Stripped Defenseless (14 page)

“Stop
looking at me like that.” She frowned at him and placed her hands on her
slender hips.

“Like
what?” Curiosity made him ask.

“Never
mind.” She pointed toward the desk. “Is that your
spy
equipment?” She
asked as if the costly setup were a flimsy, plastic toy a five year old would
play with.

Kade
gave her a grin. “Surveillance. So I know when your boyfriend’s getting close.”

“He’s
not my boyfriend, and I don’t plan to be here when he arrives.” She scrunched
up her forehead as obvious concern took over her face. Her dark blue eyes
plunged to new depths. “Please tell me where my shoes are.” She kneeled down
before him and ran her trembling hands up his thighs. “Please. I’ll do whatever
you want.”

Kade
conjured every bit of self-control he had in him as she braced her palm against
his cock, knowing full well what she was attempting to do—seduce him into
letting her go. He cleared his throat but couldn’t gather the willpower to push
her away. “Tell me why you lied to Zack about your eye color?”

“Then
you’ll give me my shoes?” She looked up at him with pouty lips and sensual
eyes.

He
shrugged, but his cock hardened from her touch. “You give me info. I’ll give
you info.” He wanted to offer her so much more than that. An embrace to calm
her nerves. A kiss to tell her he loved her. An orgasm to please them both.
Something. But not a way for her rush out of here with the false hope that she
would be saving herself.

If
Kade let her go, he was sure Moreno would have ten other guys to take his
place.

Out
of the corner of his eye, he spotted movement on the screen. His attention went
back to the cameras as he watched a red SUV drive past the five-mile mark,
sending a series of light dings out through the computer speaker. Damn it.

* * * * *

Poppy
ground her body into Zack’s erection held back only by a pair of thin black
slacks, getting herself off in the process. This was her favorite part of the
job, but she would never admit it to anyone.

Her
mama, bless her heart, would have called Poppy a depraved trollop and sent her
to the preacher for a good talking to. But Poppy couldn’t help it. She always
loved everything about sex and didn’t see what the problem was.

The
stranger underneath her grunted and groaned as she slid back and forth, rubbing
hard against him. “Take off your panties,” he ordered.

“This
is as far as I go, mister.”

“Five
hundred bucks says you’ll do whatever the fuck I say.” He grabbed her waist and
held her still.

She
rolled her eyes. Did the man think she was born in a barn? “You got that on
you?” she asked, just in case. Five hundred would get her one step closer to
her dream house, that was for sure.

His
large hand plopped down on the briefcase sitting next to them, as if it were
its own person. He pulled the case between them and carefully opened it enough
for her to see the stacks of dough inside. With a glint in his eye, he reached
in and pulled out a single one hundred dollar bill. “I have five more of these
just waiting for you.”

“You
got a hell of a lot more than that in there,” she said, excited. “How much is
it?”

“Enough
to get me laid. Now, take off those panties.”

Without
another thought, she stood and slid her thong down her legs. She’d do just
about anything to get her hands on that case. Even screw this guy. At least he
was cute. She’d had worse, much worse. And it wasn’t like Jarred was in a hurry
to turn her into an honest woman.

* * * * *

Ava
felt Kade harden from her touch. She might be angry with the man for all he’d
done, but she couldn’t help but still be attracted to him. And if seducing him
was the answer to her survival, then so be it.

“I
didn’t lie to Zack about my eye color,” she said, maneuvering her body in
between his muscular thighs. “He guessed and I didn’t argue. It was almost as
if he wanted them to be green. As if it meant something to him. So...I let him
have that.”

“Do
you always give pieces of yourself to unworthy men?”

She
bit her tongue so she wouldn’t curse at the man. His words had hit her
somewhere deep, but she didn’t want to face the ugly truth. Just focus on the
objective.
Get your shoes and get out.
She peered up at Kade, who seemed
distracted by something on the computer screen and the odd noise coming from
the speakers. This was going to take more work than she thought.

Determined,
she took a breath and ran her tongue over his jean-covered erection.

“Baby.”
He shifted in his seat and looked down at her. “Don’t do this. Not now, and not
for the reasons you have in your mind.”

Ignoring
him, Ava fumbled with his fly, unbuttoning one, then two, then three.

“Shit.
Ava
...” He ran his fingers through her hair and rested them on her chin,
nudging her to look at him. His expression was intense, concerned, caring. But
he didn’t say a word.

She
knocked his hand away and went back to work. He wasn’t allowed to look at her
that way—like she meant something more to him other than just a paycheck or an
easy fuck. This was about sex, seduction, and survival. That was it.

The
rest of the buttons came undone easily, and she peeled his underwear over the
bulge burgeoning beneath. His beautiful cock sprang free and her mouth watered.

A
pang of desire pulsed between her thighs as she licked his full length from
base to head.

“Jesus,
Ava. I can’t say no to you.”

“Then
don’t,” she murmured and ran her tongue over him again. He was thick, hard and
silky, and she let her mind wander to the times it had been inside of her,
commanding her to come.

After
tightly gripping his base, she sank his head deep into her mouth, devouring
him. “Mmm,” she rumbled against it, sucking and tasting him. Her tongue wound
around, back and forth, over the ridge of his head and then up and down,
feeling every inch of his shaft with her taste buds. His cock pulsed in her
mouth, and his hand braced the back of her neck. He massaged her roughly as he
leaned down and cradled her head.

“Oh,
God, Ava,” he said huskily.

She
palmed his balls and they tightened in her embrace. Her pussy ached for more,
and she rocked against the seam of her jeans.

The
taste of his arousal filled her senses, dizzying her mind.

