Illegal Fantasies (Anthology ~ Behind Closed Doors) (13 page)

“Yeah, that n
ever gets old,” Flynn admitted, as he breathed in the mingled scent of Jolie’s perfume and their cologne.

Jacques agreed. “
As always, that was perfect.”

Jolie ran her hands over their bodies in total contentment. There was the mingling of sex, blood, and
male scent all over her. Honestly, she couldn’t be happier.

“How much time do we have left
?” Flynn asked, kissing his mate.

“Not much,” Jacques answered.

“I love you both,” she added, “with my entire heart.”

They felt the same about their queen and mistress. She was all they ever needed to be happy.

“We should get dressed,” Flynn offered, as he began untangling himself from their limbs. “We need to make an appearance out there. Nathaniel will think we’re off killing some humans or raising hell.”

Jolie laughed. “I look like I’ve been assaulted by two men. You think I can
pull this look back together and not look damn smug? They’re going to know the hell you were raising, Flynn.”

Brogan gave Jacques a high five. “You think they didn't feel that energy when we came?
Right now, they’re out there talking about that scandalous Mistress Harcourte.”

Jacques
was the first to finally pull away. As he dressed in his leather armor, he grinned. “I’ll never forget this night as long as I live,” he offered, helping Flynn buckle the straps that crisscrossed his back.

Jolie wouldn’t either. “I should go out first,” she offered, wrapping herself back up in the material before fixing her hair.

They agreed, helping her get more presentable, before giving her a head start back to the festivities.

“You’re grinning like an idiot, mon ami,” Jacques said, stepping out of the room.

He couldn’t help it. He was at peace and comfortable with his family. “Yeah, well you’re not exactly frowning, my friend.”

Jacques laughed as
the security guard approached. As they passed each other, a disk was slipped to the vampyre.

“What’s that?” Flynn asked, lowering his voice as Jacques tucked it in his breast plate.

“That, my friend, is the security footage from that room.”

Brogan stared at him. “You mean
that we now have…”

Jacques grinned wickedly. “
Yes. We can relive this memory over and over again.”

Yeah, it was good to be the undead.

    C
hapter
F
ive:

      Undercover Lover

~~
Tori & Julian Littlemoon ~~

There were days when being a private investigator sucked.

Today was not one of those days.

Julian had been following this one woman all day long, trying to get the photos he needed before going home. She had become his obsession, and he couldn’t stop snapping pictures of her.

He wasn’t normally into brunettes, especially since his wife was a fiery redhead
. Yet, something about the long, luscious brown hair made his heart skip in his chest.

Julian wanted nothing more than to hold it in his hands as he ran his fingers through it. His body tightened at just the thought of it slipping across his body as her head was buried in his lap.

Shit!

He was hard as stone and needed to find a way to get closer to her.

When she left her vehicle, heading into the high class hotel, he knew he needed to follow. Something deep down was urging him on, since pictures of her wouldn’t be enough. He needed to smell the sexy scent that he was sure she gave off. He wanted to run the palm of his hand across the curve of her ass.

He just wanted her.

There was no way around it.

Taking pictures wouldn’t suffice
. Julian had to make her his, if only for that one moment in time. One little interlude wouldn’t hurt.

Would it?

Locking up his car, he tucked his digital camera in his pocket and headed into the hotel. Inside, he could only hope she went into the bar before retiring for the night.

If she was there, he had a chance. Julian wanted to make sure the trip to her room wouldn’t be alone.

They could maybe have an hour alone, before he had to head back to the doldrums of work. Already, he could picture ripping off her clothes, throwing her down on the bed, and burying himself in her repeatedly, until the ache in his body was satiated.

Then, he’d dress and be out of there before anyone knew it.

She was his obsession, and he couldn’t stop.

Inside the dark, smoky
bar, he saw her.

God, she was sexy as sin, and that was what he needed in that moment. Where his brain told him it was a bad idea, his dick said otherwise. She was what he needed to get through the day.

Seeing her at the bar, he took a seat beside her.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked, watching as she played with a long brown curl. He was mesmerized as she twirled it around her finger.

“Are you married?” she asked, not even looking over at him.

Her voice was warm like liquid honey. He wanted her a million times more now, just because of that one sentence.
It was obvious he wasn’t single. His ringed finger sat right on the bar in clear view.

“Yeah, is that a problem?
I’m not looking for a relationship. What I want is between your legs, and then I’ll be on my merry way.”

Now, she did look over. When their eyes met, his body tightened even more. Oh yeah, she had to be his.
If he didn't get to screw this woman’s brains out here and now, he’d die.

“I’ll take that drink,” she said, and it was answer enough to his question.
Obviously, this stranger didn't care that he was married. For now, she was all his. It was time to seal the deal and get laid.

