Authors: Evelyn Adams
“This whole thing is distasteful,” she said, mimicking his tone. “I want it over and you out of my life.”
“I simply want my money, Miss Blake. The money your brother owes me. But I have to ask again, where did you get the money?”
“I don’t have it yet.”
There was a smack like the sound of flesh hitting flesh, followed by a low groan.
“Don’t hurt him!”
Eric jumped to his feet, shaking off Luke’s restraining hand and hurried to her side.
“I’m out of patience, Miss Blake. Don’t toy with me, or I will hurt the people you love. I find pain to be an excellent motivator.”
Julie heard another thump and a low moan, and tears pricked her eyes.
“Your father is still alive, isn’t he?”
“Leave my father alone, you bastard. I’ll get you your money. All of it. I have a friend who works at First National. She helped me get a loan. I’ll have your money the day after tomorrow.”
“I’m really not sure I can wait that long. You promised me the twenty-five tonight and now you’re telling me I have to wait another day and a half. I think you’ve misunderstood how this relationship works.”
“Please.” Julie hated the sound of her pleading with the animal that had her brother, but the important thing was to get Caleb back alive, keep her daddy safe and Eric out of the mess. “It’s the holiday. Everything is slower than normal because so many employees are on vacation. Meet me at the parking garage at the Harris Court Mall at two o’clock the day after tomorrow, and I’ll have your money.”
“Again Miss Blake, I think you misunderstand the nature of things. You do not dictate terms to me.”
“I don’t want to walk around lugging duffle bags full of money. There is a First National branch in the Harris Court building.”
“Very well, Miss Blake. The day after tomorrow at two o’clock. I look forward to meeting you. In person.”
She could feel Eric vibrating beside her, and she looked to Jackson to see if it was okay the end the call. He nodded, and she blew out the breath she’d been holding.
“Sorry I can’t say the same,” she said.
“Make sure you bring the money, all of it, or next time the damage will be permanent.”
IT TOOK EVERY BIT OF restraint he had to let Julie talk to the slime on the phone, and when the bastard hit her brother, he could have killed the man with his bare hands. Seeing Julie with tears in her eyes did him in. She didn’t cry. For something to hurt her that badly…well, he’d be damned if it ever happened again.
He pulled her back against him, wrapping his arms around her from behind. She let her head fall back to rest on his chest, and he nuzzled her cheek, sheltering her with the bulk of his body.
“Did you get what you needed?”
“I think so,” said Jackson. “It’s a place to start.”
“Find a place to finish it,” warned Eric.
“We’ll get the bastards. Don’t worry. Miss Blake, it would be better if you didn’t go out alone.”
“She won’t,” said Eric. He wasn’t letting her out of his sight until this was over.
“You can’t go out with her, sir. The two of you absolutely cannot be seen together. In fact it would be better if you went on with your normal schedule.”
“No.” No way was he leaving Julie by herself. His executive chef could handle things until this was over. He’d make it up to him later.
Jackson nodded. “That’s up to you. Just do not go out together. I’ll get everything set up for the day after tomorrow and be in touch with the details. Try not to worry, Miss Blake. In two days this will all be over.”
Luke thumped him on the back. “Hang in there and call if you need anything.” He leaned in to kiss Julie’s cheek, and Eric stifled a possessive growl. Luke had trouble of his own on his jobsite. He hadn’t needed to take time out to be with Eric. The fact the he had meant a lot to him.
“Wait, I’ll walk you out.”
“Don’t worry about it. We’ll show ourselves out.”
“Send my love to Claire.”
“I will,” said Luke. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Julie. When this is over, the four of us should get together. I think you and my Claire will hit it off. You’re both very strong women.” He gave her a soft smile, his eyes shining as he talked about the woman he loved. Eric was struck again by how much things had changed for his friend since he met Claire. “And try not to worry. Jackson is the best in the world at what he does.”
The head of security followed Luke out, and they were alone again, just he and Julie.
“Are you okay, cher? How are you feeling?”
“Cold,” she said, sinking back into him. “I’m not sure I’ll ever be warm again.”
“Come on,” he said, catching her by the hand. “I think I know something that will help.”
Tugging, he pulled her down the hallway and into the master bathroom.
