“Good,” he gasped. “I’m sorry I won’t have as much for you this time around.”
“I know how to get the maximum amount out of a guy.”
He watched her wet an index finger. He grinned when she squeezed his balls lightly and traced the ridge between his balls and his anus. He didn’t try to keep his eyes from widening when she found his anus and entered.
She paused. “Do you like a woman’s finger in your ass?”
“Yes.”
“That’s nice,” she breathed, easing her finger farther as his outer ring opened under her insistence. “There’s your prostate gland,” she announced with pride, as if he might not have known where she was. “Hike your knees up a little.”
He did, and she began fucking his ass, keeping time with her other hand on his cock. A groan escaped his lips. She stopped.
“Damn.”
“Have you ever had a woman enjoy doing this for you as much as I am?”
He shook his head. There wasn’t time to traipse through his memory of all the women he’d known. Some had jerked him off, but he couldn’t recall anyone, at least right away, who seemed to take such a perverse enjoyment in it.
Slowly she regained some pace. “Have you ever had a woman fuck you with her strap-on?”
He puffed air from his full cheeks and shook his head. Surely she didn’t think they had time for another break. If she left him hanging, he’d have to finish himself off.
“Just asking,” she said softly. “Hang around me long enough and I’ll treat you.”
Jared kept his fingers locked behind his head. He tried to think of anything but Kitty Paige wearing a strap-on.
She tilted forward, gripping his cock tighter. If anything, she managed to sink her finger deeper in his ass.
He swallowed hard as she became a blur. He was streaking toward a climax that might indeed rival the earlier one. He wasn’t going to be responsible for his actions if she stopped again.
“He’s coming,” she squealed, “I can feel his surge building. There’s the first drop.” Her movements became smooth as she no doubt anticipated her reward.
“Come for me, baby,” she cooed. Her finger rotated wildly in his butt. “Come for Kitty.”
“You got him,” Jared shouted, bucking against her movements. She made no effort to stop him this time.
“There he blows,” she squealed.
He lost track of his initial spurts shooting high and then she leaned over, taking the rest of his come on her tits and belly. Her hands remained active until he shook his head. “There is no more,” he growled. “Son of a bitch, you’re some kind of a woman.”
She chuckled before taking his slackening cock in her mouth to clean him. When she let him drop from her mouth and withdrew her finger from his butt, she rubbed his whiteness into her skin as if applying body lotion. “No one has ever accused me of being a man,” she said playfully. She winked. “You surpassed my expectations. I didn’t think you’d have that much left.”
“You enjoy playing the bad girl, don’t you?”
She stretched out across his chest and nipped at his chin. “How do you know I’m playing?”
“I don’t, for sure. I’m guessing.”
She propped herself up on an elbow and grinned. “And do you have a remedy for bad girls?” She waggled her butt suggestively.
He took the hint and swatted her bare butt with enough strength that she flinched. She leaped off him and off the bed. He frowned, certain he hadn’t slapped her that hard.
“I’m going to take a shower and clean up.” She held up her palm as he tried to stir. “Alone.” She lifted the hand he’d used to spank her bottom to her lips and kissed its palm. “I do believe I’m going to enjoy playing bad girl with you again.”
Jared watched the blonde disappear into the bathroom and close the door behind her. He threw his arm over his eyes and groaned softly. She was going to be a handful.
He’d expected her to push him some, but she was going beyond his expectations. If she wanted to play with him, he didn’t mind the idea of playing with her.
Why was she so intent on shocking him? At least he thought that was what she was trying to do. Was she telling him he could have her body any way and every way, but that was it? Was she trying to make him think she was simply a woman who only thrived on the edge? He knew she was capable of much more—not that it really mattered to him. Still, he knew she was a woman of considerable depth beyond sexual prowess. She was an incredibly successful businessman. He knew her daughter, so he knew Kitty was a fine mother. He sighed. And she was damn inventive in bed.