An
anguishing need throbbed between her legs so she pressed her fingers there,
rubbing her clit. She sucked his hard length into her mouth with a vengeance,
letting him skim the back of her throat. Her tongue stroked and massaged his
silky skin, and he groaned by her ear.

“Ava,
look what you’re doing to me.” His deep voice vibrated through her body,
straight to her blazing core.

His
grip tightened in her hair. He filled her mouth with his sultry cock, so thick
and powerful. She scored her tongue down his pulsating vein, his velvety taut
skin. Over the clipped ridge of his rounded head.

She
eagerly sucked more of him in, tasting his salty flavor. Her pussy wept against
the denim of her jeans, crying for release.

She
was so close, but before she could reach the pinnacle of orgasm, he thrust
forward and let out primal growl.

He
held her against him as his hot cum spurted the back of her throat. She stopped
rocking and swallowed him whole, hating that she loved the taste of him.

And
despising that the seduction was over.

She’d
gone too far too fast. He’d gotten what he’d wanted and she hadn’t gotten a
thing.

One
more piece of herself she’d given away. His words had definitely hit home.

Her
heart twisted terribly, and she fell back onto her bottom. He followed her onto
the floor, hovering over her body, slanting his wounded mouth lightly against
hers.

“Forgive
me,” he whispered and kissed her again. “Please.”

“I’ll
forgive you when you let me go.” She stared into his pale blue eyes as she held
her breath. Only momentarily questioning if she would have loved him under
different circumstances.

“I...I
can’t. It’s for your own good. You have to believe me.” He moved in to kiss her
again, but Ava wasn’t having it.

“Fuck
you,” she whispered and brought her feet up. She slammed them against his solar
plexus as hard as she could. Surprisingly, he lurched back against the chair, like
a tired old man.

Huh.
She supposed every man had a
weakness, but what was so different about that particular instance she didn’t
know and didn’t have time to guess.

He
stood from the ground and quickly buttoned his jeans as he towered over her.
“We’ll finish this later,” he said in a grave voice, but somehow she wasn’t
frightened by his threat at all.

She
rose to her feet and straightened her shoulders. “Only if I let it happen.”

A
sexy smirk curled his lips. He brought his hand up and brushed it against her
pebbled nipple pointing shamefully against her snug T-shirt. “Oh, I think you
will.”

Shocked
by his words and embarrassed by how he could turn her into mush by one simple
touch, she could only watch as he headed toward the door—just as someone began to
knock.

* * * * *

Zack’s
cell phone rang as Poppy was about to sit down on his latex-covered cock. He
put up a finger. “Hold on. I have to answer this.”

She
sighed and sat back on his legs.

“This
better be good,” he said into the phone while groping one of Poppy’s breasts
with his callus-free, manicured hand. “He’s not here and neither is she, so
where are they?” He released her and traveled down over her Bermuda-waxed mound
to her wet heat. He slipped one finger in absently. “You got to be kidding me.”
Growing impatient, Poppy slapped his hand away and slid on top of his hardness,
guiding it into her. She began slowly driving up and down.

He
didn’t object, but it was obvious he was irritated at the information he was
receiving over the phone. “No, I don’t want you to go there. I’ve paid you
morons enough money as it is,” he yelled. “I’ll do it my goddamn self. It’s
what I should’ve done in the first place before Gavin decided to screw me
over.” He shut his phone with force and slammed it back into his jacket pocket.
“Didn’t I tell you to wait?” he bellowed at Poppy.

“Time
is money, pal.” She pumped him faster, grasping his shoulders as she began to
climax. “Yes, yes, yes!” she called out as she worked overtime, clenching her
walls tightly against his erection until she reached a full orgasm and then
collapsed against him.

“Get
off of me,” Zack barked into her ear. “I can’t believe this shit. I just got
raped by a whore.”

“I
didn’t rape you,” she shrieked. “And I’m not a whore.” She flung herself off
his lap and his deflated cock and began searching for her panties. The jerk was
just looking for an excuse not to pay her, and she wasn’t going to let him off
that easy.

“Yeah,
well, I’m not a satisfied customer,” he grumbled and threw his rubber to the
floor. “And I’ve got to get out of here.”

“I
don’t think so, pal.” She was determined to get her money. She ran out of the
room and quickly slid a chair under the knob, locking him and the briefcase
inside.

“What
the—” Zack’s shouts trailed off as she made her way across the club to the
office.

Jarred
walked up behind her, nipping at her heels. “Pop,” he yelled, startling her.
“Dean said you were in the backroom with some guy without cover. What the fuck
were you doing?”

“It’s
not what you think.” She dodged his hand as it came out to grasp her arm. She
jerked the office door open and hurried to the desk.

“Don’t
lie to me, Pop. I know the look you get after you’ve pulled a trick.”

“I
didn’t do anything. I swear,” she lied. She couldn’t help it. That case of
money was the answer to all her prayers and dreams...and she didn’t need to
suck up to any two-bit loser to get it.

Although
she might have to kill one.

Frantically,
she yanked out the drawers of the desk, sweeping her hand through each one.
Where was the gun she always saw Jarred playing with?

He
came up behind her and captured her arms, swinging her around and pinning her
against the desk. “What are you doing?” he asked, piercing her with a stare.
“Looking for a condom? Who you got in that room?”

“Nobody.
And trust me. I’m not looking for a condom.” She already had a stash of those
in the backroom.

Poppy
scanned the room, making up time as Jarred held her down. And then she saw it.
On top of the filing cabinet. “Do you want a blow job?” That usually distracted
him.

He
stood up and straightened his leather jacket. “Uh, sure.”

As
he sat down in the folding chair, Poppy sprung for the gun and attempted to
dash out of the room.