The Complete Perfect Series

by Lindsey Powell

“Payback?”

  “Yes. Payback.” I smile and wait for it to dawn on him.

  “Payback for what?” Clearly, he isn’t quite there yet.

  “For this morning.” I see that realisation hits him, and he doesn’t look amused.

  “Okay, I get it. Very funny. You have made your point. Now, can you please let me out of these handcuffs?”

  “No.”

  “Why not?” He is not happy with how this little scenario is panning out.

  “Because, Mr Waters,” I answer, sweetly. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

  He stares at me as I start to remove my bodysuit. I make sure that I take my time as heat builds in his eyes. I slide the bodysuit down my torso and I place it to one side.

  I take a seat on the chair and I smile.

  “Now what?” he asks me.

  “Now you get to watch me whilst I pleasure myself.”

  “Oh, fuck no. Stace, you can’t do that to me. Come on, just let me out of these handcuffs.”

  “No way, Waters. I’m just finishing what you didn’t.” I bring my hand up to my neck and I slowly trail my fingers down my body until I get to my stomach.

  I pause my hand, and I spread my legs wide, giving him a perfect eyeful.

  He looks like he is going to pass out, but in a good way.

  I start to move my hand down lower, and when I let my finger brush against my clit, I let out a low moan.

  “Babe, please,” he pleads with me. “I need to touch you.” I ignore him and continue to stimulate myself. My hand moves in a circular motion, allowing me to slowly build up my climax. My breathing quickens, and my eyelids grow heavy. I won’t break eye contact with Jake though. The desire burning in his caramel pools is making me wet.

  “Stacey, please. I’m sorry about this morning. Just let me out of these fucking handcuffs.” Jake’s voice is urgent, but I refuse to answer him. I teeter closer to the edge of release.

  “Oh God,” I say breathlessly.

  Jake grits his teeth and I see his jaw flexing. He tries pulling his hands away from the headboard, but there is no way that he will be able to free himself.

  I increase the speed of my finger and use my other hand to tweak my nipple. Jake watches me open-mouthed as I reach my climax.

  My body convulses as I ride out my orgasm, and Jake watches on as I work myself down from my release.

  When I am finished, he opens his mouth to speak, but stops as he watches me put my finger in my mouth. I lick my own juices from my finger and moan in approval.

  “Ah, you are fucking kidding me,” Jake says, his voice still sounding urgent. “Please let me out of the cuffs now, Stace.”

  I sit there, in my post orgasmic state, relishing the feel of this moment. I have never done anything like this before, and I have to say, I loved every minute of it. I can tell that as much as he is annoyed that he can’t touch me, Jake has enjoyed my little show.

  I don’t think that he will be leaving me hanging again anytime soon.

  I stand up, pick my dressing gown up off of the floor and put it on. Jake is still staring at me, and I give him a smile.

  “I’m just going to go and get a drink whilst you calm down,” I tell him. I can see his jaw ticking.

  “Are you not going to let me out of these cuffs first?” he asks in disbelief.

  “Nope.” I turn on my heel and walk from the bedroom as he shouts out my name.

  I make my way to the kitchen and get myself a cup of coffee. Sitting at the kitchen island, I laugh to myself at how easy my plan was to pull off. I drink my coffee quickly. I might have wanted to teach him a lesson, but I actually don’t want to leave him too long. He’s frustrated enough as it is.

  I finish my drink and head back upstairs. Jake is lying there with his eyes closed. I walk over to the bed and open my bedside drawer. Jake opens his eyes as I produce the keys that will free him.

  “Have you calmed down yet?” I ask.

  “Yes.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.” He sighs. “Can you just unlock the cuffs?”

  I move to his left wrist and unlock the first cuff. I have barely unlocked the other one before Jake’s hands are grabbing me by my waist, and then I am pinned underneath him on the bed.

  “You’re a bad girl. Do you know how horny and frustrating your little performance was to watch? To not be able to touch you?”