He didn’t mind being the current beneficiary of her talents, but it niggled at him that she seemed so protective of the rest of herself.
Kitty Paige was turning into a challenge in unanticipated ways. Jared studied the ceiling. Maybe that was part of the definition of a challenging woman—she was often doing the unexpected.
CHAPTER FOUR
Mid-morning, Jared snapped his laptop shut. Commodities were skyrocketing around the world—particularly copper, gold, and platinum. He yawned, giving his suite a once over. He didn’t expect corporate spies to emerge from the woodwork, but he’d learned the hard way about corporate espionage.
His computer was as secure as money could buy. No one could be trusted, including hotel housekeeping staff. He locked his computer in a special wall safe.
How about lovers? He grunted an epithet. He’d learned that lesson the hard way, too. Repeatedly. They couldn’t be trusted. Period.
He picked up the morning newspaper and flipped through it. Concentrating on the words proved difficult—not that the news was so bad. He leaned back briefly, closed his eyes and flexed his fingers.
Was Kitty Paige purposely trying to get under his skin? Damn, she was a dynamo—in and out of bed. She went hot and cold like a poorly made heating blanket. She hadn’t invited him to stay the night. He wasn’t about to ask. He’d finally called a taxi.
Looking perhaps a little awkward, she’d explained she had an early closing to attend this morning. Maybe she did.
She seemed so protective. Of what? He didn’t think he’d ever been with a more sexually aggressive woman than Kitty. She seemed to delight in being at least one step ahead of him. Did she really think she could shock him? And why would she want to?
Jared smoothed out his mustache. He might yet come up with a thing or two to surprise her.
She hadn’t even indicated any surprise that he’d flown to Chicago. She had to know the horses were only a smokescreen to get close to her.
Close. Jared set the paper aside. He’d never forget the vision of his woman in yellow propped against the entryway door wiggling her lovely ass at him. He’d purposely not removed her yellow top. He’d dreamed so much about her wearing yellow, it seemed perfect that their first mating would take place with her in yellow.
He wet his lips remembering how her anus had been nearly as open to him as her pussy. She’d made it clear on the phone she had nothing to offer him that hadn’t been used. He sighed heavily. She hadn’t failed to excite him with the two orifices they’d already tried out. He was sure the third would be no less intoxicating.
And damn, that was part of what bothered him. Kitty Paige was intoxicating. She was a walking aphrodisiac, and he wanted more. He needed more. Damn it, he’d demand more.
But he wanted more than her mouth, her asshole, and her pussy. He wanted a small window into who the hell the woman was. He wasn’t looking for anything long term—good God—but he prided himself that with few exceptions, the women he’d loved knew they’d been loved, for a time. Raw sex—superb sex—without some emotional bond, however fragile and temporary, was not enough. At least not for him. How could it be enough for Kitty?
He checked his watch. She’d agreed to meet him for lunch. That might mean they’d actually have a chance to talk about something other than sex.
Jared rose from the chair and chuckled at the irony. It was u
sually he who was trying to smooth talk his way into a woman’s panties.
- o -
Kitty adjusted the dark sunglasses as she got out of her car. She smoothed out her canary yellow mid-thigh skirt and straightened the collar on the pale blue blouse. She paused to undo one more button, smacked her lips and then set off for the restaurant to meet Jared for lunch. The clack of her yellow high heels announced her arrival and her breasts bobbed freely with each lengthening stride. She grinned as men and women stared at her.
What did they see? What were they thinking? Did they see a successful business woman? Did they see wealth? Did they see class? Did they see a hot woman on the prowl?
They see a whore!
Somewhat shaken, Kitty avoided stumbling. She paused, heaved a sigh and looked quickly around. Fuck you, Daddy. She hadn’t heard his voice for years. She certainly didn’t have to start that up again. She’d paid thousands of dollars to shrinks to erase those tapes from her brain. Why now?
