The Elite: The Complete Series of Boomer and Player (With Bonus) (38 page)

Once I was on top of her, she bucked her hips against me, rolling her still slick pussy against my dick, urging me on. “What are you waiting for?” She teased, rocking against me again.

I pulled away long enough to slide on a condom, and then I was thrusting into her. She scratched her hands down my back with each thrust, and I was just about to come when she pushed against me. In my split second of hesitation, she rolled me to my back and straddled me.

She grinned down at me. “My turn.”

I was immediately hypnotized as she rolled her hips, sliding her pussy up and down my cock, grinding against me. Each movement lit me up with new sensations. She dropped her head back and her long hair swung in the rhythm and I got lost in her performance. When she brought herself to the climax, she raised herself up and then slid back onto me, and I gripped her hips as her pussy convulsed and shuddered with the force of her release.

When she went still, lying against my chest, I rolled us back over, and thrust into her. Her eyes popped open and a wicked grin crossed her face.

The woman was insatiable.

Which was good news for me.

When I finally finished for the second time, I sagged down and rolled off of her, working hard to catch my breath as my heart rocketed around inside my chest. As many women as I had been with, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so thoroughly exhausted.

Talia smirked over at me, her hair wild against the pillows. After a moment, she got out of bed, and I heard the bathroom door close.

Before I even heard the water turn on, I was out.

Chapter Five

Talia, the dark haired beauty that I’d gone two rounds with the night before, was still on my mind when lunch time rolled around the following day. Whenever that happened, I knew I needed another taste.

I’d left the hotel in LA at six, and made the drive back to Holiday Cove, and went straight to work to catch up from playing hooky the day before. Weekends were always busy, and I had a back to back flight tours to keep up with to make the weekend visitors happy. When my assistant, Lana, finally nagged me enough to convince me to stop and eat something, I took my lunch into my office, propped my feet up on the corner of my desk, and dialed the number Talia had slipped me before leaving.

It was on the third ring, when someone knocked on my office door, and I was forced to hang up.

“It’s open!” I shouted, right before shoving a bite of sandwich into my mouth.

Mmm, Lana got the good stuff.

I was fully aware of Lana’s feelings towards me. She’d had a crush on me since the minute she’d walked in for the interview, nearly six months earlier. She cooked for me, baked me treats that almost rivaled Carly’s down at the coffee shop, and continually stayed late to make sure I was okay and didn’t need help with anything.

She came into the office, clipboard in hand—she was kinda old school like that—and a flustered look on her face.

“This is good shit,” I said, pointing at the sandwich in my hands, before stuffing another bite into my mouth.

She blushed slightly and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m glad you like it.”

I knew I should feel bad, that I shouldn’t let her go on thinking she had a shot, when the reality was that I didn’t have the slightest interest in her. She was a kick-ass assistant and I appreciated her, but there was zero chemistry between us. Mostly just a lot of nervous energy—on her side, anyway.

I washed down the bite with a sip from my can of energy drink that was bordering on too warm to be drinkable. I’d cracked it open earlier in the morning, before going out to work on an old soviet plane I’d picked up cheap. I tended to get lost in my work and forget about everything else. “What’s up?” I asked Lana.

“The tour group is here.”

I flicked a glance at the metal clock on the wall and cursed under my breath. I set the rest of the sandwich aside and brushed my hands on my dirty jeans. “Tell them I’ll be right out.”

Lana nodded, but stayed in place.

“Is there something else?”

She shifted from one foot to the other. “Do you know who booked the tour?”

“No,” I replied, shaking my head. “That’s your department.”

“It was booked under his assistant’s name.” Lana paused to lick her lips. “But, the tour is actually for Henry O’Keefe.”

The name flickered in the back of my mind as I searched my memory, trying to remember where I’d heard it before. Like lightning it hit me and my face dropped. “Oh fuck!”

“Yeah,” Lana nodded, as though she understood my outburst.

“Wait, how do you know who that is?” I asked, bewildered over her recognition. I hadn’t told anyone about my altercation with Mr. Douche in the Second Row at the auction, and yet, Lana was acting like she knew this was about to get nasty.

