CHAPTER ONE
Meet Nicolette Jones
I hate traitors, and Blaine Broadnack was as traitorous as they came—a blatant traitor to his own nation. The only reason I was cozied up next to him, inhaling dank-filled air, listening to unintelligible, blaring hip-hop music was for the sole purpose of getting inside his world. A world that was referred to as nether regions, deep down in the grimiest elements of society. The criminals in the nether regions would have a real OG running home scared to his mama, trying to build a bunker underneath her house to get away from them. In order to get into Blaine’s world undetected, I had to get him comfortable and most importantly keep my cover. That’s why I’d kept the drinks flowing for the past hour.
Blaine’s weakness? He had a habit of hooking up with random women at Club Platinum. Word was, a sexy black woman was his undoing. He’d set his eyes on the woman he considered ‘the baddest bitch’ in the club with the sole purpose of getting her back to the Hyatt Regency for an all-night romping session. He thought he was untouchable and that no one would dare cross him because of his reputation, which preceded him. But he’d never met Special Agent Nicollette Jones. Crossing him was the very reason I was in Club Platinum dressed to the nines and looking good enough to serve on the menu.
My long, silky tresses flowed down past my shoulders. My face was beat for the gods by Monique, a special agent who I think somehow ended up in the wrong profession. My short asymmetrically hemmed leopard skin dress put every Rainbow outfit in this stank club to shame. This was all apparent, since Blaine only had eyes for me from the moment he spotted me, just as planned.
After a few hours of laughing at his stale jokes, boosting his inflated ego to the level of a forged white Egyptian king and imbibing a gang of high powered drinks, Blaine was ripe and ready for me to pounce. “I guess I’ll get going now. It’s been fun and enlightening talking to you, mister,” I said, testing just how deep I’d sank my claws into him. If he had bid me farewell, then my mission failed.
“Leaving so soon, pretty girl? How about we shake this whole set up together and you come back to my room with me for a nightcap?” he said, after his eyes traveled away from my cleavage to meet my own eyes with a devious gaze.
I bit down on my lip and looked into his sexy brown eyes. Deep in his eyes, there was a darkness that told the true story of the monster staring back at me. It was oddly alluring intermixed with his naturally tanned face and silky black mane. “I have to work tomorrow morning. I don’t know,” I said, dragging out my words while raising my brow as if I were considering his offer.
He stood up, towering over me, as I sat on a barstool. I had to admit he was motherfucking sexy when he stood up, towering over me in a stance of power. His overbearing six foot one height and a hundred and eighty-five pounds was not typical of most men of Indian descent. Blaine loomed over my five feet four, one-hundred and thirty pounds with sheer dominance.
“It’s just a nightcap, so it won’t be long, unless you want it to be. I can have you home in an hour, or you can stay all night. That’s entirely up to you, sweetness.”
Pretty girl. Sweetness. He was really laying it on thick. And, the covert desire in his eyes communicated his intention to touch me in a much deeper way. My creamy caramel thighs flowing long and smooth were gripped within his palms as he spoke to me. He squeezed them tighter as I sat there staring into his haltingly handsome face, pretending to be contemplating my reply.
I made a mental note to be extra careful not to get swept up into Blaine Broadnack’s all-consuming bad boy aura. I tilted my glass to my lips to sip the remainder of my red wine before answering his question. “That sounds really good. Do you think you can handle a nightcap with me though?” I teased with a raised brow, while twirling my straw around in my mixed drink with my tongue. “I can be such a bore,” I added.
“I’m damn sure willing to give it a go, pretty girl.” He laughed and let my thighs go with one last squeeze. “Bartender…I’m ready to settle up,” he said waving to get the attention of the dude that had been serving us high-powered drinks all night. Paying for our drinks with haste, Blaine dropped a couple hundred dollar bills on the counter.
Once our tab was settled, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close to him. Dipping his head into the groove of my neck, directly underneath my right ear, he said, “I can’t wait to get you all alone, so I don’t have to share you with a room full of people.” His eyes scanned the party crowd in Club Platinum, as he slid his card key into my hand. “I’ll be at the Hyatt, room 1402 in thirty minutes.”