She ran her fingers through her curls one more time, squared her shoulders, and stepped through the restaurant foyer. She immediately spied Jared waving at her from a corner booth. He stood when she approached the table. She grazed his cheek with her lips and took a seat across from him. Unsure whether the shock of hearing from her father again still registered in her eyes, she left her sunglasses in place. If that bothered Jared, he didn’t say anything. Ever the gentleman. That was beginning to irk her. Was he ever not a gentleman? Even when he slapped her bottom, he’d done that with finesse.
“Busy morning?” he asked politely.
She nodded. “Harried. Things seldom go as planned.”
“Or as they appear,” he chimed in.
Was he alluding to her? She was too rattled to play games. Maybe she should’ve cancelled lunch. She placed the sunglasses on top of her head to read the menu. Blinking at the blurring words, she fought for control. She’d make this a quick lunch. She had to get away so she could think. Should she call her shrink?
She glanced up at Jared, who seemed intent on studying her every move. That didn’t matter. No matter what she or he wanted, she couldn’t run away with him this afternoon. She had things to take care of. She swallowed. She’d pay him back tonight—if she hadn’t freaked out by then.
After they placed their orders, Kitty set out to make her plans clear. “So will you be going to the track this afternoon?”
“You trying to get rid of me?” Jared’s face remained passive and he waited for a response.
“No. Of course not,” she stammered. “It’s just that I’m terribly busy today.” She pouted. “You didn’t warn me you were going to show up on my doorstep.”
“Like a stray dog,” he quipped. “Kitty, I understand you’re busy. Believe me, I know what busy is. And you’re right, maybe I should’ve called before I flew out here. But the idea of surprising you seemed to have lots of merit.”
She reached across the small table and squeezed his fingers. “And I was surprised.” She wet her lips. “Pleasantly surprised. But…”
“But you’re terribly busy.”
She nodded.
“Am I cutting in on some young Turk’s territory? I can get out of here, if that’s what you want.”
“No!” She lowered her voice. “It’s not you. And there’s no one else—at the moment.”
“Sort of caught you between lovers, I guess.”
“Something like that.” She tilted her head to the side. She had to be careful. She could blow whatever they might have cooking with the wrong word or even look.
Mercifully their sandwiches arrived, giving her a little more time to collect her bearings. She watched him take a bite of his ham and cheese and held back a groan, remembering the feel of that mouth tugging on her pussy. Damn. Damn. Damn. She wasn’t ready for him to fly back to California if he wanted to stay.
“Fridays are one of the busiest days,” she explained. “It’s a big day for new listings. Most banks are closed on the week end.”
“And…” His lips twitched.
Could he possibly know how much that damn little moustache tormented her? “I have an open house for a few hours Sunday afternoon—otherwise my weekend is fairly clear, if you’d like to spend more time together.”
“That’s something, I suppose. So am I to be your houseguest, or do I commute from the hotel?”
She looked quickly down at her plate. He was pushing her—she liked the freedom of having her own space. And it was nice to know she had her home if things didn’t go well.
She peered back at Jared. He sat there poised and cocky. She knew he was toying with her. He was daring her. Damn him.
She nodded her chin slowly. “House guest,” but she quickly added, “only if you agree that you’ll leave as any gentleman would if I ask you to.”
He nodded. “The lady strikes a bargain. So you believe I’m a gentleman.”
“Aren’t you?” She couldn’t decipher the emotion flickering across his dark eyes.
“You’ll have to be the judge of that. So I understand you’re a preacher’s kid.”
Kitty gulped and searched her purse for her smart phone. “I forgot to enter an appointment,” she said with a slight tremble. When she finished with the entry, she stowed the phone back in her purse and lowered her sunglasses.
When she glanced back at Jared, he had that damn amused look on his face. “Oh,” she said, as if she’d forgotten his question. “Yes, my dad was a preacher.”
“That must’ve been like growing up in a fish bowl.”