  “I have a rough idea.”

  “The things you do to me.”

  “Well, maybe next time you will think twice about keeping me waiting.” I keep an innocent look plastered on my face, but let’s face it, I am far from innocent here. He chuckles, and I know that he has forgiven me for handcuffing him.

  “Noted.” He brings his lips to mine and kisses me, his movements slow and sensual.

  It doesn’t take long for us to forget about our game-playing as we get lost in each other, setting a precedent for what the remainder of our night together will entail.

  Jake

  I watch Stacey as she sleeps beside me.

  This woman mesmerises me.

  She excites me, pleases me, thrills me, but most of all she challenges me.

  The little performance that she put on earlier was mind-blowing.

  I have never experienced anything like it.

  I don’t know what, or who, brought this woman into my life, but I thank my lucky stars that she is in it. The women I used to date, or just sleep with, just used to fall at my feet. They were boring and un-exciting. They just used to hang on my every word and hope to God that they were going to be the one to make me settle down.

  Stacey is nothing like that.

  I love how unpredictable she is, and I hope that we never lose the chemistry that we share.

  Stacey turns and faces the other way, giving a little moan as she does.

  God, even her back is sexy.

  I get out of bed and go to use the ensuite. Even after our marathon love-making, I can’t sleep. I don’t want to disturb Stacey, so I decide to go to my office and check some emails. Maybe doing that will help tire me out?

  I switch the office lamp on, turn on my laptop and take a seat on my leather swivel chair. I wait for the computer to load and then I pull up my emails. Most of the ones that I check are just to confirm business meetings, a couple of them are junk mail, and then there is one that stands out.

  I inwardly groan as I see my brother’s name on the sender column.

  He only ever contacts me when he needs something, and that is usually money.

  I open the email, figuring that the quicker I read it, the quicker I find out what the hell he wants.

  Hey, bro,

  I know that we haven’t spoken for a while, but I thought that I would let you know that I am back in the area. Things didn’t work out in America. I’ve been back a few weeks and was hoping that we could catch up?

  You are my big brother after all.

  Hit me up via email and we can arrange a day and time.

  Laters,

  Brad.

  Oh, fuck.

  He’s back? Why is he back?

  I drop my head in my hands as I feel the beginning of a headache coming on. I’m not exactly close to my brother. His top priority in life is chasing after some skirt, normally resulting in him getting himself into stupid situations.

  Of course, I usually have to bail him out of whatever situation he has gotten himself into. I find his behaviour embarrassing. I just wish he would grow up and act his age. He’s thirty-one, so there isn’t a big age gap between us.

  We used to be close when we were younger, but as we got older, we drifted apart.

  I became a serious businessman and I think he resented me. I could never understand why though, seeing as he has a decent career himself. He is a general practitioner, and for all I know, he may have retrained to become a surgeon or something.

  Brad moving to America was a blessing. It meant that I wouldn’t have to worry about what he got up to next.
It’s a bit like the saying, out of sight, out of mind. I haven’t heard anything from him for two years. The day he left for America was the day that I thought that he was out of my life for good.

  Fuck, this means that I am going to have to tell Stacey more about him.

  That is a thought that I do not welcome. She knows limited information about Brad, and I wanted to keep it that way.

  Brad is a massive flirt and he won’t care about the fact that Stacy is my girlfriend, if he ever meets her. I should know, he has form. Brad doesn’t care who gets hurt, as long as he gets what he wants. He used to try and steal any girl off of me when we were younger.

  As we drifted apart, he seemed to want to have anything that was remotely linked to me. He succeeded in stealing a couple of girls from me. Luckily, they never meant anything to me.

  What irritated me was the way Brad treated me. I am his brother, and he should have just been happy for me. But no, he was incapable of doing that.

  There is absolutely no fucking way that I will let him take Stacey away from me.

  She is mine.