I slid down from my barstool and grabbed my MK clutch. “I’ll be there, Blaine, but I can probably only stay for a little while. Remember, I have to work in the morning.”
“I understand…you have to work in the morning,” Blaine repeated halfheartedly giving a fuck about what I was saying. He pulled me into his rigid body. His erectness made contact with my stomach before the rest of his body did. He leaned down and grazed his lips across the unsuspecting, sensitive skin of my neck, once again. “I’ll have to find some way to convince you that spending time with me will be more valuable than sleeping for another boring day at work.”
I gulped the smoke-filled air into my lungs and held it. Blaine’s brazenness was a distraction that I didn’t need. I was supposed to be in control. But damn, if I wasn’t melting like butter.
“I’m pretty sure I can’t be convinced,” I said.
“Uh huh…I’ll be waiting on you, pretty girl,” he said, taking my hand and maneuvering it gently across his bulging erection.
My mouth gaped open in surprise. Not of his bold action, but because of the fact that he was actually blessed by far more than I gauged him to be.
“See you there Blaine,” I said, before sauntering away from Blaine’s hold.
My slow, rhythmic strides toward the door allowed my unforgiving, protruding assets to mesmerize my target. The black romper I wore clung to my body, holding his attention as I strolled out of Club Platinum fighting valiantly to regain control of my emotions.
***
Thirty minutes later, I entered the hotel with the purpose of my mission strong on my mind. I had to add a chip to Blaine’s phone and vehicle, and I had to stay alive. Those two things were above all else. The fine hunk of creamy caramel waiting to get things popping in his hotel room was not only a thirsty male thot, he was also listed as one of the most dangerous criminals in America. The son of India natives, he was born in America with a vendetta against her. His terrorist cell had a lot of activity going on in the past month, so I was there to gain more intel on their next plot to kill innocent Americans.
I’d gone undercover with perps more notorious than Blaine, and, according to my record, I was good at my job. Therefore, I was ready for whatever. I stayed ready. Just check my stats: eighty-seven perps brought to justice out of eighty eight. The only one that escaped my grasp had done so at his own peril. He was my only undercover kill.
What was about to happen was just another day of business for me. It was always business, never personal. Blaine seemed like the kind of guy I could make a connection with, under different circumstances. Mouth wateringly sexy. Bold. A man’s man. He was just on the wrong side of the great American law.
I contemplated how I would execute my plan, my escape route, and the impending tryst ahead as I entered the elevator and pressed the floor he was staying on. The variable I considered most was that this could be my last undercover mission, if things didn’t go according to plan. Blaine was linked to the dangerous terroristic cell, Harkal. Therefore, I had zero hesitation on using the glock tucked neatly in the pocket of my long leather jacket, if he gave me one reason to. Just one. I was sure that he wouldn’t hesitate in returning the favor.
I sl
id the card key through the hotel’s lock, and it opened immediately. I peeked into the room, evaluating my surroundings in one quick glance: empty room besides typical hotel furniture, dimly lit, ten steps from the bed to the door, three steps to the dresser from the bed, and a pistol on the night table. Blaine lying conspicuously across the bed. A huge, pearly white smile greeted me. The dark hue of his tanned skin made his radiant smile glow brighter in the dim lighting. The dangerously stunning man didn’t seem to suspect a thing was out of order. Perfect.
I flashed a seductive grin in Blaine’s direction. His rippled chest muscles flexed and, God, I didn’t want to react, but my pussy walls pulsated on every ripple. I forced my muscles to clamp together to end the vibrations shooting through me. This was one bad guy I was going to enjoy stopping, every moment of it.
This type of assignment elicited a range of emotions within me. I detested having to seduce sleaze balls in order to bring them to justice. But there was no easier way to exploit Blaine, besides through his weakness of seducing beautiful women. I could only send up a prayer that before the night was over I would not be completely ravished by the enemy.
