I left the SEALs, I didn’t give a shit about anything.
I stopped caring.
So when a man offers me money to body snatch a woman, I take his cash.
Why the fuck not?
And then I meet her.
Grace.
She’s so damn irresistible without even trying.
I can’t take my eyes off her thick, round ass, and her smile is a beacon in my darkness.
All I can think about is sinking in her deep.
The mission just changed.
I used my training to find her, now I’m going to use it to keep her safe.
The only place Grace’s body is going is under mine.
*** A steamy STANDALONE contemporary romance with a sizzling hot hero. No cliffhanger, no cheating, and a guaranteed happily-ever-after.***
Chapter one
GRACE CHAMBERS
I fold and unfold my legs for the millionth time in twenty minutes. But I can’t help the throbbing in my center or the growing slickness in my lace panties.
“So, what do you think? Do I have a chance?” he asks with a hopeful air, leaning back in his chair casually, while I continue to squirm.
Jameson Wilcox just has that effect on me. On women. Period.
With his towering, well-muscled frame and sinful gaze, it’s a wonder I’m catching anything of value that he’s saying in that deep, X-rated drawl of his.
I can’t get over his impeccable features against the backdrop of his perfect tawny skin. His eyes are the color of liquid gold, piercing and sensual. Tempting, kissable lips and a jawline any model would envy round out his flawless face. His dark, wavy hair is cut short in a low-maintenance style.
Business is so far from my mind, I will probably start panting soon.
But that is definitely not why he is here.
He’s here, in my cramped office wreaking havoc on my libido, because he needs a loan. To fund a security firm of all things.
Many of the people in this town are scared shitless of this man and for good reason. His dangerous reputation precedes him. I don’t know a single person who wants to be on his bad side and here he is planning to provide “protection” services.
Finally, I clear my throat and lean forward as I clasp my hands in the center of my desk. This causes his intense gaze to shift to the cleavage bared by my button-up silk blouse. Heat rushes through me as he boldly stares, not bothering to look away once he is caught.
I try not to think about it as I clear my throat yet again. This time my words don’t get jammed inside.
“Mr. Wilcox, I appreciate your preparation for this meeting,” I say, shuffling through the business plan he presented upon entering my office.
He eyes me steadily, his intense stare making me stammer.
“You’re… um, very thorough,” I remark as my eyes skim the pages, wondering how long it had taken him to put this all together.
“Yes, Ms. Chambers. I’m very thorough. In every aspect of my life.” A wicked gleam lights his gaze and he smirks, finally looking away from my breasts and back up at me. Then he winks.
All the moisture in my mouth evaporates in an instant, leaving my jaw slack as I ponder the innuendo lacing his words.
Be professional, Grace, I chant to myself.
“However, you don’t seem like the type of man who exactly needs a business loan from a small credit union like Citizens.” I state the obvious because the man is filthy rich.
The small-town rumor mill has me educated on the guy. I know he’s thirty-two and was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. And my brief interview about his financial history had revealed that he acquired a large inheritance when his parents passed. Needless to say, his pockets aren’t exactly empty.
He showed up on a brand new luxury motorcycle to prove it.
“One thing I learned in my time as a SEAL is that everything isn’t what it seems, Grace. Can I call you Grace?” he asks belatedly.
My mind is too muddled to care. A military man. Wetness pours from my core as I fold my legs again.
“Anyway,” he continues leaning toward me. “I retired a couple years ago and I’ve been managing my money on my own ever since. I don’t tend to trust banks. But people get suspicious when you start paying cash for everything. Which is why I need you. I need to open a line of credit to establish trust and further expand my brand.”
Very thorough indeed. I bet he learned that as a SEAL as well.
I am nodding before I even knew what is happening. The man just told me he retired at the age of thirty. I’m envious and awed simultaneously.
“We’ll be in touch, Mr. Wilcox. Citizens Credit Union is devoted to providing our members with quality service and care. Just give me a couple of days and I’ll see what I can do,” I promise, plucking a business card from my desk.