Reaching into his pocket, he threw some cash down and ordered a beer. “One of whatever the lady is having too.”

She ordered a shot of tequila.

What he wanted to say was
‘drink up’
, but he didn't think that would matter. Drunk or sober, he didn't care.

Julian had one goal in mind- h
er naked in bed.

“Are you here on business?” he asked, sipping his beer as he made idle chitchat.

She did her shot and ordered another.

“No. I’m here to get laid. Do you think you can help me with that? I happen to think Native men are hot.”

There was a chorus of hallelujahs going off in his head. Yeah, he wanted that same thing. Hot, sweaty, no strings attached sex in some luxury hotel with her.

Repeatedly.

Then, they could go their separate ways. After all, he was a married man…

Glancing at his watch, he noticed that he might be able to stall and get more than one quickie with her. She intrigued him, and he was ready to risk h
is timetable, blowing off work for her.

“Is your wife going to notice you’re missing?” she asked, spinning her own wedding ring around her finger.

“Probably.”

That made her laugh, and it was melodious
, sending shivers down his spine.

“Yeah, my husband
will too, but I have to say that I’m intrigued.”

He was curious. “Why?”

“You’ve been following me all day. I saw you at the shoe store, the mall, and outside.”

“I wanted your attention,” he answered honestly. “If you spend the night with me, I can promise you’ll never forget it.”

Leaning over, she ran her fingers over the bulge in his jeans. When he sucked in a sharp breath, she smiled. “Well, you have it. What should I call you?”

She added pressure to her light stroking, and it nearly drove him wild.
Here was a gorgeous woman practically jacking him off in a public place.

Holy hell
! He was ready to explode right then and there.

“I don’t think names are important,” he answered, his dick twitching beneath her attention.
With each stroke, he pictured her sexy lips sucking him off.

“
Nice try, but when you’re fucking me, what am I supposed to scream?” she asked.

He swallowed the mouthful of beer
, almost choking on it. Yeah, she was going to be a handful, and Julian couldn’t wait. Already, he was picturing bending her over and pounding himself into her body in abandon. She was going to be one hell of a lay.

“Julian. My name’s Julian.”

She smiled at him, moving her fingers away from his erection to lean into his ear. With teeth, she teased his lobe and finally whispered. “You can call me whatever you want.”

He swallowed.

Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a key card. “I’m in room four forty four. Give me ten minutes to get out of my clothes and be ready for you.”

Julian was horny as hell. All he could think about was taking this woman like some maniac. He wanted to do so many wicked things with her.

His sanity was clearly gone.

Here he was, a prominent business owner, picking up a woman in a bar. People were staring, recognizing his face. Yet, he didn't care. All he wanted was to watch her riding him in bed. Already, he could see her breasts bouncing as she licked her lips.

Julian watched her walk away in the snug skirt, and all he could focus on was her ass.

It was superb.

No, maybe that wasn’t a good enough word. He was willing to build a shrine, drop to his knees, and worship it all night long.

His mind was made up.

Julian Littlemoon would need more than an hour. It looked like he wasn’t going back to work.

Pulling out his phone, he called the office telling them he wouldn’t be in. They could close up and head home. He had other things to worry about, and on the top of his list was getting
dick- deep in the sexy woman upstairs.

Tonight, he was giving himself a little treat. He was going to be serviced until he couldn’t handle it anymore. 

Tossing money down, he headed to the elevators. Enough time had passed, and if he didn't get up to her, he was going to combust just from the fantasy in his head.

He needed her.

Julian was dying to have her.

At the door, he slid the key in, only to find the room flooded with candle light. As he approached, she was waiting for him.

On her knees.

Dear God! He wasn’t going to last long, that’s for damn sure. If this was any indicator of what the night was going to be, he was doomed.

“I see you’re ready,” he said, stopping in front of her as he unbuttoned his pants. Anonymous sex was incredibly hot, and already he liked how she knew what was coming.
There was something erotic about a woman willing to take this position for a man.

Well, in his mind there was.

Now, he needed her in the worst way. 

“I want to feel you on my tongue,” she replied, yanking him forward by his jeans.

Her aggressiveness amped up his lust tenfold.

“Open up,” he ordered, setting himself free
from his boxers.

The second her lips encased his dick, he was in heaven. Yeah, she was giving some amazing head.
He wished he could go for hours just like this, but he knew the truth.

He was weak.

That’s why he was here.

He couldn’t resist her.

If he wasn’t a man with needs, he would be at work doing his job. Instead, he was in a hotel lusting after the hottest woman he’d ever laid eyes on.

He moaned as she sucked for all she was worth. Her tongue working him into a frenzy as her fingers stroked his sac.

“Oh shit!” he whispered, grabbing her head with his hands. Now, he was directing her, driving himself deep in her throat to get off. If he was going to do this more than once, he needed to feel a little relief.