“Wait here,” he said, dropping her hand and leaving her standing in the doorway. He turned the taps on the enormous reproduction claw foot tub. He loved old things but none of the old tubs where big enough for him. He’d had this one made in the style of the old tubs but with a few extra feet of length. In moments, the tub was filling with hot water, scented bubbles growing on the surface.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, heading for the kitchen. He grabbed a chopstick and hurried back to her. Standing behind her, he peeled the long sleeved T-shirt off of her body. He pulled her hair into a ponytail and twisted it against the back of her head, using the chopstick to anchor it in place. With the gentle curve of her neck exposed, he paused to nuzzled and kiss her sensitive skin, but he felt her trembling under his hands and hurried to get her naked. She’d warm up once she was in the hot water. He’d make sure of it.
His fingers worked loose the clasp on her bra, and he slipped the pink lace from her body, freeing her gorgeous tits. Skimming his hands up the sides of her body, he reached around to cup her, rubbing his thumbs over her sensitive nipples. The puckered flesh tightened under his touch, and he pinched and rolled the tender peaks until her back bowed, pressing her breasts into his hands and the cleft of her denim covered ass against his aching cock.
Her head rested on his chest, and he bent to nip and lick his way along her jaw line to her ear, all the while continuing to torment her swollen nipples. With her back to his front, he felt her breathing shallow and fast, needy little pants that drove him fucking crazy. Sliding his hands from her breasts to her ribcage and across the soft mound of her belly, he reached the waistband of her jeans and popped the button. He tugged the zipper and then pushed the jeans down over her hips and to the floor, taking her panties with them and steadying her so she could step free.
When she was gloriously naked, he took her hand and helped her into the tub. Her sigh of pleasure when she sank below the bergamot scented bubbles set his already rock hard cock throbbing.
The hot water on her chilled skin was bliss. It felt like she’d been cold for days, every minute except the ones she spent in Eric’s arms. As tempted as she was to let her eyes drift shut, she couldn’t drag her gaze away from the erotic vision in front of her. Eric shrugged out of his T-shirt, baring an almost smooth gorgeous chest and flat muscled abs. A thin line of hair ran down his stomach, disappearing where his jeans sat low on his hips.
When he popped the button on his fly, Julie bit her lip, and when he pushed his jeans and boxers down, freeing his huge cock, her mouth actually watered. Eric stepped out of his clothes and came to stand beside the tub.
“Scoot forward, cher,” he said, and she hurried to make room at the back of the tub.
Eric sat behind her, his legs straddling her hips and pulled her back to rest against his chest. She drifted for a moment, lost in the sensation of being immersed in hot water with his strong body wrapped around her. He reached for a remote on the shelf beside the tub and clicked the gas fireplace on the wall to life. Another press of the button and the lights dimmed, casting the room in the soft glow of the flickering fire.
“Aren’t you tricky,” she said, melting into him.
“You have no idea.” He let his hands slide down her arms, capturing her hands on the edge of the tub. With delicious slowness, he raised her arms and guided them to the back of her head. “Keep your hands here,” he said, his voice a low rumble against the shell of her ear.
She locked her fingers over her twisted hair and relaxed back, content to give herself over to whatever he had in store for her. She didn’t have long to wait. Eric skimmed the sensitive backs of her arms, dipping below the bubbles to slide his hands along the sides of her breasts and down to the soft mound of her stomach. He repeated the pass from her stomach up to her arms, moving closer to the center of her body and waking all the nerves in the path of his touch.
By the third pass, his fingertips grazed the edge of her areolas, and her flesh pebbled tight, aching for his hands. She arched, grinding her butt against the long thick length of his hard cock.
“So impatient,” he said, and she could hear the smile in his voice. “Not yet, cher. We have all night.”
She made a frustrated noise, but she tried to relax and focus her attention completely on the feeling of his fingers gliding over her wet skin. It wasn’t going to work. He was making her ache for him, the teasing touch layering heat and desire without doing anything to sate it. His fingertips brushed the tight round peaks of her nipples, and her back bowed, desperate for more.
“Eric, please.” Her voice sounded low and strained.
“Easy, cher. We’ll get there,” he said, but his hands focused on her breasts, cupping them and dragging his fingers together to meet at the peaks.
Over and over her stroked, drawing his hands from the base to the tip, and she fell her breasts swell, ripen for him, going hot and achy under his touch. Her breath came in shallow pants, punctuated with needy little whimpers. He was killing her with pleasure, waking up every cell in her body, making her burn for him. She wriggled back against his cock, unwilling to disobey his command not to move her hands but needing to see if he was as affected as she was.
“I can see we’re going to have to do something about you.” He slid his hand from her breast, and she groaned in frustration.
