She stretched her arms overhead, pointing her toes, all that luscious pink skin on display. “I’m as safe as I want to be tonight,” she laughed. “Now, what are these options you’re exploring? Are you going to give me any hints?”
Chapter Five
He left her to her guessing and filled the large, round sunken tub with its very handy slanted step. He blessed Harlan’s designer while Bliss lay back against it like an indolent goddess and he washed her, worshipping every crevice and hollow with a nubby cloth and silky, melon scented soap. And then she insisted upon returning the favor. By the time he wrapped her in a bath sheet that could have doubled as a toga and carried her back to bed, she was all rosy and ready for more.
He tumbled her onto the bed, rolling her like Cleopatra out of the rug. Her head cradled on two pillows, she reached for him, her arms going around him when he covered her. He was never going to get enough of her mouth, he thought as he kissed her and she squirmed, sliding her lips away.
“I don’t know how you’re going to top public sex, Mr. Santucci but I’m more than willing to experiment some more,” she said, reaching between them, searching out his cock while she licked her lips, suggestively, “in the name of exploring all of my options, of course.”
“Feel like exploring?”
She wound her fingers around him, nudging the ridge under his crown with her knuckle. “Oh, yeah,” she said, working her palm farther down his shaft, massaging his growing length.
He lifted, straddling her on all fours and turning, his cock dangling above her lips. “I’m all yours.” She glanced between them and he smiled, knowing she saw the same picture in the mirrored wall that he saw, right before he bent over her pussy.
He touched the tip of his tongue to her clit, flicking it slowly as he lowered his hips and was drawn into her warm mouth. She suckled the crown, exploring the ridge with her tongue while her fingers played over his shaft, and she strummed his balls with the edge of her nails.
She took him all the way down her throat and he had to stop and grab two handfuls of the bed-sheet, bracing himself while he watched, mesmerized by the sight. He lifted his head so he could see her glistening pussy reflected back at him, her mouth on him, pulling him in, her hand pumping him.
He stroked the inside of her mouth, let her take as much of him as she wanted, his attention divided between their reflection and the sight of Bliss swallowing his cock. The idea of never having her again, never seeing her excitement, or feeling her arms wrapped around him while she came screaming, tripped him up and was the only thing that kept him from coming when she palmed his balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. He raised his hips slowly, teasing himself, feeling her lips grow slack as she gave him up. But she was grinning and crooking her finger at him. He flipped around and covered her, pressing into all of her softness.
“I want you to be able to taste yourself on my lips,” she whispered, chuckling as he lowered, kissing her.
He groaned into her mouth, tasting himself while he explored her lips, and the tender curve of her tongue as it dueled with his. He would have gladly stayed the rest of the night with his lips locked onto hers but he wanted more. He wanted Bliss to want more.
Bliss reached for him when he slid away from her mouth, but Nick, it seemed, was not to be deterred. He mouthed her throat and the hollow that bisected her collarbone, licked over her breasts, lifting them to his mouth, suckling one nipple while he massaged the other. She settled into the pleasure and let her fingertips drift over the wide expanse of his shoulders.
Her touch seemed to excite him more and she let herself be taken by the pull of his mouth. Sliding her fingers into his cool, silky hair, she couldn’t give up touching him. He kissed a path to her navel, pressing warmly against the little well where her belly-ring rested, tugging the delicate chain looping through it possessively before following the end down, toward the rose charm that rested above her clit. He pressed the tip of his tongue against the swollen nub of flesh and she rolled into the sensation.
He used one finger to separate her, and her inner lips twitched against it, quivering as he pumped into her, promising more. She traced the whorl of his ears, possessively, tenderly; drowning in the sensation of being filled but still wanting to be grounded, wanting to be aware that he was more than a mouth and fingers. More than an orgasm or the culmination of a fantasy.
