Undercover Lovers (6 page)

How had she managed to be
here with him? The night started one way and against every odd,
went in a completely opposite direction. The celebrity chef and the
journalist. No one would ever believe it. She hardly believed it
herself.

Then August kissed her
again.

Her arms went around him,
the reality of the moment easing her doubts. Despite her concern,
there was no mistaking the evidence of his arousal pressing against
her belly. His hands skimmed over her body as if in admiration, as
if he was the one who didn't believe they were here together. He
touched her breasts, her tummy, her ass. He slipped a hand between
her thighs and Saffron tilted her hips toward him.

He kept stoking a fire in
her. Teasing her with light touches and barely there caresses when
what she needed was a rough touch. Kind of like the spanking he'd
given her. It was insane that such a primitive act could turn her
on, but damn, she’d been well on her way to coming.

“
More,” Saffron demanded.
“Harder.”

“
My pleasure, Madame,” he
murmured in reply.

Instead of the more forceful
strokes between her legs that she expected, August went to his
knees again. He dragged his touch down the front of her body and
Saffron gasped. The momentary sting of pressure subtly eased into
tingling pleasure. But before she could focus on the sensations
bombarding her body, her concentration narrowed to one
place.

Where August had just placed
his mouth.

Her legs buckled as his very
talented tongue swirled around her swollen clit. But then August
held on to her thighs, keeping her aloft. Forcing her to endure his
assault.

“
Oh!” She threw her head
back, caught up in blinding sensation. Her breath caught, a gasp
the only additional sound she could make. August slid a finger into
her pussy, curling it against a sweet spot. He used his mouth to
pull more pleasure to her clit. Overwhelmed by the twin sparks, she
shuddered.

“
That’s it,
liebling
. Come for me,”
August murmured.

Oh God. So close. So very
close to tipping...

Saffron cried out as an
orgasm loomed somewhere in her subconscious and then swept in,
larger than life and seized her in its hold. All of her muscles
stiffened, yet she shuddered uncontrollably. While waves crashed
into her, keeping her immobile. August whispered against her pussy.
Sexy sounds and encouraging commands. Insistence that she come
again for him. And again.

Her pussy squeezed
rhythmically around his fingers, cream from her body coating the
inside of her thighs. He hissed, “Yes!”

“
August, please,” she panted
through tightened lips. She didn't know if she could stand any
more. If she would be able to stay upright as her body went
boneless before him.

His fingers, his tongue,
both nice but not what she wanted. What she needed. She'd felt the
hard evidence of his cock. Assessed the girth and length of him and
knew it would be pleasing to feel him inside her body. It's why her
pussy pulsed now.

August stood, his fingers
still moving in and out. Slowly, ever so slowly, allowing her
tightened muscles to relax. “Please?”

She licked her dry lips. “I
can't. I need...” Her mind was a whir.

His thumb flicked over her
clit and Saffron's hips rolled of their own volition. “I know what
you need,
liebling
.
Let me take care of you.”

Panting, she nodded.
“Please.”

He seemed to like the sound
of that, humming a soft noise as she bucked while his fingers slid
from her body. He brought two glistening digits to his mouth and,
looking into her eyes, sucked her juices from them. “So very, very
good. I will feast from you again, pretty Saffron.”

Able to think a little
again, she teased, “You sound very sure of yourself.”

“
Type A.”

As if that explained it
all.

“
Come with me,” he
continued. August held out his hand and Saffron took it. Little
shock waves still spread like ripples on a lake, but she no longer
felt in danger of collapsing at his feet. Still, it wouldn't hurt
to walk hand-in-hand with him.

“
Where are we going?” she
asked as they left the bright lights of his previously spotless
kitchen. They’d abandoned a heap of her clothes and a few of his
were strewn about the floor.

Her heels clicked against
the stone flooring as they moved down a long hallway. Apparently
comfortable in the dark, August didn’t bother with lights. By what
she could discern from the glow left behind by the kitchen, they
walked past simple furniture. The sound of trickling water echoed
around them, but Saffron couldn’t locate its origin. Not that it
mattered. If her concerns were right—and she suspected they
were—August was leading them to his lair.

August released her hand as
they walked through a doorway and Saffron stood still. A few
seconds and a gentle
click
later, a soft light illuminated the
room.

She stood amazed at his
bedroom. The king-sized bed in the center of the room made his
kitchen seem mundane. There were no less than six pillows propped
against a large wooden headboard and the sheets looked so crisp
they could have been ironed minutes ago. A folded comforter lay
draped across the foot of the bed, but the plush material was piled
high enough that it could have been a pillow instead.

Once again, the immaculate
state of his home made her wonder, but here, the rich colors he’d
chosen to fall asleep with and awaken to every day similarly
impressed her. A deep burgundy carpeting and dark wood furniture
stood in direct competition with the gray linen, striped with more
burgundy.

“
I’m sorry it’s such a
mess,” August grumbled.

She almost rolled her eyes
until she spied the single empty wine glass next to a closed
paperback on the bedside table. “
Thank
God
.” Her relief swelled. “I was starting
to really worry about you. At least now I know you shouldn’t be
institutionalized somewhere.”

“
Institutionalized?” He
laughed.

“
What single guy is as
obsessively neat as you are? This place is straight out of a
magazine. Well, except that scandalous dirty wine glass over
there.” Saffron stuck out her tongue, teasing him.

August crossed the room in
short order. “I’ve got a better use for that tongue, woman. On the
bed and I’ll show you.”