When he grabs the card, his calloused fingers graze mine and a jolt of electricity shoots through me. If he’s affected in the same way, his gorgeous face doesn’t betray a thing.
As I stand, the stickiness in my panties reminds me of just how slippery things have gotten down south. I will definitely need to change my panties as soon as he vacates the premises.
“Do you have any more questions for me, Mr. Wilcox?” I ask i
n a voice I hope isn’t too shaky. The last thing I need is for him to know just how horny he’s made me during this meeting.
“Jameson,” he says, reestablishing our eye contact.
“I’m sorry?” My words are barely a whisper as I take in his attire. He’s wearing all black. The dress shirt is unbuttoned at the collar and fitted to showcase his powerful biceps. The slacks fall over his long legs, the hem brushing the tops of expensive leather shoes.
“I want you to call me Jameson. If we’re going to work together, we should be familiar. Wouldn’t you agree, Grace?”
He finally stands, a fresh whiff of his heady scent assaulting my senses all over again. I would honestly agree to anything he said at the moment.
I gulp and nod as he stands there, patiently awaiting my reply.
“Please let me walk you out, Jameson.”
As we reach the credit union’s front lobby, Jameson turns to me with a disarming smile, his perfect white teeth on display.
“I’ll be seeing you, Grace.”
Although I know it’s strictly business on his end, I still relish in what sounds like a sinful promise.
I push out a loud breath as I finally reenter my office. Closing the door, I walk on shaky legs back to my desk and nearly collapse against the corner of it.
Did the man know he was a walking wet dream?
Too frustrated to work, I journey back to the door and slide the lock in place.
With an urgency I can’t explain, I reach down and remove the sopping panties before taking a seat behind my mahogany desk. Reclining in my oversized office chair, I lift one leg to rest my foot against the edge of the desk.
As moments from our meeting replay in my head, I decide in that instant that my lunch break will be postponed until my fingers attempt to strum away the tension at my aching center.
I sigh as my fingers make contact, my pointer and middle fingers slipping around the slick button that is my clitoris. My head lolls back enjoying the intoxicating sensations that ripple through my middle.
My fingers inch further south as I summon images of Jameson sitting across from me with that penetrating gaze and that cocky smile. Then I imagine those rough fingers teasing my sensitive nub and a moan escapes me at the erogenous thought.
I continue to rub circles around my clit while I dip a finger into the welcoming warmth of my hole. The penetration is a delightful addition that has me grinding my hips upwards as I imagine Jameson thrusting into me with enough momentum to shake me to my core.
And then I’m coming as I pant my client’s name, the wetness of my release coating my fingers as my shoulders relax and momentary satisfaction covers me.
*****
At five o’clock, I’m the first one out of the office. I’m anxious to get home and share my earlier encounter with my roommate, Stephania.
As I stride across the parking lot, I throw a furtive glance over each shoulder and grip the keychain containing my pepper spray. It is a routine I adopted once I fled my hometown and have to walk anywhere alone.
I unlock the front door and Stephania is in the kitchen, cooking as a mouthwatering aroma fills the small two-bedroom apartment we share.
Her bouncy, red curls are pulled away from her face when she looks up at me with a smile.
“Steph, you will not believe what happened to me today!” I squeal.
“You got a promotion?” she guesses, a hopeful expression on her face.
“No!” I laugh, leaning against the island.
Her lips quirk at my excitement but she doesn’t try to guess again.
“I met a walking sex dream and his name is Jameson Wilcox.”
Her eyes double in size at his name but she remains silent as I give her a detailed play by play.
Chapter two
JAMESON WILCOX
I need to fuck Grace Chambers.
The woman is a fucking vixen. Pure sex packaged in a beautifully curvy frame. My carnal instincts want to devour every inch of her.
An hour after our meeting, my cock is still shoving against the zipper of my slacks making it all but impossible to concentrate on anything besides her plump lips and thick, round ass.
The fact that our meeting was a ruse no longer matters. I need to bury my cock in that woman before this assignment is over.
I turn her card over in my palm before deftly flicking it to a corner of my desk. Shaking my head, I try to clear those wayward thoughts.
