Bandit: A Bonnie and Clyde Romance (A Shot of Scott Book 1)

by Ada Scott

  When most people thought of Jace Barlow, they thought of the multi-millionaire sitting in his office running a diverse portfolio of companies. As the head of such an empire, they probably thought he was decisive at the very least.

  Well, that was the understatement of the century. They didn’t know the half of it. I’d just been given a glimpse under the hood, at the unrelenting power that drove Jace to the heights he had achieved.

  It was intoxicating. Imagine going through life like that, knowing that you’re coming through like a freight train and people better get on board or get out of the way if they don’t want to get pulverized.

  When he sat down, he looked like he was still on edge from the encounter himself. So full of energy, he was practically buzzing with it.

  “Th-thank you,” I squeaked.

  His eyes! His eyes! They were on me again, drinking up all the bare skin they could see with no apologies for it.

  I remembered the button I’d undone and felt an electric pulse of excitement make my skin tingle as his gaze lingered there. When he brought his eyes back up to mine, that delicious sensation seemed to gather between my legs and I could feel my heart rate climbing.

  “Fuck this, c’mon,” he said, standing again.

  “What is…” I began as he took my hand and I was pulled to my feet.

  Jace ushered me in front of him towards the back of the restaurant, where the woman from the front desk was talking to the waiter who had been leading that couple, Mike and Liv, to their table. Not too far behind them were the doors that presumably led to the kitchen.

  “Sorry, sir, ma’am, I was just on my way over to see if there was anything I could-” began the waiter.

  “Not now,” said Jace, still urging me forward in the direction of the doors.

  “Sir, you can’t-”

  “It’s OK, Donovan. Mr. Barlow has an arrangement with the owner.”

  Poor Donovan didn’t seem to be having much of a day for getting full sentences out. Before I knew it we were through the doors and at the edge of a busy kitchen with celebrity chef, Luc Monette himself, barking orders through the steam and smoke.

  A couple people glanced up from what they were doing as we rushed through, Jace steering me to the right, but nobody said a word. Just around the corner from the kitchen was another door, and Jace reached out ahead of me to turn the handle, pulling it open and pushing me through with his hand on the small of my back.

  I wasn’t sure what I had been expecting, an office or a rear exit perhaps, but this was a dimly lit storage room. Shelves upon shelves of ingredients lined the walls on all sides, but other than that there was nothing in there except Jace and me.

  Turning to face him with a confused expression, I saw him close the door and then advance on me with such hunger on his face that my question faltered before it could escape me.

  Is he going to ki-

  Jace Barlow cradled my head with both hands, his fingers burying themselves in my hair as he tilted my head up and pressed his lips against mine. I opened my mouth to gasp in surprise but, as he was already mid-kiss, it only allowed him to kiss me more deeply.

  Even though he was leaning down, I was still up on the balls of my feet to meet his kiss. That thrill of excitement I’d been feeling ever since I felt his eyes on me grew to a powerful flutter that made me breathe in short shallow bursts as a million butterflies rioted inside my belly.

  Jace kept up his momentum and I was forced awkwardly backwards, our lips never losing contact with each other. My hands were on his stomach, feeling those washboard abs through his shirt as he steered me wherever he wanted to go, while giving me a kiss more urgent and primal than I had ever dreamed a kiss could be.

  One of his hands pushed harder than the other, and we went around a corner in a gap between two shelves until I felt my back hit the wall. Jace didn’t stop kissing me, if anything he kissed me harder now that I had nowhere to escape, forcing my mouth wide open and curling one hand around the back of my head, as he let the other hand trail down my arm, coming to rest at my hip.

  His knee pushed between my legs and his whole body was pressed up against me, pinning me against the wall, before he let our lips part. One time, I ran a half-marathon, I thought I was more breathless now, in this moment.

  My chest heaved against him and I stared up into his eyes, almost mesmerized by their intensity, their glowing desire. Every breath I took, his scent filled my world. Expensive cologne, money, and a faint undertone of masculine musk blended with the smell of some cinnamon on the shelf next to us. It was a heady mixture.