“Hey Stace, I'm glad you came. I was starting to get worried," Blaine said, calling me by my undercover name as he scooted to the edge of the bed and greeted me. He stood mightily to greet me and his dick bobbed up and down making sure to bring my attention to its attributes of perfection: a thick, lengthy shaft with a perfect mushroom head that looked handcrafted and delivered from the heavens, just for me…I meant, him.
"Uh…yeah." I cleared my throat. “I said I was coming. There was no need to worry, Blaine,” I said in a tone that bordered on edginess.
"Come on in and make yourself comfortable. I’ve already had a drink and got comfortable,” he said, obviously speaking of his nudeness. He reached for a robe as he stood. My eyes grew as he robed himself, missing the bareness of his smooth, succulent body.
“I’m not going to do anything bad, unless you want me to, Stace. You have my word,” he said as his eyes traveled the distance from my breasts to my thighs in quick succession. He walked over to me and caught my hand before pulling me hard into his rigid body. “Boy scout’s honor,” he added before flashing those beautiful teeth at me once again.
“Umm huh,” I said, taking a few steps backwards. Loosening the tie to my trench coat, which slipped off my body and fell at my feet, Blaine got his first shocker of the evening. Devoid of the coat, the fact that I was naked as my born day became evident.
“I chose a good one tonight. You get straight to the point,” he said with an enrapturing glint in his brown eyes that seemed to darken more than before.
A good one? He was such a fucking male thot.
“Yes. Am I doing too much?” I asked, smiling. He could eat me alive where I stood, and with my gun on the floor, I truly felt naked and vulnerable.
He bit down on his lower lip. “I’ve been waiting for this moment all night, so you’re not doing too much—not at all. I’m good and ready for that ass, Stace,” he said as his long arms stretched like antennas and wrapped around my waist. He tugged at me aggressively, pulling me into his strong arms.
I gasped at his roughness. It was alarming but erogenous in the very same instant. “I think I’m worth the wait," I said with a giggle.
“No doubt about that.” He slipped his hands down my back until he was cupping my butt cheeks inside his rough hands. “You bet your sweet ass that you’re worth it,” he said as he buried his face into the crevice between my breasts and squeezed my ass until I moaned through the pain of his grip. “Shit, you smell good, Stace. What is that you’re wearing?”
“Tory Burch. Glad you like it.”
“It smells great on you. Umph, umph, umph.”
“Thank you, Blaine. I didn’t know you gave compliments,” I tease, leaning away from him to look into his eyes. “So, was this is your idea of a nightcap?”
“I should be the one asking you that question, Miss I Have to Work in The Morning. It’s obvious that we’re feeling an attraction to each other and wanted to spend some more time together. This is just a small sample of what I’m going to give to you tonight.”
“I’m down for it.”
“Umph, you’re a fine woman, but I’m sure you hear that all the time.”
“I’ve heard it before, but not all the time,” I said, honestly. “Do you really like what you see?” I asked as I spun around three-sixty—a sensuous spin that said I knew the answer to my own question. His eyes looted and plundered my body with ripe desire as I moved.
Blaine touched the side of my face and slithered his fingers around until he was gripping the nape of my neck. He guided me closer to him and his lips came crushing down on mine. His warm, minty breath flowed and intermixed with my mine to create an erogenous zone for us both to live in the impassioned moment. I craved for the next swipe of his slick tongue as he greedily ravished my lips, tongue, and mouth.
A feeling of immense pleasure shot from my head and worked its way all the way down to my toes like an electrical current. I’d never felt unchecked pleasure in this way with any of my targets. A moan from deep within my soul poured out of my mouth. The guttural sound snapped me out of the allure of Blaine’s tongue, which was roaming around my mouth with delightfully precise intent. I throbbed to my core. Mind blown. I was gone off Blaine Broadnack and, no, I didn’t need to be.
Pull back and take control. The tiny voice in my mind was telling me what I needed to do. But when his hands eased down the sides of my hips, grabbed my hips and yanked me closer to him I was undone. He made the sweetest love to my mouth, darting his tongue in and out, penetrating me deep, willing me further into his glamour with every passing second.