I’m a bounty hunter for people on the wrong side of the law. I have no business having these thoughts about a target.
Pulling my phone from its cradle, I dial my client to notify him that initial contact has been made.
“Wilcox,” his sickening voice greets. “You got good news for me?”
I inform him of my meeting and tell him that the job will be complete in a month’s time according to the deadline we had agreed upon.
“We’re on schedule,” I assure him. Then I tell him the name of the town she’s claimed as home, sparing details about her occupation and home address. It won’t kill him to wait a bit for the remainder of the information.
Truth be told, I’m not too sure I will ever share that info. He doesn’t need it as long as I hold up my end of the deal. Which I fully intend to do.
Brick drawls on about something insignificant and I smother a retort.
The man is nauseating but a paying customer, and who am I to discriminate? His money is just the same as any other American dollar.
He hired me a week ago to capture and deliver Grace Chambers to him in a month’s time. The client, who most refer to as “Brick,” wants her to suffer for a mistake he claims she made before skipping town and moving to Holly Hill.
Brick reminds me that I’m not to harm Grace in any way. He wants her delivered unscathed before exacting his revenge. My only responsibility in the ploy is the capture and return of “dislocated” goods or persons and I would receive the six-figure payout we’d agreed upon.
Unfortunately, the only capturing I can think about at the moment involves me bringing Grace to my place and tying her up while I fuck her tight pussy mercilessly in my California king bed.
Disconnecting the call with Brick, I abandon my office and head to my home gym to work off some of the mounting tension.
*****
That night as I step out of the shower, my thoughts errantly drift to Ms. Chambers yet again.
Quite honestly, she hasn’t left my fucking mind once since our little meeting today and I’m becoming irritated by the residence she’s taken up in my head.
I find myself plotting on the next time I will see her, knowing damn well these lustful feelings go against every rule I have in place for my professional dealings.
I may be crooked but rules were rules. Money is more important than a quick fuck. I repeat the sentiment a few times because I clearly need a reminder and so does my greedy cock.
Even if Grace is the sexiest woman I’ve met.
She definitely doesn’t belong in this godforsaken town. She sticks out like a sore thumb even though I know she thinks she’s slipping under the radar.
Not for the first time, I can’t help but think about how coincidental it is that she landed in my hometown of all places.
Walking into the kitchen, I grab a beer from the fridge. As the chilled liquid touches my tongue, I decide I would much rather have Grace writhing against my tongue as I get acquainted with her intimately.
What the hell?
It irks me that this woman won’t vacate my mind so I decide to do something about it.
Traipsing back into my office, I grab the card with info I’d memorized long before our first meeting.
I smile when I see she even included her personal phone number for clients who needed to reach her after hours.
And she’d said I was thorough.
Without a second thought, I pick up the phone and wait until her sultry voice fills the line.
“Hello?” she speaks uncertainly and I k
now it’s because she doesn’t recognize my number.
“Grace, I hope I’m not interrupting anything…” I let my words linger for a bit. My research hasn’t revealed whether she’s involved with anyone. Is she with him right now? It’s Friday night and it would make sense for a couple to be spending time together after the conclusion of the work week.
But the thought alone makes me see a deep shade of red I hadn’t seen since leaving the SEALs.
“Jameson,” she says finally filling the silence that had stretched over the line.
It pleases me that she didn’t pretend to not know who was calling.
“How are you?” I ask casually, no pretense of business clouding my words.
She stammers a bit before replying. “I’m fine. H-how can I help you, Jameson? Did you think of something else after our meeting today?”
I had thought of something all right.
I take another pull from my beer and relax against the counter to talk to her.
“Are you seeing anyone, Grace?”
Her gasp lets me know she is startled by my straightforward approach.
Good. She’s thrown me off balance and I’m glad I can return the favor.
“Excuse me?” she sputters. I must admit, it’s cute.
“Are you dating anyone? Do you have someone you’re involved with?” I ask for clarification.
“Mr. Wilcox, I’m sorry but I was under the impression this was a business call. If you don’t have any questions about your loan—”
“Jameson,” I interrupt.