Lora Leigh - Bound Hearts3 (12 page)

And the pleasure was never ending.

There was little resistance in her when they finally pulled free of her body and Jesse helped her collapse weakly to the couch. Night had fallen, the offices she knew were empty and she was too replete, too satisfied to even consider moving now.

She felt the soft sheet drape her body as her eyes closed in weariness, only dimly aware of Jesse and Lucian dressing.

* * * * *

Jesse watched her. Weariness dragging at his limbs as he zipped his slacks and watched Lucian re-button his own shirt. The other man was quiet, reflective, as he glanced at Terrie. Her hair flowed over her shoulders, clinging damply to the moist flesh as she drifted into sleep.

“Thomas didn’t deserve her,” Lucian sighed as her breathing deepened.

“I do, Lucian.” Jesse was very well aware of the fact that there were several of the members of their group who had had their eye on Terrie even before Thomas’s death. “She’s mine.”

Lucian nodded sharply. He more than the others, Jesse knew, had been interested. Just as he knew that any woman who accepted Conover would likely be biting off more than she could chew.

“She’s a one-man woman,” Lucian sighed, grinning rakishly. “I doubt she would appreciate the plans I had for her.”

“Wrong woman,” Jesse agreed.

Lucian nodded again. “Take care of her, Jesse. She loves you, you know.”

Yeah, he knew that, Jesse thought. She had proved that the night before in ways he would have never imagined.

“As I love her, Lucian,” he sighed. He always had. For as long as he had known her.

Lucian nodded abruptly then left the office with a quick, purposeful stride. Jesse shook his head as he collapsed in the chair across from Terrie and watched her sleep.

She was the most beautiful thing in the world to him. For years he had feared he would have to
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eventually restrain his sexuality to have her. Tamp down the need to see her surrendering to the ultimate pleasure. That of allowing her body to be completely, overwhelmingly submissive to her own desires. To take the greatest gift he had to offer her. The gift of her complete, uninhibited sexuality.

Some women had that hidden core, the darker desires, the search for the ultimate pleasure. Just as Jesse and those like him held the male half of that core. The need to see and to feel the surrender of their women to that hidden sexuality. To watch someone they trusted, someone they knew, tapping into the dark desires and sensuality of their women. It was an ultimate high, a release unlike any other.

Not that it would happen often. But sometimes. Sighing, he moved to the office closet and removed the dress he had brought for her that evening. He laid it across the chair as he moved to her once again.

“Wake up, baby,” he whispered as he lifted her into his arms and headed for the shower on the other side of his office. “Come on. Time to plan the rest of our lives.”

She opened her eyes, drowsy, seductive and her lips quirking into a temptress’s smile.

“Rest of our lives, huh?” She looped her arms lazily around his shoulders, staring up at him, loving him.

He could feel her love, the warmth that spread over him when he watched her.

“The rest of our lives.” He put her down in the bathroom, staring down at her. “I love you, Terrie. You have to know that by now.”

Her smile lit up his soul. “I love you, Jesse. But this sharing thing.” She rubbed hesitantly at her ear.

“Let’s keep this to a minimum,” she suggested softly. “I really prefer you.”

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her, wishing he had the energy to throw her to the floor and fuck her again. Just for the sheer pleasure of it.

“Definitely a minimum,” he promised as he drew back from her, staring down at her, adoring her. “Just when you need it, baby. I promise, just when you need it.”

Epilogue

“Hi Jaded, how’s tricks?”
The words popped up on the computer screen, drawing an amused smile to Tally’s lips.

“Slow, Wicked. Very slow,”
she typed back, snorting at the understatement.

The online life she led was the complete opposite of the real life she escaped each evening that she had the chance. The same men, the same parties, the same crap. She had grown bored with the endless round months ago. Why she had grown bored she had yet to figure out.

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“Your boss still doing his own files?”
It was a running joke in the online chat rooms she inhabited. She had told the story the first day it had occurred. Everyone had seemed awed by her accomplishment. She had personally hoped for at least a good argument out of Jesse Wyman at the time. She hadn’t expected him to actually do his own fucking files.

“Hell if I know,”
she finally typed in. “
I think he fired me today.”

Repositioning, firing, it was the same thing. She liked working with Wyman. It wasn’t exactly challenging but it left her plenty of time for shopping.

“Fired?”
The words popped back. “
He wouldn’t dare fire you.”

She laughed to herself. There were days Wyman had wanted to kill her, but he had resisted the urge with more self-control than she had given him credit for. Of course, the wedding Terrie was planning was keeping him pretty tired. That or her afternoon visits to his office.

“He says it’s repositioning. He sent me to hell, Wicked.”
She sighed at the thought.