Wrapping his hands around her hips, he hoisted her onto his lap, positioning her so she sat across it, her bottom resting on the tops of his thighs. His arms curved around her like the back of a chair and he cradled her in his arms.
“Put your arm around my neck and the other on the edge of the tub,” he said, and she hurried to comply eager to have his hands on her again.
His cock nudged her and she parted her thighs to make space for it to slide between them, the iron hard length of him riding the slick seam of her body.
“Let you head fall back.” He pressed a kiss to her damp cheek, and she relaxed back against his arm. “That’s it,” he said when her eyes drifted closed.
He reached around her with the hand supporting her back and cupped her breast, his thumb grazing her tight nipple. The fingers of his other hand traced teasing circles over her nipple, the pads of his fingers rough but his touch feather light, never quite easing the ache. When he had her trembling and squirming on his lap, he took her nipples in his fingers and gave them a hard sharp pinch.
Julie cried out, riding the line between pleasure and pain. She clamped her thighs together around his cock, and he thrust up to meet her. Rolling her nipples between his fingers, he pinched and pulled, his touch as hard and rough as it had been soft and light. The contrast was exquisite, and she bucked and arched, clutching at the rim of the tub desperate for the feeling of his hands on her.
When her nipples were red and swollen, stretched to peaks and straining for him, he bent his leg underneath her. The movement lifted her far enough out of the water for him bend his head to her breast. She watched him cup her breast, holding her aching flesh for him. Watched as his lips circled her nipple and sucked, drawing her tender skin into his mouth, scraping her with his teeth. He suckled her, and she held his head to her breast, her fingers tangling in his damp hair. Worshipping her breast with his teeth and tongue, he nipped, laving the small hurt before sucking with long rhythmic pulls.
Her pussy gushed for him. Even in the water she could feel her sex, slick and swollen. She was arched, back taught as a bowstring, certain she couldn’t take moment more of the pleasure and pain, and still he tortured her, moving from one breast to the other, teasing, tasting, tormenting until she was wild for release. When he finally slid his hand from her breast across her belly to her aching sex she was so close to coming, the simple brush of his fingertip over her clit set off shockwaves of pleasure.
“Turn for me, cher,” said Eric, shifting her over his lap. “I want to touch you everywhere.”
He moved her so that she was draped across him, kneeling between his legs with her head on his chest. The position had her cuddled in his arms with her back exposed and his cock resting against her thigh. Trailing his fingers from the nape of her neck to the cleft of her butt, he traced the bumps of her spine, paying attention to each vertebrae. He repeated the process over and over dipping lower each time, the feather light touches waking her nerves and adding to the fire he was stoking inside her.
Eric’s fingers slid along the slope of her ass to the slick folds of her sex. He dipped the tip of his finger inside her and groaned.
“God, you’re so wet, so slick,” he said, sinking his finger into her.
Julie arched, tipping her hips to give him better access and smiled at his answering growl. He slid a second finger beside the first, but instead of setting up a steady rhythm to drive her to orgasm, he played, teasing her with his fingers, stroking gentle arcs in her tight channel all the while avoiding her clit.
She whimpered and cried, her breath coming in shallow gasps and still he wouldn’t relent, stroking, teasing, marking her as his. His thumb rested against the tight bud of her anus, rubbing small circles around the puckered opening. With the tip of his soap slicked thumb, he breached the tight ring of muscles, working in to the first knuckle and then farther until he was fucking her in tandem with his hand, the fingers in her pussy working with his thumb in her tight back channel to make her whimper and moan. The pinch and sting of his thumb combined with the gentle arcing stroke of his fingers in her pussy moved her to the edge of her climax. When he reached around her to press the fingers of his other hand against her clit, she went over, trembling and shaking as her sex clenched around his hand, and waves of pleasure rolled over her.
He kept his hands moving, drawing out every last bit of her climax, not stopping until the last aftershocks of pleasure rippled through her. When she was limp and spent, her body still thrumming, Eric helped her shift so that she was sitting in front of him again. He wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling the tender skin behind her ear and nipping along her throat.
“Take me inside you,” he commanded, his lips against her ear and his voice ragged with need.
He slid his hands to her hips and raised her so that the head of his thick hard cock was poised at her opening. Julie braced herself with her hands on the edge of the tub. In one smooth movement, she sat down, taking him deep inside her. Eric groaned, and they froze, wedded together. The feeling of fullness overwhelmed her. Her pussy was swollen, and his cock was huge. With her legs together in front of her, she felt tight, needy, aching. She’d just come, and already she needed him again.