I wasn’t supposed to kiss, much less have sex while being undercover, at least technically I wasn’t. But if something as beautiful as this moment I was sharing with Blaine helped get the job done, I was not above it. I only wished every perp could be as mind-blowingly seductive as Blaine.
“Stace, you are such a beautiful woman. You see what you’ve done to me,” Blaine said once he broke our kiss and fell back onto the bed with his dick standing mightily above him.
I reached into my pocket on the floor and grabbed my cell. I turned Pandora’s box to R. Kelly’s channel and Move Your Body Like a Snake came on. I slowly slipped into the undercover persona of the girl that men squeezed their dicks for as they fantasized about being knee-deep in between my thighs. Standing inside Blaine’s hotel room, I became a seductress that was ready for whatever. The admiration in his eyes as he watched me dance gave me ambition to grind a little harder. I smiled as I snaked my hands all over my body, rubbing my breasts and massaging my thighs ever so gently.
I placed my left red bottom heel on the edge bed and it sank into the plush white blanket. My legs were spread wide enough to give Blaine full access to the pinkness within my pretty slit. “Tell me I’m beautiful again,” I ordered teasingly as he began to stroke his hard steel with hunger in his eyes.
“Fuck yeah, you are the most beautiful girl in the world…It’s plain to see, you’re the reason that God made a girl,” he sang out in a tone close to the great Prince Rogers Nelson. “Oh man, I’m harder than a motherfucker and ready for you, baby.”
Blaine attempted to sit up on the bed, but I stretched my long, caramel tinted leg that had been planted on the bed and pushed him hard down onto the bed with my heel.
“Be patient,” I told him as I placed my leg on the floor, reached into my coat’s pocket and pulled out a roll of condoms and a small package of chocolates. I flung the roll out and observed each packet as I chose a size and color for him. “Safety first.”
“Oh, I’m going to punish you for being a fucking tease,” he said as he yanked the condoms from my hand and urgently opened a brown XXL. He slid it down his length in quick order. “Get over here.”
“There’s no need to rush, Blaine,” I said, laughing as I placed the chocolates on the be
d table. “This is going to last all night, isn’t it?” I asked with a raise of my brow, while biting down on my lower lip.
“All night, sweetheart. I’m going to give it to you all night,” he said as he stroked his latex covered manhood. “Let's start all night right now, Stace.”
I finally relented and crawled onto the bed and over to him. When he tried to pull me on top of him, I denied him once again. I reached over and grabbed a piece of chocolate. I placed the candy in my mouth and then straddled his lap. I brought my lips to his and his mouth opened to receive the chocolate. I kissed the corners of his mouth and then his cheeks and moved down to his neck.
He smelled good, like he’d showered before I came. He wore a touch of a cologne that I couldn’t identify. I had to fight the urge to kiss his succulent lips again, as I raised up and slid slowly down his condom clad shaft.
“Ummmh,” he said as he began to thrust up into me. “You feel so good…I can't believe how good you feel, shit. You’re going to make me cum in two point three seconds,” he said as his hot tongue teased my breasts.
I never took my eyes off of him. Watching his every move as he used my body as an instrument for his pleasure. “You like that?” I said as I moved to his fast rhythm. He thrust in and out of my body, his pace quickening with every thrust.
After a few minutes of bucking and fucking, racing toward the glorious O, I put my hand on his chest to slow his pace. I, surprisingly, wanted to feel every sweet inch as he entered and reentered my walls filling me to the hilt. He was good as hell in bed and the way he was holding his mouth made me want to kiss him, but I couldn’t…
Instead, I savored every mind-blowing sensation that I felt from Blaine’s hot shaft devouring me. My walls clutched tightly onto his shaft of its own volition, and I grinded, meeting his every move.
“This…feels…too…good. I'm cumming, Blaine," I said as a wave of orgasm swept over me, causing me to moan out the words.
“Ah, I’m coming too,” he said, holding me around the waist and slamming my hips down onto his cock. He soon filled the condom with his hot seed. "You should charge for this good pussy, baby," he said after we’d both deflated.
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