  I felt a pang of fear when his hand on my hip curled around to cup my rear end though my skirt. Flirt with him, my boss said, but this was quickly going beyond that, if it hadn’t already.

  “You are sexy as fuck, Kendall,” he said, giving my ass a hard squeeze.

  His intensity was almost enough to wash away a lifetime of self-consciousness, a lifetime of sexual invisibility, but how was I supposed to respond to that?

  All my life, I’d dreamed of being wooed with flowers, maybe a nice poem and a compliment about my eyes. This was nothing like that, this was raw lust, it was hot like standing in front of a furnace and I was completely out of my element.

  “Uh… thanks?”

  My uncertainty was blatant in my voice, and I hated the inexperience that put it there. My sisters would know what to do in this situation, and my friends would too.

  Jace bent down to kiss me again, and I had no choice but to let him take the lead. My jaw worked in time with his, my head tilted and moved in rhythm with him. I felt the tip of his tongue touch mine and moaned softly in the midst of the kiss, surprised at the gentle touch in the middle of that wanton passion.

  It was like a drug, feeling all that attention focused on me from a man like Jace. I was supposed to be here getting the kind of interview that would make or break my career, but the mysterious multi-millionaire seemed to have a one-track mind, and he was intent on taking me along for the ride. Where was that professionalism I’d been so worried about earlier?

  His hand left my ass, sliding around to my side again and heading up towards the small swell of my breast. This was going so fast, an edge of panic made my heart beat even faster, and I put my hand on his wrist, holding his arm down before he could make it all the way.

  He didn’t even pause, he grabbed my wrist and pushed it down, down, down, and I realized only a fraction of a second before it happened what he was doing. Before I could react, he held my hand against a huge bulge at the front of his pants.

  I broke the kiss and looked down with a quiet yelp of surprise. I couldn’t see anything, our bodies were still pressed too close, but I was jolted by another spark of that electric excitement between my legs, stronger than any of the others.

  I’d never seen what was under my hand in real life, let alone felt one. I supposed I still hadn’t seen one, but the very shape of it, the hardness, spoke to my body without words, and my body spoke back.

  This is IT! This is what you’ve been missing your whole life!

  I could feel my hand shaking, trapped between Jace’s palm and his manhood as he held me there, moving my arm up and down almost imperceptibly to stroke his hard shaft through his pants, using me for his own needs. An ancient, animalistic, part of my brain was screaming with desire, shouting down my inhibitions and better judgements.

  Let him do what he wants, it said.

  The tall, dark, and tattooed man let go of my wrist. As I looked back up at him I saw the corner of his mouth raise in a self-assured smile as I left my hand on that hard bulge of his, and even kept on stroking it a little.

  “Good girl,” he whispered.

  He was so close to me, every breath he took puffed out warmly on my face, as mine did to him, and he resumed that upward exploration across my stomach, heading towards my breasts.

  As he got closer and closer, my brows knitted in apprehension. Would he be disappointed if, when he touched them, he fo
und that, yes, they really were as small as they looked?

  I felt his fingertips tracing the underside of my left breast, and then his palm was over the entire thing, giving it a squeeze almost as hard as when he had grabbed my ass. I watched his face for signs of being let down, but he didn’t seem to be.

  When he let out a deep sigh of appreciation, I could have almost cried with relief. I pushed my chest against his hand as he continued to squeeze me, and my nipples were so hard they almost hurt every time he did it.

  What was this feeling? Was this what it was like to feel… sexy? Wanted? Desired? I could have swam in this euphoria forever.

  His other hand moved from behind my head and without warning, he ripped my shirt apart, sending buttons flying in every direction.

  “Hey…” I protested, weakly.

