She released him slowly, pushed his spent, shattered body from her and then went to the kitchen sink to wash her hands. Clayton rolled to his back on the dining room table and stared at the ceiling.
She spoke over her shoulder as she busily scrubbed herself clean.
"I think you're going to need a change of underwear and a shower Mr. Hargrave." She said with a hidden smirk. "That was quite a… " she searched for a polite word, "quite a heavy load you just released, don’t you think?"
He pushed himself up to his elbows and looked down at the stain all over his crotch. He didn’t have sex that often and he rarely masturbated so when he did deliver, the load tended to be quite full.
"You dirty little bitch." He said quietly.
Katy finished washing her hands and turned to him.
"I feel a bit more comfortable speaking to you now Hargrave. The score has even up a bit, wouldn't you say? You smashed my coffee cups and made me come on my kitchen counter, I smashed your dinnerware and made you shoot your load onto your dining room table."
He looked dazed.
"I made you come on your kitchen counter?"
Ridiculously, completely ridiculously, she blushed and turned away. It had been a slip of the tongue but it felt like some great admission. She hadn't come on her kitchen counter but her world had been rocked alright. Maybe that's why it felt as if she was spinning out of control with nothing to sure to hold onto anymore.
"Can we order out for pizza or something?" She said surveying the scattered fruits and greens. "Double pepperoni for Chrissake, because I am freaking starving!"
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When Clayton had showered and changed clothes and the pizza arrived, they sat down to eat together by the coffee table on the living room floor. Clayton was wearing just a t-shirt and jeans that looked unbelievably sexy on him for what they were and the look was a total transformation from the clipped, sharp as a scalpel blade impression that he gave in his business suits.
Suddenly the crazy, controlling, uptight, sexually obsessive billionaire seemed a million miles away.
Is it the change of clothes or being made to come in his pants that's made the difference? Katy mused, a slight grin playing across her lips.
She pulled slices of the pizza apart and scooped up a sloppy meat covered piece for herself.
"I guess you needed that, huh?" She gave him a mischievous look over the thick crust of her deep dish. After a day of near starvation it tasted like the best gourmet food imaginable.
"What are you talking about?" He said. She didn’t answer but continued to look at him with the same sexy, bold eyes.
"Oh that." He said. "You could say that. Although, I have to admit, it's a first for me and I'm not sure what I think about it yet."
"By the stunned look on your face afterwards I'd say it was pretty damn good." She said.
He looked shocked for a second but then relaxed into a smile. It was all new territory for him. Normally the women in his life were either very submissive or impossibly sexually aggressive, but this woman was a head-wrecking confusion of the two types he was used to.
"You really are something." He said, shaking his head. "So how about this. As you're completely different to anyone I've ever had in my bed before, I'm willing to change the rules a little, just this once and just for you."
"Oh really Hargrave? I guess I should feel privileged, but I think it's me who changed the rules here, not you."
"Do you ever just listen and try to hear what people are saying to you?" He said in exasperation. She shrugged her shoulders and took another bite of pizza.
"Whatever." He continued. "Here's the deal; you get to ask me a question, any question you want. I have to answer truthfully. Then I get to ask you a question and you have to answer likewise. Is that more fair?"
"Well, I'm not so sure. I don’t know if there's anything that I particularly want to know about you other than that you tend to come quite easily in your pants on top of your dinner guests."
"I'm being serious here Katy. Now is it a deal or not?"
She took another slow sip of wine and swallowed her mouthful of pizza.
"How do you make everything look so damn sexy?" He said in awe.
"Just a gift I have." She said playfully. "Okay, so what the hell. Let's play this kindergarten game and see who wins in the end." She said, lifting up her arms and pointing her two index fingers straight at herself. "I'm game. Let's shoot. I get to go first and that's a deal breaker."
He took a deep breath. She was infuriating, not least because he could feel his erection beginning to make itself felt again.
"I don’t like talking about myself much either you know." He said.
"Well now you'll get a taste of you own medicine Hargrave."
"Clay. Please just call me Clay."
"Okay Clay. So here's my first question, how many women have you given that perverted body search to in total. No omissions please."
"In total? Three. Not including you. So, four I guess would be more accurate."
Katy was amazed. She had been sure it would be more like four hundred despite what Angel had said.
"Now my turn. How many men have you violated in their own homes by forcing them to come into their own pants? No omissions."
"None. And that includes you. You were on top of me trying to fuck me. I, in fact, attempted to stop you by gripping you where it counts, but like any horny guy, it only made you worse."
He sighed. That mouth. So sassy he just wanted to fuck it right then and there.
"Whatever." He said.
"My turn. How many girlfriends have you had in your entire life?"
"Girlfriends…. I guess you could say… none really. Unless I count you. Are you a girlfriend?" He gave a ridiculously innocent smile that would have been enough to make the panties drop off most women, but Katy was well beyond that stage with him by now.