She stroked his soft lobes while he lapped at her clit and slid another finger into her, then another, pumping her so sweetly she rose with each subtle request, lifting into his mouth and demanding thrusts, again and again until she came, and still he suckled and pumped, absorbing her wild thrusts and pushing her over the brink into another orgasm.
He didn’t move while she quivered beneath his mouth and hand, but followed her down as she spiraled, her last fluttering response, pulsing against him. She shuddered when he slid away, opening her eyes to find him poised above her, his face wet with her cream. She barely had the energy to utter a cry when he flipped her over and settled his lips over her butterfly tattoo, licking between the fairy blue wings into the cleft of her ass.
“Do you feel the need to negotiate your options?” he asked, his warm breath caressing her. “Are there any terms you’d like to discuss?”
She smiled into her pillow and bit her lip. “I’ve never considered…um, this option.”
“In all fairness,” he said, licking into her while she gasped and writhed. “Being in a position of power, I did leave the original terms purposely vague.”
She slid a glance over her shoulder and another shiver of excitement gripped her. “What position of power could you have been in when you decided the terms?”
His cocky smile intrigued her. “You put your hands between my legs when I laid you in bed and demanded to pay me back for saving you. You wouldn’t let go until I signed an IOU for a night of bad-boy sex on the back of an old pizza receipt.”
She frowned. “That doesn’t make any sense. I should have been the one to sign the IOU.”
“You were too drunk to make much sense but you wanted some sweaty, dirty bad-boy sex and I was about to come in my jeans. If I let you hold the IOU, you got to make up your mind whether or not that’s what you really wanted.”
“If I wasn’t positive you’re so drunk you don’t know what you’re doing, we’d be having sex. Hell we would have had sex in the car. You still want me when you wake up, baby you just have to call.”
She blinked, remembering all too clearly, her public meltdown, the strip-tease at Dawg House, and the police raid he’d saved her from. Then making Nick sign the IOU on the back of the first receipt she’d ever accepted from him. She’d held onto it for four years, keeping it in her underwear drawer until he’d tumbled her almost naked into her lonely bed, and left her there. With a promise.
For the first time that night she felt totally naked, and he must have sensed it because he flipped her back over and slid up against her.
“I thought you might call me before you left town. I was almost glad you didn’t,” he said, shaking his head. “I had a lot of responsibilities in those days and you would have been a distraction I couldn’t have resisted. If we would have hooked up then…”
It was her turn to shake her head. “I was mad at everyone that night because Elliot had dumped me, but when I woke up I realized that I was afraid of you. I was afraid if I called in your marker I’d be tempted to follow you instead of standing on my own two feet and making something of myself. I didn’t want to wake up one day and resent you because I didn’t have the guts to try. You were better as a fantasy.”
“And now?” he whispered.
She bit her lip when he pulled her pelvis closer, pressing his erection against her. “As a fantasy, you’ve exceeded all expectations, more than fulfilled your obligation.” She took a deep breath. “And I find myself wanting more.”
He kissed her hard and deep, “I think I can work with that. You still get to decide whether or not you want to consider t
he option left open by my last…suggestion.”
Once she would have listened to the dull little voice screaming a warning that he could disrupt her life for more than one night, make her give into the secret longings that whispered to her now. Nick Santucci still tempted her beyond the limits she’d set for herself.
“Remind me,” she said, ignoring the little voice that had kept her safe and alone.
She had a fleeting thought that her mouth was going to be swollen from so much kissing when he took it again, this time gently, almost reverently. He reached over her and pulled out the nightstand drawer, gathering a tube of serious looking lubrication and a condom. She rolled over, holding his gaze as he slid down her back and she spread her legs. He lifted her hips and rolled a pillow under her. She closed her eyes and heard him rustling the lube open.
His lips, familiar now, skimmed down her neck, her back, softly determined as they settled over the slope of her ass, and licked down the crevice. He spread her cheeks, blowing warm air against her. She shuddered, smiling once again into her pillow, sighing as he spread the thick lube in swirling circles around her puckered hole.