  With a snap of his fingers behind my back, like a magician’s trick, I felt my strapless bra go loose and the cool air on my skin where it had hugged so tightly. He pulled away for a second, letting it drop to the floor, exposing my breasts to him for the first time. To anyone for the first time.

  “Oh fuck yeah…” he breathed, dispelling my next wave of insecurity before it could even crest.

  Leaning down even lower, he took one of my pink tips into his mouth and sucked it in, flicking his tongue across it and making me squeal quietly. I ran the fingers of my spare hand through the hair on the back of his head, cradling him against me and pushing myself against him as hard as I could.

  Every flick of his tongue, of which there were countless, sent a spark of pleasure into my body and elicited a similar sensation from between my legs, both seeming to feed a ball of ecstasy that was growing in my belly. When he moved his head back, pulling my nipple a little before it popped out of his mouth, I offered the other, eager to repeat the experience.

  His stubble was rough against the soft skin of my breast, contrasting with the wetness of his tongue in a way I could never have anticipated. As he sent surge after surge of intoxicating pleasure into me, my other nipple, hard and wet, cooled in the air.

  Over the years, without anybody else to do it for me, I’d… taken things into my own hands before, to say the least. Nothing that I’d done alone in my room in the dark could compare to what I felt growing inside me at this moment.

  Without having even been touched between the legs, Jace was making me more excited than a million lonely fantasies ever had. The only thing holding me back from climaxing was the thought of how embarrassing it might be.

  If I did that, he would know I’d never been with anybody. He would know I wasn’t a sexual conquest to be prized. That was what guys liked, wasn’t it? The girls everybody wanted?

  Almost as if he read my mind, Jace stopped sucking my nipple and stood almost to his full height again, drawing me upwards in another deep kiss as my bare nipples rubbed against the front of his shirt.

  I felt his hands moving between us as he unbuttoned that shirt and shrugged it off while our lips were locked together, and then my hard nipples were pressed against his bare skin. Tentatively, I let my hands roam all over his torso, feeling the power in those rock hard muscles.

  When our lips parted, I let myself look at that body. Up close and personal, I could clearly see those same tattoos I’d spotted during my afternoon of research on the internet and those muscles that looked like he’d been sculpted from stone. I could also see various scars that hadn’t shown up in the long-distance photos. He had more than I could imagine any other businessman having.

  I looked up and felt a flush rising on my cheeks when I saw he was watching me explore him. It was like he knew he had me hook, line and sinker.

  Jace lowered his lips to my neck and sucked hard enough that I imagined there was no escaping a love bite I’d have to explain at work the next day. Work! This could cost me my internship! Oh my gosh, this whole night was dangerous… but he was so damn hot!

  While he sucked on my neck, that same stubbly sensation making me shiver again, I felt his hands at my hips, slowly bunching up my skirt. The hem was just above my knees… halfway up my thighs… my panties were exposed.

  Reluctantly, I took my hands off his hardness and tried to push my skirt down again. Hot or not, this was too fast. I wasn’t this kind of girl, was I? He couldn’t change me that much in a single day, could he?

  “Wait,” I panted, as he ignored me and my skirt kept bunching up. “I can’t… I’m-”

  … a virgin!

  I couldn’t bring myself to say it.

  “Shhhh,” he hushed.

  Taking hold of both my wrists, he raised my arms up over my head and held them in one of his big hands, pinning them against the wall before slipping the fingers of his other hand under the waistband of my panties.

  That’s when I realized just how completely soaked my underwear were. I tried to wrestle my arms out of his grip, but he was just impossibly strong, and I was held there as surely as if I’d been handcuffed to a metal ring in the wall.

  Oh no… what’s he going to think when he feels that slippery mess? Is it normal to be that wet?

  His middle finger slid over my clit and my knees buckled. For a second I was only held up by the arms he had pinned against the wall before I was able to bear my own weight again.

  That finger slid easily between my folds, my own natural lubricants made sure of that, and when he pulled it over my clit again, I felt my thighs quiver. Over and over he caressed my most private place, exploring me far more thoroughly than I had explored him, as if he owned my body.