She shrugged her shoulders and picked at her French fries. “You get used to it.”
“Yeah, like you can get used to anything.” He leaned back in the booth and appraised her. “You must’ve been a handful when you were a teenager.”
A chuckle broke her lips. “Long before that.” She scowled. “So how do you know so much about me?”
“I know your daughter, remember?”
“Oh.” Her stomach clenched and her lungs froze. What had his son said—probably most every man attending the wedding would’ve slept with Susan. Good God! She’d never seriously thought Jared might’ve been one of those men.
She shoved her shaking fingers under the table. “I’m sorry,” she said as calmly as she could, “but I really have to go. I can’t think straight at the moment. There’s just too much I have to do this afternoon.”
Jared stood as she slid out of the booth. “So am I still invited to come by tonight? We could do dinner.”
“Of course,” she mumbled, not wanting to look at him directly. “I’ll be ready by seven.”
She scurried away from him. Her high heels no longer echoed power, but rather, retreat. By the time she reached her car, retreat sounded like a great idea. Retreat from her work, retreat from her daddy, retreat from Jared. But she knew from experience she could never retreat from herself.
She’d made one decision on the way out of the restaurant. Before she gave herself to Jared again she’d know whether he’d fucked her daughter. If he had, she’d pay for the taxi that’d take him out of her life.
- o -
Back in the restaurant, Jared nibbled on a French fry, not at all certain he fully understood what had just transpired. Kitty had been strung like a taut banjo when she’d joined him. He did understand how days could get away from you.
He scowled at the door she’d just gone thorough. Not everyone trusted him. That was a fact of life. He’d earned distrust often enough, but what the hell had he done to Kitty Paige to earn hers? He’d romanced her from a distance and then had shown up—admittedly, unannounced. She’d certainly seemed eager to please him last evening.
Was she having morning-after thoughts? Wasn’t it rather adolescent to try to hide behind shades? And why such a tortuous response to his simple question about growing up a preacher’s kid? He’d had a buddy in high school who’d been a preacher’s kid. Clearly he’d seen some pluses, but there were also the obvious minuses of church people exp
ecting the kid to be a saint.
He smiled. Somehow he didn’t think Kitty had ever been confused with a saint. He raked his fingers through his hair. Maybe his question hadn’t been so simple. Her family probably hadn’t been overly pleased with the daughter becoming an out-of-wedlock teenage mother. But they must’ve gotten their heads around that. Susan had turned out to be a delightful young woman. Surely, Kitty must have had lots of support raising the girl.
Jared smoothed out his mustache. He hadn’t meant to pry. He’d thought they’d share some small talk. He’d ask her about her childhood days and she’d ask about his, and then they’d move on. Simple. Apparently, not.
He reached for the bill and glanced at his watch. He’d already missed the opening race, but he’d head out to Arlington anyway. That was closer to where he expected to spend the night.
He smiled. That was definitely one thing to look forward to. He hoped Kitty didn’t wake up in a foul mood every morning.
Precisely at seven that evening, Jared rang her doorbell. He tried to hide his surprise when she opened the door. She stood in front of him with the most helpless, forlorn look. She was hardly dressed for going out to dinner, or for seduction. She wore yellow shorts and a paint splattered man’s shirt.
Silently, she led him directly to the kitchen. It was only then that he noticed she was barefoot. No high heels. No nothing. She probably had no idea how sexy she looked in those tattered clothes with bare feet. He used extreme control not to lay her over the dining table. She didn’t look like a woman with love on her mind.
She poured them each a cup of coffee. He figured he could use something stronger than that.
“Sit,” she ordered. “We need to talk.”
He sat. It was never wise to argue with a woman until he knew what the hell she was going to argue about.
Kitty remained standing. Her hands trembled slightly as they brought her coffee mug to her lips. She set the mug on the table and laced her fingers at her waist. “I don’t know how else to ask. So I’ll just ask you straight up. Have you fucked my daughter?”
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