Courting Jealousy (2 page)

His dark eyes glinted. “Please tell me this is mutually acceptable.”

For a moment, she didn’t understand – but then she remembered the contract she’d signed. There was to be no physical contact beyond what was mutually acceptable. She’d interpreted it as dancing together or his arm around her waist, but they weren’t talking about holding hands right now.

Her breaths became jagged. He looked dashing in that dark suit and crisp white shirt… way too masculine and sensual for a boring middle school teacher.

She came away from the door as if propelled. Her impatient hands caught at his jacket and pushed it off his shoulders before going for his shirt. He caught her, his fingers tangling in her hair as she licked at the pulse in his neck.

“I never do this,” he promised. “I swear you’re the first.”

In that moment, she didn’t care. If he was lying, she’d probably regret her actions later.

But she doubted it.

He had fast hands. She felt them at the zipper of her dress before the blue charmeuse was sliding off her. He pulled the straps of her bra down along with it and quickly dealt with the hooks at her back.

Noelle had never been stripped so fast in her life.

Pulling her along with him, Dane backed up until he bumped into something. It was a desk. Catching her by the waist, he lifted her out of the pool of midnight-blue material and set her upon it.

His hands stroked her as his eyes feasted. “You’re just so damn perfect, and we only have this one night.”

Noelle kissed him hungrily and finally got his shirt undone. She dragged her fingers over his chest. Muscles rippled everywhere she touched, and her belly clenched.

He was the one who was perfect.

He was hard, and he was sexy.

She bit her lip when he stood back to take off his dress slacks. She was staring, but she couldn’t help it. He looked like a male model, one of those types they photographed in black and white to show off the definition of their sculpted bodies.

In that split second, she became self-conscious again. She was sitting on a beat-up wooden desk in a tiny workroom with one bare light bulb hanging from the ceiling. All she wore were tiny midnight-blue panties, with stiletto heels to match. Her breasts were bare, their tips stiff and pouting. She felt vulnerable with her hair tangled around her shoulders, and her lips tender and puffy.

Dane stopped with his belt undone and his hand on his zipper. His dark eyes went nearly onyx. “God, you are beautiful.”

The guttural words swept away the awkwardness.

Before she could take another breath, he was kissing her again, his tongue pushing deep. Noelle threaded her fingers through his silky hair and felt his hand bump against her thigh as he undid that zipper. She heard the crinkle of a wrapper before he shoved his pants down.

It was all so raw and elemental, she was shaking. She’d never been so aroused in her life. When he took her arm from around his neck and pressed the condom into her hand, she nearly dropped it.

“Touch me,” he said.

Her eyelids went heavy as she looked down at him.

There was no faking that. His erection was full and heavy and pointing straight at her. Her belly squeezed tight.
Oh, God.

He took possession of her breasts again, lifting them as his thumbs played with her nipples. Electricity shot straight from the sensitive nubs down to her core. Soon she was not only tight with tension, but aching and wet.

Her head dropped back when he took one swollen nipple into his mouth. The hot suction was so intense, Noelle squirmed on the hard desk.

“If you want to rub against something, rub against this.” He clapped his hands over her hips and pulled her forward until she was rocking against his hardness.

She thought she heard footsteps outside in the aquarium hallway, but she couldn’t stop the throaty moan that left her lips. “Dane!”

His tongue pressed her nipple against the roof of his mouth, and her moan turned into a sharp cry.

Urgency overcame her then, swamping out any lingering hesitation or doubt. This had nothing to do with making anybody jealous. It had nothing to do with protecting her pride. She needed this. She needed the boost to her confidence. She needed to know that sometimes good girls ended up ahead.

Most of all, though, she needed to feel his skin against hers.

Feeling bold, she wrapped her fingers around his cock. His hips jacked forward, and she pumped him intimately.

The tendons in his neck strained. “Damn,” he hissed. “I’ve been fantasizing about you doing that ever since I first walked into Luxxor’s offices and found you waiting for me.”

Her hands became swift and sure as she unrolled the protection over him.

He caught her panties and gave a firm tug.

Noelle lifted her hips to help him. The thin nylon popped over her curves and stretched as he tugged her panties down her thighs. The wooden desk felt hard beneath her bare bottom, all pockmarked and scratched. Dane knelt to dislodge her panties from where they’d snagged on her shoes. When he rose, it was slowly and determinedly. He settled his hands on the inside of her knees and spread her thighs wide before stepping between them.

Noelle arched when his hand wrapped over her naked mound.

“You’re wet for me,” he said as his finger swept along her slit.

She’d been wet before they’d even made it to the museum.

“I want you,” she confessed, “and not as some pretty boy toy on my arm. I want you for me.”

His eyes narrowed. The hand on her pussy squeezed possessively, but then he caught her by the hips. He pulled her right to the very edge of the desk until her only option was to wrap her legs around him or fall off.

“And I have to have you,” he said in return.

Her heels knocked together when she felt his hard cock glide along her wetness. Anticipation and nerves spiked. His blunt tip found her notch, and then he was pressing into her.

Heavily. Inexorably.

“Ohhh,” she moaned. Her head dropped back until her hair brushed against her spine.

The pressure was sexy and intense, and it only built higher. The intimacy was right there for them to watch as his big cock disappeared into her. Soon, she’d taken all of him.

“Noelle,” he groaned.

His hand covered one of her upturned breasts possessively.

And then he began to thrust.

And pump.

And judder.

She held him tightly, her fingers biting into his shoulders, his back, and then his flexing bottom. Oh, he was hitting her just right. Their connection felt incredible. Her blue stilettos clunked together at the apex of each thrust, becoming faster and louder as his tempo increased.