Heart pounding, blood
racing, Saffron kicked off her shoes, slipped off her hose and
climbed onto the bed. At once grateful for letting her hair grow
out, she “accidentally” fanned it against the spread of his
pillows, hoping it made for an enticing scene as she laid down. Her
eyes went wide though, when she spied August standing at the foot
of the bed, his black slacks falling down his slender
body.

What held her enthralled and
made her mouth water was a magnificent cock pointing straight up
and landing against his belly.

Damn hell
.

Never before ashamed of her
numerous lumps and bumps, watching August crawl forward, muscles
rippling, she was aware of every single inch of her own body.
Consumed by the impulse to have him touch or lick her everywhere.
Where she was soft and pillowy, he epitomized
masculinity.

On second thought, forget
trying to look enticing. That meant having to wait until he came to
her.

Saffron got to her knees and
met August halfway. “Come here,” she purred at him.
“Kneel.”

The smile he returned was
very compliant. She licked her lips and leaned down to capture her
prize.

“
Fuck, yes,” he groaned.
August's hands pushed into her hair the moment her mouth opened
over the crown of his cock. A slightly salty-sweet tease of pre-cum
pearled at the tip and she greedily swallowed it down, ready for
more. He pushed forward a little, encouraging her to take him
fully, and Saffron relaxed her throat. She ran her tongue beneath
the rigid length, intent on tasting every inch of him.

She eased back a little and
peered up at his expression. Still, her head dipped, pushing down
until she couldn't take any more, before pulling away in a slow
tease. With every motion, August's closed eyes fluttered, his
breath shuddering out.  His fingertips threaded between the
lengths of her hair before he finally took control, directing her
movement.

But no matter how he tempted
her to suck him harder or faster, Saffron took her time. Coaxing
sexy noises out of him he probably didn't even know he
made.

She was so wet, the scent of
her body's natural perfume filling the room, but she could wait
another few minutes. She wanted to push him to the edge of his
control. To the very limit.

Her hand cupped the weight
of his testicles, gently rolling him when August groaned again. She
swallowed and was gifted with another taste of his pre-cum. By now,
his pelvis rocked back and forth, urging her to take more. She
fisted his cock, sliding up and down, getting him
closer.

A bead of sweat trickled
down the side of her face and she knew she must have been flushed
pink from exertion. From excitement.

A small smile played on her
lips as she felt him shudder. August might be the master of his
domain when he stood in the kitchen, but right now, he was putty in
her hands.

“
You’re killing me,” he
muttered, looking down at her.

“
Good,” she whispered before
taking him into her mouth again.

August’s hips rocked faster
and this time Saffron let him take over. He ran together a series
of curse words, some in English, others presumably in German. All
of them muttered just under his breath.

She reached for his back,
reveling in the strong muscles there, before sliding her hands to
his ass. Feeling the muscles bunch and flex as he pushed forward
and withdrew.

Her jaw ached, her eyes
watered, but pure womanly pride kept her on her knees.

“
Saffron, wait...” He panted
and she felt him pull back.

No way
. She followed him, keeping them connected. Sucking harder.
The wet sounds amplifying into the air.

He dripped into her mouth
steadily now. If the back-to-back shudders meant anything, his loss
of control was on an inevitable collision course.

A single fingernail stroked
down the center of his testicles and August swore again.

Immediately on its heels,
the sound of chiming bells filled the air.

“
What?” she cried, pulling
away.

“
No!” he shouted,
simultaneously. August gasped for breath, his eyes dark, his chest
heaving. “God damn it, that felt incredible, but I bet that’s our
food.”

“
That was the doorbell?
You’ve got to be kidding me.”

He vaulted from the bed,
scooping up the discarded pants on his way toward the doorway. “I
promised to feed you properly. Just stay there. Don’t move.” He
turned and gave her a sweetly seductive smile. “I’ll be right
back.”

Saffron groaned, flopping
backwards onto the bed.

He made good on his promise,
returning only a few minutes later. He stopped in the doorway
holding a white paper bag in white hand, the other moving to the
waist of his slacks.

Saffron lay in repose on his
bed, hair fanned, her gaze trained on the doorway. She wanted to
see his initial reaction at encountering her and wasn’t
disappointed.

“
Have any problems with the
delivery boy?” she asked innocently.

There was an audible intake
of breath.

“
Christ,” he whispered.
August remained glued to the spot, riveted at the vision she
made.

With deliberate intent,
Saffron ran her fingers over her breasts. Pulling on the very tips.
Rolling her nipples. She snaked one hand over her belly, over the
mound of her pussy. From where he stood, August had a perfect
vantage point to watch her play with her swollen lips and hard clit
between legs spread for his viewing pleasure.

He swallowed hard, still
standing motionless in the doorway. “The food will get
cold.”

She stroked up and
down.

Up and down.

His gaze never
wavered.

“
So?” she asked, her voice
husky.

A smile curved her lips as
August lowered the bag to the floor. He didn't give it a second
glance as he approached, but by the time he stood next to the bed,
he'd removed his slacks again. “No more interruptions,” he said.
Still watching her, he opened a drawer, withdrew a few foil packets
and tossed them onto the bed. “Just you and me until
morning.”

“
I’m going to hold you to
that.”

The bed dipped and August
lay next to her. His voice was soothing. “Don't stop. I want to
watch you some more.”

Saffron nodded, rolling her
hips and then closing her eyes. She plunged one finger into her
pussy, moaning as she pushed into the pooling moisture. He must
have thought she neglected her breasts for August pinched her
nipples, using the same rough pressure she'd been craving earlier.
“Keep going,” he soothed. “Make yourself come.”