“Um, everyone knows who that is,” she fired back, her tone biting with an edge of annoyance.

“They do?” I held up my hands. “Okay, wait, wait.
Who
is he?”

“He’s the CEO of the land development company that built the resort up in Stallion Bay. Now, he’s in talks to come here, to Holiday Cove, and do the same thing. There’s a big legal battle and it’s been all over the news. He’s the big shot, billionaire behind the whole thing. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was taking the tour to scope out the town.”

I scrubbed my hands down my face. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“I wouldn’t worry about it too much, Mr. Rosen,” Lana said.

I peeked out from behind my hands and looked into her innocent, wide eyes, and debated whether or not I should tell her about the part where I’d been two seconds away from kicking the shit out of him in the parking lot of a high end charity auction.

I decided against it.

“All right,” I said, standing from my chair. “I’ll be out in five. Give them a tour. Keep them busy.”

As soon as Lana had scurried away, I sighed, forcing every ounce of air from my lungs. He obviously wasn’t here to serve me with a lawsuit—he would have sent one of his cronies. Men like him always had cronies. Was it really about the land development?

Stallion Bay, a beach side town a few hours up the coast, had started out as a small, quiet residential beach. Just like Holiday Cove. However, a year or so ago, thanks to a feature in a prominent lifestyle magazine, the entire area had been bit by the tourist bug and blew up overnight. What had once been a collection of small, beach bungalows, had been bulldozed over and a five star, luxury resort was built in their place. In no time at all the place was crawling with hoity-toity rich people with their million dollar yachts, highbrow wine, designer everything—including their dogs—and outrageously expensive sports cars clogged up the 101.

If a similar effort was completed in Holiday Cove it would mean a huge jump in the museums revenue, but it would also destroy the quiet, serene atmosphere of the quiet town. It had been nearly two years since I’d taken up ownership of the museum, and with the improvements and advancements I’d made, the business had grown into a lucrative endeavor. I was floored by how far things had come along, and although I wouldn’t turn down a spike in visitors and revenue, I found it hard to get excited about a bunch of tourists invading the town I called home.

Luckily, the other citizens of Holiday Cove had taken up the fight and protested to keep the resort from being approved. However, if O’Keefe was really the guy behind the project, and he was here now—did that mean something had changed?

“Fuck.” I sighed and got out of my chair. I guessed it was time to go and find out for myself.

I took another hit from my lukewarm energy drink and stalked out of my office.

When I reached the front desk, it wasn’t the cold, taunting eyes of the pompous billionaire that I encountered…

They were the dark, mocha brown eyes of Talia.

What the fuck was going on? Was this some kind of prank?

“There you are,” Lana stepped between me and Talia, smiling as though nothing out of the ordinary was happening. “This is Talia Soto, she’s Mr. O’Keefe’s…”

Lana looked to the dark haired beauty, floundering for a title. “Girlfriend,” Talia filled in, not so much of a waver to the word. She took a smooth step toward me, as though the ground beneath her was made of ice, rather than pockmarked cement. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Rosen,” she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

I couldn’t unlock my eyes from hers, but heard Lana clear her throat. “Um, anyways, Miss Soto would like to go on the tour as scheduled.”

“Henry had to go make a business call,” Talia explained, not breaking her hold on me to acknowledge Lana’s comment. “So, it looks like I’m all yours for the afternoon…”

It was hard to get a full breath when her eyes wandered down to my lips. If I was
the player
, then this woman was
the game master
. Every glance, purse of her lips, syllable of her words, was laced with sex.

And I was more than willing to fall right into her hands.

“Excellent,” I reached for her hand, keeping up the pretense that we’d only just met, and hadn’t been together, tangled in my sheets, less than twenty-four hours before. “Well, I’ll be more than happy to entertain you.”

Talia raised a brow and her smile deepened.

Lana, as though finally picking up that she was out of the loop, gave another disgruntled throat clearing sound. I turned to her and flashed a smile. “Thank you, Lana. Could you call the transport company and see where the F-4 is? It’s scheduled to arrive tomorrow morning and I need the precise time.”