“So good,” he grunted, kissing her neck and biting her collarbone.

“Yes,” she moaned. Her thighs burned from exertion, and she heard the old desk creaking beneath her. His big cock was pounding into her now, filling her over and over again. Her hips teetered right on the edge of the old desk. In her precarious position, there wasn’t much she could do but take him.

She submitted and was swept away by the pleasure.

Their lovemaking lasted longer than it had the right to, inside the tiny secret room.
One night
, he’d said.

She dropped back to lie on the desk as he fucked her hard and long. She hit mini-peaks along the way, but her stiletto heels were up by his ears when she finally came. The tension swept through her body, pulling tight like a rubber band and then springing loose.

It kept Dane in its grip longer, and he ground deep inside her until he finally sagged forward. He braced his hands against the desk to catch his weight. It was a while before he regained his equilibrium.

“Oh my God,” Noelle breathed.

Her lover’s gaze turned gentle. Leaning over her, he gave her one lingering last kiss. “You are amazing. Don’t let anyone ever convince you otherwise.”

She wouldn’t – not when she had that memory to fall back upon.

But did it really have to be only in her memory?

They gathered their things and got dressed. Dane helped her zip up her dress. She turned around and held his jacket out to him. He put it on, but she impulsively caught him by the lapels.

“Why only one night? Can’t I just tell Nina I want to extend the contract?”

The look on his face was rueful. He shook his head. “No.”

“But why?” A lump settled in her throat.
Please don’t let that have been a sympathy fuck.

His hands settled over hers. “Because tonight was my last night as an escort.”

“Oh.” The answer was so unexpected, her mind went blank. Then it kicked into high gear. “So couldn’t we just see—”

His head came up. “You wouldn’t consider—”

They’d spoken over one another, and embarrassment filled Noelle.

“You probably have a girlfriend,” she said, although the thought of that made her stomach turn.

He caught her face with both hands. “I don’t have a girlfriend, and I don’t sleep with clients.”

The stupid question had to be asked. “So why did you work as an escort?”

“The money,” he said bluntly. “I needed something to live on until I got the full-time job I wanted.”

She smoothed the lapels that she’d just wrinkled. “I understand that.”

She’d seen the lengths to which people would go to get by. Heck, she knew how far she’d gone just to avoid another demoralizing encounter with her ex. It seemed so shallow now. She had no room to judge.

He cocked his head in surprise. “I think you really mean that.”

“I do.” How could she not? She didn’t think any less of herself for hiring him, although sex hadn’t been anywhere on her mind when she’d been writing the check.

He stuffed his hands in his pockets and, for the first time, his debonair attitude seemed ruffled. “So… does that mean you’d be willing to see me sometime? Off the clock?”

Her brow furrowed. “No.”

“No?”

She closed the distance between them and went up on her tiptoes. “I want more than that. I want to date you.”

The smile on his face started slowly, but it was a grin by the time she finished kissing him.

“I can deal with that,” he said. “Want to get out of this place?”

She looked around the dingy little room. It would always hold a special place in her heart, but they could do better. “Yeah.”

Dane swung an arm around her waist as they headed for the door.

“Just out of curiosity, what is your new job?” she asked.

“My background is in political science. I’ll be working for Congresswoman Hill.”

She stopped in her tracks. “Uh oh.”

“What?”

“That may be a problem.” She chuckled. “My father is Congressman Hatcher. He’s on the other side of the aisle.”

They were both laughing as they turned off the light and left the room, but their amusement was cut short when they nearly ran into another couple.

“Noelle!”

She looked up sharply and found herself face to face with a man in a tan suit. A busty blonde stood at his side. It was…

For the life of her, she couldn’t remember his name.

Dane whispered in her ear.

“Barry,” she said quickly. “It’s nice to see you. You look lovely tonight, Pia.”

She snuggled closer to the handsome man at her side. “This is Dane.”

Barry did the math fast. His gaze started with her hair, which now hung down around her shoulders. It traveled next to her pink cheeks and on to her wrinkled dress before bouncing to the storeroom. The door was practically invisible again, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to put the evidence together.

Barry’s chest puffed up, and his fists clenched. His lips narrowed, and fire glowed in his green eyes.

“Oh, Barry,” Noelle said tiredly. She really was beyond this. She patted his arm and took Dane’s hand. “You two have a good night.”

“Because we certainly are,” her new boyfriend said in her ear as they finally exited the aquarium corridor.

“Champagne?” It was the pretty blonde waitress again, the one who looked like a princess.

“Absolutely,” Dane said as he took two flutes. He passed one to Noelle. “We have something to celebrate.”

“To new beginnings,” she agreed.

He clinked their glasses together. “And to the green-eyed special.”

Mischievousness shown in his eyes, and Noelle coughed on her drink when she realized what he meant. Cheeks pink, she swiftly looked around to make sure nobody else had heard.

He rubbed her back comfortingly. “Think we can do that again sometime?”

She winked at him. “We’re going to make all the other couples in DC jealous.”

Thanks for reading COURTING JEALOUSY, a bonus story in my Courting series. I hope you enjoyed it. To continue reading about the world of Luxxor Limited, try
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Published by Mischief, November 2014

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He took another step, this one to the side so he was directly in front of Sienna. “But you don’t like me very much, do you?”

There it was, the spark he’d known was there, buried deep down.

Her weigh transitioned backward, away from him, but he moved with her, pressing her up against the concrete planter. He stopped her before she could trip, his hands naturally seeking out the warmth of the bare skin at her waist. He didn’t grab her. The hold was barely there, only touching her, but she froze.