A Dangerous Game (52 page)

"That's right."
 
She took off her white coat and tossed it over a

chay.

"I did think you might have gone to America," he said.

"With Felix Connaught."
 
She made no effort to disguise her surprise,

and he smiled.

"You didn't know?
 
How remiss of Mr.
 
Connaught.
 
I thought he would

have told you."

"Why should he?"
 
She loosened her hair, which had been tied back.

"It's really no business of mine where he goes."

"I wouldn't have been very pleased if you'd gone with Mr.
 
Connaught,"

Nicolas said softly.

"Wouldn't you?"
 
she said coolly.

"It's really no business of yours where I go either, is it?"

"Yes, it is."
 
He had stopped smiling now.

"I don't like sharing my women."

Jacey knew that she no longer needed to pander to Nicolas's possessive

control, but as she stared at him, his long legs stretched out in front

of him, she felt a surge of sexual desire.
 
What the hell is the matter

with me?
 
she thought angrily.
 
I was sure our affair was over; I

didn't even give him a thought while I was in England.
 
And now I walk

in here, take one look at him, and all I can think about is how much

I'd like to take all his clothes off.
 
Or have him take mine off.
 
Or

go down on him.
 
Or have him Nicolas interrupted her thoughts.

"I hope you missed me while you were in England."
 
He grinned the

cynical smile that always made him look both dangerous and desirable.

"I hope you thought about me when you went to bed."

"I didn't," she said truthfully.
 
And added, "Why should I?
 
We've

never actually been to bed."

"How many men did you fuck in England?"
 
he asked pleasantly.

"None," she said just as pleasantly, and wondered if he would believe

her.

"How many women did you fuck while I was in England?"

He shrugged.

"A few, mainly to please Telford.
 
He liked group sex."

"And was it so very necessary to please Curtis Telford?"

He nodded.

"Yes.
 
Financially necessary."
 
The cynical grin twisted his mouth

again.

"But none of the whores were as good as you."

"Well," she said, 'that's very flattering, I'm sure.
 
If I ever want to

give up being a doctor, it's nice to know that there's another

profession I'm eminently suited for."

"You're right," he said.

"Go into the bedroom and take your clothes off."

She smiled at him.

"Why don't we do it a little differently this time?

We'll both go in there and I'll take yours off."

She was surprised when he stood up.

"What a very good idea," he said.

He preceded her into the bedroom.
 
She walked over to the window and

half closed the blinds, so that the room was dappled in shadow.

"Well?"
 
He was standing by the bed.

"Are you going to make a start?"

She sat on the bed.

"Change of plan," she said.

"Do you know I've never seen you completely naked?"

He shrugged.

"So?
 
Why don't you do something about it?"

"No," she said.

"You do something.
 
Strip."

He looked at her for a moment, and then, to her surprise, took off his

jacket slowly.
 
He removed his shirt, turning round so that she could

admire his lean musculature, kicked off his shoes, and then unzipped

his trousers.
 
He took his time, letting them slide down his legs to

the floor.
 
He sat on the bed in his tight, dark briefs and pulled off

his socks.
 
Then he stood up and smiled.

/! don't think you've quite finished," she said.

Still smiling, he hooked his thumbs under the top band of his briefs

and pushed them down in a smooth movement, stretching the briefs over

his erection, as he turned his back to her.

"Very neat," she said.

"You could make a living as a stripper."

"I thought they did it to music," he answered.

She laughed.

"Next time I'll put on a CD.
 
But you'd also have to learn not to

short-change the paying customers.
 
Turn round."

He turned, unselfconsciously displaying himself, his cock rising almost

vertically above his heavy balls and the thick mass of his black pubic

hair.
 
She was reminded, briefly, of Leonardo.
 
Nicolas had the same

long thighs, neat hips and small waist but his physique was more

mature.
 
He had more dark body hair, and better muscle definition.

Dancer's muscles, she thought.
 
Sinewy and strong, but not

over-developed like a body builder.
 
She had been impressed by his

torso when she had given him that first medical examination.
 
She was

even more impressed now she could see his whole body.
 
There did not

seem to be an ounce of spare flesh on him.

"Lie down on the bed," she ordered.
 
It was a novelty to see him

obey.

She let her eyes move over his body for a few more seconds, then she

walked to the bed and sat down next to him.
 
She put out her hand and

smoothed her palm over his chest.
 
As her fingers touched his nipple

she heard him gasp.
 
She moved her other hand lightly over his pecs,

found the other nipple, and traced a decreasing circle around that

too.

She felt his excitement rising, and increased the pressure, catching

each nipple between her fingers, and tugging.
 
He bore it for a few

minutes, his eyes closed, and his face contorted with pleasure, then

suddenly reached up and caught her head with one hand.
 
Twisting his

fingers into her hair he forced her down towards his erection.

She took him in her mouth, more roughly than she intended, and heard

him groan.
 
She wanted to delay his orgasm for as long as possible,

until he begged her for release, but he held her down, thrusting into

her mouth and throat.
 
He filled her; it was uncomfortable, but

exciting too.
 
She thought about moving back, out of reach, forcing him

to beg her to continue.
 
But before she could, his orgasm jolted him

with an unexpected suddenness.
 
He pulled away from her, and she

watched his body thrash in uncontrolled spasms.
 
Finally calmed, he lay

on his back, panting, his face sheened with sweat.
 
After a few

minutes, he said drowsily, "That was really good."

"Better than usual?"
 
she asked.

"The best," he said.

"For a long time."

"It can be fun to change roles occasionally," she observed.

He smiled lazily.

"Obviously."
 
He tugged at her blouse.

"Why don't you take this off?"

"Why don't you undress me?"
 
she asked.

He stretched his arms, and linked them behind his head.

"Because I feel too comfortable, and too relaxed."

She stood up, and removed her own clothes, but without any attempt at

artifice.
 
When she was naked, she lay down next to him.
 
He rolled

over to face her, and propped himself up on one arm.
 
Slowly, he let a

hand explore her body.
 
It started as a wandering, directionless

caress, a voyage of discovery, and it reminded her that this was the

first time he had ever treated her in this way.
 
Slowly his fingers

became even more exploratory, searching for erogenous zones he had

never bothered to touch, and lingering on them, gauging from her

reaction how long he should stay there, and how heavy or light he

should make his caresses.
 
She wondered sleepily if he had ever handled

a woman this way before.
 
Then she felt his body move.
 
He twisted on

the bed until his head was at her feet.

"Open your legs," he said.

She parted them, and felt him edge up between them.
 
She closed her

eyes and the thought of what was about to happen gave her a sexy thrill

in exactly the place she hoped he would put his tongue.
 
He parted her

thighs with his hands so that he could move more easily, and when his

mouth touched her, jl her body shivered with pleasure.

His tongue was ,1 strong and insistent: her only regret was that she

;

would not be able to enjoy his expertise for very long, t because she

could already feel herself losing control.
 
I When her orgasm came, she

felt her body buck and roll on the bed so violently that he had to

grasp her hips to hold her down.
 
It took her several minutes to regain

her self-control, and then she realised that i Nicolas had returned to

his original position next to her, and was watching her with a

self-satisfied grin.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you?"
 
he said.

"Yes," she said simply.

"So that's both of us satisfied," he said.

"Do you have any wine?"