  I close down the email and decide to deal with it at a later date. I rub my temples, trying to soothe away the impending headache.

  “Babe?” My thoughts are interrupted by my gorgeous girlfriend standing in the doorway, naked. “What are you doing?”

  “I couldn’t sleep, so I was just checking some emails.”

  “Oh. You okay?” She rubs her sleepy eyes and stifles a yawn.

  “Yeah, I’m fine.” I smile at her to reassure her that there is nothing wrong. I don’t want to talk about Brad now.

  “Well, in that case, are you coming back to bed? I could do with a reminder of our earlier encounter.” She cocks one eyebrow at me.

  Fucking hell, she is outrageous.

  “Already?” I ask in disbelief, not that I will ever complain about her wanting to fuck me. She nods her head at me, and that is all the persuading that I need.

  I turn off the computer and the light and walk towards her. When I get to her, I grab her around the waist and lift her up. She wraps her legs around me and I can feel her wetness against my bare stomach. I place a kiss on her nose and carry her back to our bedroom.

  Oh yes, Waters, this girl is definitely a keeper.

  Chapter Eleven

  Stacey

  Jake has left by the time that I wake up. I stretch across the bed and my arm brushes against his pillow. I turn my head as I feel something on there, and I see that he has left a note for me. I pick it up eagerly.

  I left you to sleep after all the exertion last night.

  Rematch later? Call me when you wake up.

  I love you.

  Jake x x x

  I smile at his note. His personality is just perfect. He’s loving and sweet, as well as being powerful. I grab my phone from the bedside table and call him, but it goes straight to answerphone.

  Damn, he must be in a meeting.

  I scroll through the contacts on my phone and call Lydia instead.

  “Hi, babes,” she says as she answers the phone.

  “Morning, Lyd. I just wanted to see how you were feeling this morning?”

  “I’m good. Actually, I’m great. I’m seeing Paul after work tonight, and I’m going to tell him everything.”

  “Really?” I can’t hide the shock in my voice. I wanted her to tell Paul, but I thought that it may have taken longer than a couple of days for her to conclude that telling him was the only option that she actually had.

  “I’m guessing that you didn’t expect me to be saying that,” she says as she chuckles down the phone. At least she isn’t annoyed by my obvious shock. “I figured that, if I want to build a future with him, then I have to be honest with him. Well, that’s if there even will be a future with him after tonight.”

  “I’m sure it will be fine. Paul’s a good guy, Lyd.”

  “I know.” As she answers her voice is quiet and I know that she deeply regrets ever meeting that Callum guy.

  “If you need me at any point, promise that you will call me.”

  “Of course I will. And, Stace?” She pauses, and I can hear her voice crack a little as she says my name.

  “Yeah?” I prompt her.

  “Thanks for not telling Jake. I know that you don’t like keeping stuff from him. And thank you for being there for me after everything.” I know what she is referring to. I know that she still feels bad about the things that she said to me during her bad patch. As far as I am concerned though, it is in the past, and that is where it is staying. I hold no malice against her.

  “That’s what friends are for, Lyd.” I have nothing but love for this girl.

  “I know, but you have done more for me than anyone else ever has. Even if I don’t always realise that.” I smile at her words. “Oh, and I bumped into Martin yesterday. He told me to ask you about a pair of handcuffs.” I can hear the mischief in her voice.

  “Uh…” I’m lost for words, and Lydia starts to laugh.

  “I want details when I next see you, missy. There is no way that I am letting you keep that secret to yourself. Anyway, I best go, Nick is waiting to take me out for breakfast. Talk to you later, babes.”

  “Bye, Lyd.” I hang up feeling relieved that I didn’t have to tell her all about my sexual revenge plan over the phone. I will be having words with Martin when I next speak to him. He’s got such a big mouth sometimes.

  I get out of bed and get showered and dressed. I really need to get to The Den and do some bloody work.

  Jake

  Fucking hell, how is it only just half past ten?