She jerked a nod, still unsmiling, and stalked away.

Talia watched her go and then dragged her eyes back to me. “I don’t think she likes me very much…”

I shrugged. “You ready to fly?”

She answered me with a wide grin. “Absolutely.”

I started to lead the way, placing a hand at the small of her back, as I guided her through the warehouse. She was wrapped in a black dress that was made from some kind of clingy fabric that displayed her ass to perfection. I also had a feeling it would be no problem to push it up and out of the way.

If the occasion allowed—and I was sure it would.

“So, I feel a little out of the loop here,” I said, as we entered the hangar where the planes I kept flight worthy, were housed. I flicked on the overhead lights and paused as the rows came alive, one after the other, to brighten the space. “Last night you didn’t mention anything about a boyfriend. And I got the feeling, from my brief encounter with him, that Henry isn’t exactly open to sharing.”

Talia smiled down at her feet, her dark hair falling to partially hide her face. She glanced back up at me and tossed the loose strands back. “Henry has his fun, and I have mine. I didn’t mention him because he wasn’t important at the time.”

“And is he important now? I hardly think it’s a coincidence you showed up here today,” I kept my tone light. I didn’t want her to think I was running an interrogation. But she was telling me just enough to answer my questions, without really saying much of anything.

She smiled and traced a finger up my forearm. Flames danced over my skin, up my arm, and my cock stirred to life, remembering the way her mouth had fit over me. “Henry was very upset over losing the plane at the Edwards auction,” Talia explained, her eyes still full of heat as she dragged them over my body, as though only halfway paying attention to what she was saying. It was obvious that her mind was elsewhere. She licked her lips slowly, before bringing her gaze back to mine. “He insisted we drive out here today. When he finds something he wants, he wants it in his possession immediately. He’s going to make you a deal.”

“A deal?” I scoffed, shaking my head. “No, I’m not interested. The F-4 isn’t for sale.”

She shrugged. “You can tell him that. Henry’s world is one where everything has a price. Everyone has a price.”

I stared at her for a moment, trying to separate myself from the heat and desire she was sending over my body. I needed to untangle the meaning of her words, but it was damn near impossible, when she was staring at me, her red lips parted like that…

“So, this isn’t about land development?”

Talia dropped her hand from my arm. Her dark eyes flashed and I could see that she was tiring of my questions. I reached for her as she started to walk away. I caught her hand and brought her back to me. I flipped her hand over and pressed my lips to the palm of her hand. She gasped as I flicked my tongue in a suggestive pattern along her skin. She dropped her head back and I got a flash to how she’d looked, naked, straddling me, as her hips rolled and rocked.

“God, Talia, I want you…”

She had me under her spell and there was no breaking it. Rich, powerful boyfriend, or not.

I no longer cared.

Chapter Six

Talia moaned as I reapplied my tongue along the palm of her hand, then lapped over her wrist. “One last question,” I said, my words humming against her wrist as I pulled away a fraction of an inch. My eyes met hers, then closed to drop another long, lingering kiss. “Last night. Did you know who I was?”

She shook her head, her dark hair swinging. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Henry didn’t tell you about our fight?”

“Fight?” Her dark eyes were wide and concerned.

“After the auction.” I lowered her hand, but kept a hold on it. “We got into it in the parking lot. If this guy hadn’t pulled me off, Henry’d still be in the fuckin’ hospital.”

She pulled it away. “After the auction, Henry was in a terrible mood. He didn’t want to talk about it though. That’s why I went out dancing with my friends. To get away from him.”

I nodded, but her answer only filled my head with more questions. Had he hurt her? Was he the type to take his anger out on her in that way? If so, that would make it my fault…What would he do if he found out about what else I’d taken from him that night?

“Henry was only at the auction to get that plane. Well, that and to be seen with all his filthy friends,” she scoffed, waving her hand dismissively. “He probably bragged about that plane all day…”

“So, when I won it…”