He slipped another finger into her pussy, and the sensation spiraled back and forth, her blood gathering, her pussy swelling as he slipped one oily finger deeper into her ass, and then another. She grabbed handfuls of the pillow, arching into the pleasant bite of two fingers strumming her to pleasure while a third lulled her. He nipped along her hip, one more distraction, but not enough to keep her muscles from gathering, her nipples from puckering. She tensed as the pressure built until it was almost painful and she began to thrust. He slipped his fingers from her, rolling her over in one smooth motion.
Sweat slicking his muscles, he looked hard, powerful. “Put the condom on me,” he growled, and she thrilled to his brusque command, reached for the foil packet and hands shaking, rolled it over him. Every nerve she possessed was poised to accept him while he drew his heavy erection down, positioned it along her slit and slid into her pussy, filling her, thrusting slowly, teasing her with another climb toward the release she knew he could give her.
She closed her eyes, meeting his thrust.
“Look at me,” he rasped, and she opened her eyes and saw the possessiveness she hadn’t been sure of before. “Why now?” he asked with one perfect stroke that lifted her from the pillow beneath her ass. He was stopping now?
“I wanted to know,” she gasped, grabbing at his arms for purchase. “I’d fantasized long enough, I wanted the real deal.”
“What’s the real deal for you, Bliss?” he asked, thrusting deeper, and stopping, “happily ever after?”
She laughed, a painful bark that ended on a sharp denial, bare and open. “Who comes to a ten year reunion looking for happily ever after?” she panted, caught between wanting more and wanting to know.
“Everyone,” he said, his breath soughing all around her as he lowered his head, kissing her, reaching for more than the brush of lips. “Me,” he whispered, and something inside of her broke, crumbled against every defense she’d ever had. She opened her mouth but nothing came out and she was aware of a single tear leaking from the corner of her eye.
He slipped out of her and she thought he was leaving her. She held on harder, gripping his forearms. Then he smiled and rubbed just the slippery tip of the condom covering the crown of his cock against her hole.
“You’re in a position of power right now, with your pretty ass up in the air and me waiting to see if you want to review your options,” he said, making wider circles until she relaxed, felt him poised and ready, nudging her entrance just enough to keep her attention.
“You’re trying awfully hard,” she gasped as he changed to a slippery up and down motion, “to convince me that you’re giving in to my demands.”
“I don’t want any mistakes about the terms,” he said, as the pressure to have him inside her built and she rotated her hips and pushed. His fingers dug into her ass and she felt herself open, his crown resting against her.
“You don’t see this as having an unfair advantage?” she whispered, her body quivering, wanting more, wanting him.
“You could have called in my marker anytime the past ten years. Why did you wait until now?”
“You already asked me that,” she said, squirming.
“That was a very old receipt, Bliss. We stopped using them your first year because the price went up. It was in your underwear drawer,” he said, panting, sweat beading his face, pouring down his chest, slicking his arms. “I thought you were going after a bra, and all the time it was an old receipt that you had to have kept for years.”
“Yes,” she whispered, negotiating for terms she wasn’t ready to put into words yet. Not with her body clamoring for release. She wanted him so badly she could scream, and Nick Santucci looked like he just closed a deal he’d been worried about.
She was in so much trouble, but she was ready. “Finish me now and I promise…we can negotiate new terms after we close this deal.”
“As long as you understand, we do need new terms,” he said and she felt him ease into her, and she was so ready she cried out and widened her legs, slipped them over his shoulders when he pressed closer.
He came down slowly, leveraging himself on his hands and she knew he was coming for her mouth. She held onto his arms and curled herself into his possessive kiss, the claim thrilling her as much the pleasure coiling through her body, tight and needy.