  My day has already gone to shit, and I have hours left yet.

  The accounting department are really trying my patience. I dropped the idea of buying Charles Montpellior’s business when most of his clients left him and came to my company anyway. The only problem is, my accounting staff are snowed under and clients are being kept waiting. I pride myself on dealing with issues quickly and efficiently, so I need to figure out a plan of action on how to handle all of the extra work.

  The ideal solution is to employ more staff. I could leave it to the accounting manager to deal with, but I like to make the final decisions on who I hire and fire. Trouble is, I don’t have a free day in my diary for weeks. I know that I need to relinquish some control, but after successfully building up my business alone, it’s hard to let others take over.

  I grab my phone out of my desk drawer and switch it on. I need a distraction, but there is only one distraction that will be sufficient, and that is Stacey. The screen lights up and I am notified that I have a missed call from her. I call her back, hoping that she can lighten my shitty mood. The phone rings and rings and then goes to answerphone. I sigh and hang up.

  The buzzer on my desk goes, signalling that Valerie needs to speak to me.

  “What is it, Valerie?” My tone is harsher than intended.

  “I’m sorry, sir, I know that you are very busy, but there is a gentleman here that says he needs to see you urgently.”

  “You need to be a little bit more specific, Valerie. There are plenty of people who want to see me. What’s his name?” I ask, irritation evident in my tone.

  “He won’t say, sir. I have tried to tell him that you have no free time, but he says that he will wait all day if he has to.” She sounds a little nervous answering me.

  “Okay. Go ahead and send whoever it is in.” I sigh and keep my eyes fixed on my office door. I want to see who the hell needs to interrupt my time so badly.

  As the door opens and the guy in question comes into view, I immediately wish that I hadn’t told her to send him on in. I have a feeling that my morning is about to get a whole lot worse.

  “Hey, my man,” says Brad as he confidently strides into the room. He takes a seat in the chair on the other side of my desk and sits back, looking relaxed and comfortable. “It’s been a long time, brother.” His familiarity immediately pisses me off.

  “Yes, it has. So,
what trouble have you gotten yourself into now?” I decide to get straight to the point of why he is here. Brad makes a big show of pretending to be offended by my comment.

  “Now what makes you think that I would be in trouble?” His hand goes over his heart as if he is wounded. I roll my eyes at how dramatic he can be. He definitely missed his calling to be an actor.

  “Brad, the only reason that you ever come to see me is if you are in trouble. I haven’t seen or heard from you in two years, and here you are, casually waltzing in here as if we spoke just yesterday. Forgive me for side-stepping all of your usual bullshit and getting straight to the point.”

  “I came here to catch up with my bro. That’s all. No ulterior motive, I swear.” He holds his hands up in surrender and I raise my eyebrows at him.

  I don’t believe him for one second.

  “Uh huh.” I can’t be bothered to play along with his stupid games, so I decide to be blunt. “Look, Brad, I’m busy. If this is just a social call, then it’s going to have to be done some other time.”

  “Wow, things really don’t change, do they? Still the boring, hard-nosed boss man that you always were.”

  “A little ambition never hurt anyone.” I refuse to rise to his taunts.

  “I agree, but you are obsessed by it. Why don’t you just relax and take a chill pill once in a while? There’s more to life than work, Jake.” We have pretty much the same conversation every time that we see each other. I smirk at the fact that he doesn’t know how much fun I actually do have in my private life.

  “You’re not still pissed with me over Tara Benson, are you?” he asks, and I laugh at his ridiculous question.

  “Grow up, Brad. I couldn’t give a shit about you and Tara.” Tara is the girl that he took to America with him. The girl that I slept with once before she realised that I wasn’t going to settle down with her. Brad swooped in and charmed her, and she fell for whatever crap he fed her. If he thinks that I am pissed off by it, then he is sadly mistaken.

  “Just checking.”

  “Still as cocky as ever.”