The merger between Conover’s andDelacourte’s had been more than a surprise last month. Even bigger was the surprise that she would now be the personal assistant for Lucian Conover.

“Repositioning?”
The short question was so typical of Wicked. She could almost feel his impatience. “

In Hell?”

“In Hell,”
she sighed. “
My new boss is Lucifer. This is not going to be fun. There goes all my
playtime. (pout)”
She typed in the expression even as she did so huffily. Lucian Conover was not her idea of the perfect boss. “
Let’s hope he’s at least hiding a sense of humor under that scowl he
wears. I bet he doesn’t even know the difference between a ménage and margarita. Who will I tell
all my dirty jokes to?”

* * * * *

Lucian scowled. Son of a bitch. Lucifer, was he? Didn’t know a ménage from a margarita? He bit off a series of volatile curses as he jumped up from the computer and paced the den furiously. Smart-mouthed, viperous little termagant. He could show her a fucking ménage she would still remember into her next life if she kept this shit up. She had no sense of decorum and had shown him zero respect each time he showed up at Jesse’s office.

She stung him with that viperous tongue of hers, smirked every chance she had and showed in a hundred different ways that she expected him to grovel at the perfection of her tiny feet. Son of a bitch. For a taste of that sweet little body he just might do it, too, and that was what really rankled.

“You still breathing?”
Her tart question came over the instant message with a soft ring.

“Yeah, just wondering what the connection was between the ménage and the margarita,”
he typed in, damning himself a thousand different ways. He was insane to have demanded her as his personal assistant. He had lost his everlovin ’ mind.

“No connection.”
He paused at her answer, frowning. Jaded always had a reason for damned near
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everything she said. Unless she was unhappy. Unless she was lonely. He had learned that over the past year. Had made it his business to learn everything he could about her.

“You okay, Jaded?”
He really shouldn’t care, but he did.

“Oh yes, I’m fine.”
Her words rang hollow, even through the impersonal communication box. “
Maybe
I’ll go shopping tomorrow. I hear there’s a sale on shoes…”

“Uh oh. Poor cows, sacrificing their lives to support your addiction.”
He shook his head, yet still he worried. She wasn’t acting normal.

“Cows, alligators, whatever.”
Nope, that wasn’t his Jaded.

“Hey babe, you can talk to me, you know.”
He needed her to.

There was a long silence.

“She’s my friend.”
The words finally came through with a sense of sadness. “
I can’t believe she has
such horrid taste in men.”

“Yeah?”
He didn’t even pretend to understand that one.

“I love her like a sister.”
She had to be talking about Terrie.

He waited to see what else she said.

“I can’t believe she actually fucked Lucifer! Was she insane? Has she lost her mind? The man is an outcast. He has no style. No class, and I doubt he has a cock over five inches long. He probably only needs a finger or two to jack off with.”

He sat back slowly in his chair. His cock, all five inches and several more, pulsed in outrage. His eyes narrowed.

“The man scowls. He sneers. Stomps around like a bull in a china shop. He is such a bore.Geez . I need a new job.”

His fists clenched, his teeth ground together as he saw red. The viperous little witch. A bull in a china shop? Five-inch cock? Five-inch cock??Ohh , he would show her a hell of a lot fucking more than five inches. Damn her. The woman had a bite that would do a rabid dog proud.

“If you quit, just think of all the shoes that would cry.”It was lame. Real lame, but he’d be damned if he could type his outrage to her over the Internet. She would probably save the fucking message to show all her chat room buddies. He sneered. Oh, was she in for a surprise.

“Well, this is true. But I’m definitely looking.”

He stilled. Looking, was she? He’d see about that one.

“Well, good luckdarlin ’. Now I’m off. Hot date tonight.”

Nothing came back for long moments.

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“All right. Goodnight.”

“Night,darlin ’. Cheer up, maybe you’ll get lucky and he’ll at least have more than five inches.”He growled.

“As though that can help him.”He could almost hear the haughty vibration of the words. “ Where oh where have all the alphas gone? Your mothers must have breast-fed you overly long.”

“Or yours fed you venom and spice rather than sweet milk,”he typed back furiously. And he meant it.

“LOL. Good one, Wicked. Have fun for me while you’re out. Talk to you later.”

He clicked the box away. He shut down the program, damn near shaking with rage and arousal. He came to his feet, pushing his fingers ruthlessly through his hair as he clenched his teeth against his anger.

Damn her. Lucifer, was he? Five inches, was he? He snarled as he stomped through the house, jerking the leather jacket from the staircase post as he headed for the door.

Miss Jaded Tally was in for one hell of a surprise.

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