She licked a bead of sweat from the corner of his mouth, “Dirty, sweaty, bad-boy sex. I don’t think I’m ever going to get enough,” she gasped as his thrusts became faster and she couldn’t get close enough. He smiled down into her eyes and she laughed.
She felt him tighten, the cords in his neck distending, his fingers gripping her shoulders as he opened his mouth and suddenly she was at the top of the roller coaster. This time, his roar sending her tumbling into her own orgasm, and she held on because she knew she never wanted to let go.
He stilled, holding himself rigid and she knew he was waiting for her clutching tremors to subside. Waiting until the last bit of pleasure drained away. When he finally slipped out of her, he disposed of the condom and slid back into bed. He curled around her, spooning against her back, and said, “You do realize that you won’t be sneaking up Karen’s steps until about noon, don’t you? And even then I’m going to have trouble letting you go.”
She smiled, pressing a kiss into the crook of his elbow. “I think I can live with those terms.”
Chapter Six
Forty-eight hours later
Nick Santucci felt his phone buzz against his leg and smiled. Harold Stinson was smiling like he had Nick’s client, Emmanuel Jeffries over a barrel. But his father’s old business partner seemed to have forgotten one very important rule of business: people you’d already cheated knew how you operated, and adjusted accordingly. They were also fond of extracting a pound of flesh you wouldn’t miss until after the fact.
His phone buzzed again and he excused himself while Jeffries pretended to look over the contract he knew inside out. He could have checked his message in the hallway of Jeffries Industries but he slipped into an empty meeting room and flipped open his phone.
He smiled at the message and knew he’d negotiated perfectly.
IOU, many nights of come-fuck-me bad-girl sex. Sending you a ticket for fashion week in Milan. I know an elevator you’re going to love. Bliss.
Happily ever after never sounded so good.
The End
About the Author
I have never been a one size fits all kind of person. I love diversity, that spark of what makes each one of us unique.
Growing up in the Midwest was a learning experience. I was the girl who wore strange outfits to school, loved history and was usually the best buddy of the boy-of-my-dreams. You know; the girl they confided in about the girl they really liked. I kept wondering why they couldn’t figure out they’d be better off with me. Oh yeah, they were boys.
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br /> Don’t get me wrong, I adore men, and it’s a good thing. I have three of them! A husband and two sons who have kept me supplied with chocolate, wine and a good laugh whenever I’ve needed one. Did I mention that they cheered me on when they found out I was writing erotica? My heroes.
I can't remember a time when I wasn't making up stories! I think that inside of every writer there is a visceral need, a passion to create an entertaining story. Learning to channel that into a career took some time. Along the way I've met some really good friends and have been mentored by some awesome writers. They have my affection and respect.
I still live in the Midwest with my husband, who is also my best buddy. He makes me laugh on a daily basis. Both of our sons are happily pursuing their own creative careers, and oh yeah, I don’t have to wear pantyhose when I work. Who could ask for more?
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Lily Sutherland. No, Detective Lily Sutherland, a title she worked her ass off to earn, has returned to Heartwood Indiana for her ten-year college reunion. An ex-Lady Hawk, and a star athlete on the volleyball team, Lily used her competitive edge to win on the court. She dove into the male dominated world of law enforcement where she once again rocked the foundation and shot up the ranks to homicide detective in record time. As far as Lily is concerned, she’s just one of the boys until she reunites with Dakota Reese, the love of her life.
Special Agent Dakota Reese has always been too smart for his own damn good. Specializing in serial cases, Dakota attends his college reunion at Western Indiana University for what he believes will be a reprieve, only to discover that his life just became much harder…literally, when he see’s Lily Sutherland at the grand old Victorian down the street. Dakota and Lily had split amicably ten years prior, each of them marrying for all of the right reasons. Unfortunately, they married someone else, and were now both divorced. There’s a natural animosity between the cops and the feebs, but can Lily put their differences aside long enough for her ‘G Man’ to find her g spot and rock her world, forever?
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