"You may know a lot about sex Clay," his shortened first name still felt strangely intimate on her tongue, in a good way, "but you sure do have a lot to learn about women. No. I am definitely not a girlfriend."
"Well do you wanna be one?"
"No. My turn."
"Hold on a minute, that doesn't count as a question!"
"Yes it does. Now here's my next one. When we met today you said I attracted your attention because my equipment had no electromagnetic signature, no digital print. I asked you to stop filming me with your geek glasses but then you said they had told you something about me that even all my 'cloaking' measures couldn't hide. Now I need to know what that is and you promised you would tell me if I came to dinner at your house." She looked down at the sloppy pizza. "So here I am eating dinner, of a kind, and this is your house. So spill it. What's the chink in my professional armor?"
"Those are two different questions. That's not allowed. I'll give you one answer for now. There is no chink in your professional armor. You just had back luck today. It's a miracle you got this far without being picked up by the feds or the NSA or whoever the hell else is after you. Now my turn. What is the most intense sexual experience you have ever had in your life. No omissions."
"That's not fair. You didn't answer anything. But I'll play your game. And I'll win."
She settled back to rake over her last serious long term relationship prior to going underground and off grid. He had been a nice guy, a geeky guy she'd met at MIT. The polar opposite of the anti-nerd in front of her. Her old boyfriend was really smart and nice as hell, but he wasn't quite as smart as her and he was passive to a crazy fault in everything sexual. She always had to initiate everything. Not that she had been short of possible boyfriends as one of only two girls in most of her lectures, but Rob had been the only guy she truly felt comfortable and safe with.
Sex had always been safe. Neither of them even liked the lights on for Christ's sake.
Before Rob there had been a handful of guys she had dated, some she had sex with and some not, but by and large they had been unsati
sfactory. Like it or not she had to accept the inevitable; what she had experienced tonight had been by far the wildest sexual adventure she had ever had in her entire life.
"I pass on that question." She said demurely.
Clayton waited for a while, watching her with his gorgeous, I-love-every-inch-of-you eyes.
"It was tonight, wasn't it? With me." He said.
She felt her color begin to rise, her face cooking up a slow burn.
"It's okay Katy, that's nothing to be ashamed of. I know my tastes are a little… off the beaten track but…"
"But I made you come in your pants on your own dining room table. Don’t you forget about that." She blurted out, sounding like a complete stranger to herself.
His eyes dropped for a second and then he nodded his head, smiled and returned his irresistible gaze to her.
"That you certainly did Katy and believe me, I will never, ever forget it."
"Good. Now it's my turn. I want to know what you feel for me." She shocked herself again with her directness. You've fingered me into a climax and I've had your balls in my left hand, so now that we've played those games, tell me where the emotions fit in? Or do they?"
"I'll be generous to you and answer two questions at the same time. Let's go back to the thing about you that all your cloaking couldn't hide."
"Okay, but I want an answer to my second question as well."
"It’s the same answer. When I saw you today I only had to take one look to know just how lost you are. All your hi-tech dark net hardware and Caltech training couldn't hide that from me."
The answer was like a slap in the face and was the last thing she had expected him to say. It made her incredibly angry for reasons she couldn't explain.
"I don't need my 'geek glasses' to see that. What I saw today and what I'm looking at right now is a hot, beautiful girl, smart as hell and all wrapped up in herself, shutting out the world in every way she can, even to the extent of using illegal technology to encrypt, cloak and hide all of her life away."
Her heart was pounding again while Clayton looked incredibly calm, as though he knew exactly what he was doing. He was back in control again.
"I also saw someone I couldn't walk away from." He continued. "I've been waiting my whole life to meet someone like you--"
"Stop." Katy said. "I want to change my question. I'm sorry I asked you that."
"It's okay, I want to answer."
"I don't want to hear it."
"Then that's my next question. Why don't you want to? Why are you so God damn hell bent on shutting the world out Katy? What happened to you that I don't know about yet? What is it my people didn’t find out about you?"
Katy prayed for him to stop. Another word and she would be torn in two. One minute he was making her come the next minute he was making her cry.
"What is it Katy?" He repeated softly. "What is it that you think you still can't tell me?"
The silence between them as he waited for her response rippled with intense emotion.
At last she whispered. "So much Clay, there's so, so much I just can't tell you."
He reached out and brushed her cheek lightly with his hand.
"You can tell me." he said. "I already know more about you than anyone else you've met in the last four years, right? And the sky hasn't fallen down, you're still here, still safe, still with me."
She nodded her head. It was true. He had achieved in one afternoon what no-one else in the last four years had succeeded in even coming close to doing. He was truly unique in her world, but did she dare to go deeper down this particular rabbit hole or not? After all, he was a mystery to her as well.
"If you can't elaborate then just answer yes or no, okay? If yes or no is too much then just shake your head when I'm off the mark. Can you do that?"