  Hell, maybe he did. My hips bucked against his touch, instinctively searching for the release my body knew he could give me. He seemed to know what I was trying to do, and took some pleasure in teasing me, rubbing hard, and then soft, then simply tracing a finger along my labia when he thought I was getting too close to an orgasm.

  It was crazy, delicious, torture, and it wasn’t long before I was writhing in desperation. My mind was almost broken with the sheer need for that orgasm.

  I was so far gone that I didn’t even remember to be worried when I felt his finger slip inside my virgin tunnel. The tip slid in as far as my hymen and then Jace went still. That’s when I remembered.

  I looked up at him, panting and with a sheen of sweat on my forehead, terrified to see what I’d find there, but it wasn’t disappointment. If anything, he looked even more insatiable as he leaned down to whisper harshly in my ear.

  “I… am going… to fuck… you so hard…”

  With that, he let my arms go and they flopped at my sides. I couldn’t lift them after having them pinned above me for so long. They hung limp and useless, with faint pins and needles tingling on my skin as he slowly lowered himself to his knees.

  Jace planted kisses as he went down, between my breasts, on my navel, every touch of his lips like a zap from a pleasure wand. I was panting from excitement, my mind reeling from how fast everything was going, but I held my breath when he was down on one knee.

  The lower limits of my skirt were bunched up at about his eye-level. Even if he hadn’t already known because he just had the tip of one finger inside me, now he would have seen how obviously wet my panties were. I quivered timidly as he reached up and curled his fingers around the waistband of my underwear and pulled them down, his eyes laser-focused between my legs, demanding his first glimpse of my most private place.

  I felt the cool air on my labia as my virgin sex was exposed to a man for the first time. With my panties around my ankles I expected him to stand again, to bring his expert fingers back to my little blast-off button and send me to where I needed to go, but he didn’t.

  Instead, I felt him pull one of my legs until it was draped over his shoulder, ensuring that I was bared to him in the most intimate way possible. I reached out and grabbed for the shelves on either side to help with my balance, as he curled his hand around my thigh and kissed upwards along the inside.

  That teasing stubble tingled perilously close to my tender opening one last ti
me, before slowly licking the full length of my slit. My weight-bearing leg gave way and I closed my eyes as I moaned and dangled from my grips on the shelves for a few seconds.

  Jace made a more appreciative sound than he had on his first bite of the main course, and moved his hands along the back of my thighs to cup my ass as I got my leg underneath me again, pulling me against his mouth as he began to lick and suck at me with an enthusiasm I’d never dreamed of. When another full-length lick ended with a flick across my clit, I moaned with complete abandon, letting go with one hand to bring my fist to my mouth and muffle the sounds he was forcing out of me.

  His tongue delved as deep as his finger had, drawing out ever more of my slick juices, before moving back to my clit and concentrating its considerable firepower there. A squeal that was beyond the stifling power of my fist escaped me, and I moved that hand to the back of his head, unable to stop myself from pulling him against me and writhing against his mouth.

  A tiny rivulet of my arousal tickled its way down my inner thigh, and I felt that ball of energy in my belly grow to critical mass. When I looked down at the multi-millionaire furiously licking between my legs, I could hardly believe they were my legs.

  The view was so foreign to me that it was difficult to shake the strange notion that I was watching a video of some other girl, one of the popular girls. But as the edges of my vision blurred, there was no denying that it was me feeling the pleasure.

  I squeezed my eyes shut and reached out to the shelf again, as the first orgasm given to me by another person put all my previous ones to shame. Jace’s lips and tongue were a blur of sensation, the pleasure they provoked thrummed through my body and I was in no position to gauge how much noise I was making.

  Just when I thought I was about to explode into tiny pieces of ecstasy, I felt my climax begin to fade. I looked down at Jace again through partly opened eyes. He was still vigorously licking me, making sure that every last trace of my orgasm was coaxed out.