She nodded, slowly, every question left her more naked and alone than the last. She wasn't sure how much more she could bear.
"You entered the Witness Security Program for a very specific reason. Nadia Komerov was a very brave woman but even brave women have weaknesses and yours was your family."
Katy trembled while he watched, carefully gauging her reactions to his words.
"Although it was covered up you lost something. You lost a lot. The witness protection program didn't come soon enough to save your family."
Tears filled Katy's huge green eyes at the thought. He was stripping her soul bare and she didn't even need to say a word.
"Was it a friend? Your boyfriend?"
She shook her head.
"A family member?"
She nodded.
"Your mother?"
It was too much. The trembling of her limbs had become a constant shudder and now Clayton drew her in, enclosing her in his huge strong arms, rocking her from side to side. Since her mother had disappeared no-one had taken her into their arms like that. She had refused all comfort. The disappearance of her mother after she had agreed to testify had made her even more determined to see the case through.
"It's okay." He said. "I won’t let anything happen to you. But you have to tell me the truth about everything, absolutely everything if I'm going to help you."
She shook in his arms, torn between her need to confide in someone, her need to trust another living, present human being and her desperately ingrained need for secrecy.
She pushed him away again and rubbed her eyes clean of tears.
"You can't help me." She said. "Not even you can help me. It's too big."
"Just try me." He said softly, watching her intently. She was still shaking, still wondering if she could tell him the truth or not without hurting him. Her enemies were too many, too strong and he was just a business tycoon, albeit beyond wealthy and hands down the hottest one she had ever seen.
"It's not the mafia you're running from, is it?" He said. Her silence was all the answer he needed.
"You were too smart for them, too smart for Uncle Sam to just let you go live your life quietly somewhere in Idaho or Montana or wherever they wanted to leave you. The government wanted you to work for them. To spy for them."
She didn't move a muscle. If she didn't say a word it then it wouldn’t be her fault what the consequences were, but God she so didn’t want him to be hurt because of this.
"You had had enough of being controlled and manipulated and so you ran from them as well, the people who were supposed to protect you. The NSA must have been dying to get their hands on you, but instead of using your intelligence to help the US government spy on the whole world you decided you were going to help paying citizens avoid being spied on. And you've been extremely successful in what you've done."
He was close, so very close, but did he know everything? Absolutely everything about what they said she had done?
She waited but he didn't say anything else.
"Like I told you." She said. "I'm the best there is."
He watched her with those eyes, those damn eyes looking into her soul.
"The best there is, but maybe one of the loneliest too."
They held each others' gaze, watching, waiting.
"You have no idea." She whispered.
Clayton felt more intensely alive right now than he had in years. He was getting close, but there was something more, he was sure of it, something she was still holding back.
She's the one. He thought. This has to be the one.
He was no romantic and no believer in happy endings, but still this girl was the closest thing to perfection he had ever seen.
He moved closer beside her and against her weak resistance gathered her into his arms again.
"I just want to see her one more time." She whispered. "I don’t even know if she's alive or dead."
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When Katy woke up it took her several seconds to realize where she was and that old fear ran through. The same thing always happened when she woke up in an unfamiliar bedroom and didn’t recognize her surroundings. 'Is it another blackout? Has it happened again
?'
The room was still dark but dawn was breaking on the ocean through her bedroom window and slowly filing her room with the first light of day.
No. Images were coming back. There was no loss of time or of events. Her last memory was of being held by Clayton Hargrave and she had fallen asleep in his arms.
She pushed herself upright in bed and scanned the room. She was still in his home. She looked beside her. There was no-one. She must have fallen asleep in his arms and then he had put her to bed. She was still wearing her dress from the night before.
A massive hand covered her mouth and she began to struggle.
"Don’t say a fucking word. Don't fucking move."
She froze, recognizing the voice instantly. It was Angel.
"I'm not going to hurt you, I just want you to shut up. Got it?"
She nodded her head and he released her.
"You did good Katy. I've never seen him so happy. Now get your shit together so we can get out of here."
"He won’t be happy--"
"Shut up." He hissed. "Get your shit together. Don’t make me say it again." He pointed to a small bag he had for her but she shook her head. All she needed was her phone, cards, her bag. It was all she had left. That and the one hundred thousand dollars in the back of her car.
"That it?"
She nodded.
"This way." he said. The walk through the silent house was as hard as anything she had ever done. It would be another permanent goodbye to someone who she… who she what? She had met Clayton Hargrave less then twenty-four hours ago, what could she possibly feel about him. She stopped in the middle of the living area and looked back to the hallway that led to the bedrooms. He was asleep in there somewhere. Was he really finished with her? Was Angel right? She felt his huge hand push against her.
"Keep going." He hissed, but she didn’t move yet. She glared back at the hulking figure in the morning half light and stared defiantly.
"You're making a mistake Angel." She whispered to him.
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