Pleasure Extraordinaire 2 (PURSUIT) (12 page)

The thought of her lips around another man’s dick isn’t something I’d like to ponder
right now. Or ever. I run my finger alongside her spine and hips. Her skin erupts
in goose bumps at the spots my fingertip wanders over. Now, that’s a better sight
to focus on.

“Your ex is a jerk.”

“Yes, he is. I hadn’t realized it until I found out he was screwing my best friend,
too. He didn’t even ask for forgiveness when I caught them riding each other like
wild beasts in our bedroom. I’m glad I’m out of that shit.” She presses her lips together,
looking away, perhaps remembering the pain of betrayal. “I guess mine is but a wishful
thinking.”

“What is it?” I frown at her, replaying her words in my mind to check if I missed
something.

“Finding a guy who doesn’t lie. I’m afraid it’s an extinct species.”

I smirk at her, shaking my head. She’s right. Even though I hate liars, I’m one of
them.

“Ah, also he loved it when I massaged his prostate and probed him in the anus,” she
adds, lifting an eyebrow cautiously, and I’m immediately filled with shame again for
responding to her gesture violently. She was only trying to heighten my pleasure the
way she learned it.

I stop my wandering hand and pull it away from her. I don’t deserve touching her that
way. “Look, there’s no excuse for my behavior. To say I’m embarrassed to death doesn’t
even begin to cover how I feel about what I did. I’m very sorry.”

When I move away, she slithers close to me, cupping my face between her hands, and
kisses my lips softly. Her eyes are open, following mine, assessing my reactions.
I let her kiss me and stare back at her twinkling irises, which are conveying soothing
words to my soul. What is it with her and her power to render me shocked with each
and every move she pursues? I guess I’ll never find out.

She pulls away, but her eyes continue their hypnotist session on me. “You looked pissed
off with me. I feared you’d hurt me.” Her voice is barely audible.

“I feared that, too, when I realized what I was about to do.”

“Haven’t you let anyone else touch you... there?”

I give my head a little shake, trying to remember if any woman even attempted what
Lindsay did twice. Nope, no one dared explore my back more than the customary groping
of the cheeks.

“You weren’t that upset the first time. Was it particularly irritating in front of
another woman?”

“I was upset the first time, too, but this afternoon you just seemed to do everything
possible to get on my nerves. First choosing JJ over me and then dumping him when
I had another woman. It’s not how I pictured the afternoon with you. I thought you
and I would enjoy each other and JJ would be there just to collect the money. Which
of course doesn’t justify my angry outburst in any way.”

“I’m sorry.” She drops her eyes to my lips. “I wish I’d done it the way you pictured
it, but I got scared.”

I grab her hand that’s covering my cheek. “Scared of what?”

“I’d rather not say it.”

Has she seen my tendency for aggression even while I hadn’t been aware of it? Is that
why she was scared of staying alone with me in the same room? Is it related to the
contract? Did Michael warn her off of getting involved with me? Whatever it is, I’m
afraid if I don’t act upon it right now, I’ll never be able to get it out of her.

I kiss her palm, inhaling her sweet scent, and then reach for her lips. She opens
up her mouth for me easily, wrapping her arms around my neck to get more of me. Her
kiss is full of confessions, but I wish I knew what they meant. Sliding her leg between
mine, she starts teasing my cock with her thigh and damn me if my body doesn’t give
her the reaction she’s aiming for. My tactic seems to be failing. Instead of getting
her open up to me, I’m giving her a chance to escape the interrogation. So I do the
only thing I can and pull away.

“Please, I want to hear what scared you so much that you chose to annoy me rather
than use me for your ultimate pleasure.”

Her expression saddens, and she looks at me with concerned eyes. I can feel something
big is coming. I hold my breath, anxiously waiting to know how she’ll wreck my world.
Again.

“Because... because you seem to be the kind of man to whom I could lose my mind over,
easily.”

What? Not Michael, not even my aggressive outburst, but a love declaration, or something
very close to it? She tried to avoid me because she thinks of me as a man she could
fall in love with?

Her face is serious. This is real. Not a joke, but a wave of laughter is threatening
to burst from my mouth. I swallow hard to stifle it. What to say? That’s exactly my
thoughts for you? Or, I’ve already lost my mind over you, and I don’t think it’ll
ever come back to me? With the level of distrust occupying her thoughts, I’ll be giving
her more reasons to suspect my honesty.

However, the expectant look dominant in her expression is pressuring me to respond
to her revelation. I swallow again, sighing, trying to come up with a smart way to
show her how I feel, or at least gain some time. My mind, which I’m always proud of
for its practicality, is now failing me. She’ll give up, collect her things, and go,
never coming back. The thought of her gone and me deserted, pinches at my heart. Why?
Why do I feel so anxious and insufficient around her as if she’s the only woman left
on earth, and if I screw it up, I’ll be left without love?

Love? Why the fuck am I thinking about love?

She sighs and rolls down, putting a cautious distance between our naked bodies. Oh,
no. She’s going. That’s it for me.

“Ahh, I am...” What? I’m what? I feel like a little boy caught in front of a broken
vase and not able to produce a good excuse for it and not the commanding man who gives
consecutive orgasms to any woman available to him.

Her hand travels slowly on the bed, and I feel her fingers on my hip, moving to my
cock. “Now I really want to taste your spunk.”

Huh? What does one thing have to do with the other? If I knew failure to respond has
that effect on her, I’d shut my mouth throughout the afternoon.

She shifts and gets on her knees, walking on all four toward south, deliberately,
self-assured, spreading fright and excitement all at once, and settles between my
legs. Her body is relaxed. Her hands are poised when she moves them on my thighs toward
my genitals.

The cold, calculated expression on her face makes me scared. My cock must have stuck
itself inside me for the fear. She inhales deeply, parts her lips, and sticks the
tip of her tongue out to moist them, and spreads a hand on my flaccid member. I prop
myself up on my elbows to get a better view of the action before me.

She takes her time plotting her next move and eyes me with a shivering smile curling
up her lips. Just like a wild beast seconds before latching onto its victim, her whole
demeanor changes and she launches down and licks my severely tired cock to its full
size in a matter of seconds.

I growl at the effect of her mouth on me. She frees my cock from her mouth for a moment
to regard her accomplishment with pride. My cock glisters with her saliva and throbs
with the need to have her back. I have to fist my hands to keep them from grabbing
her head to prompt her to continue.

She glances at me with a smirk, clearly aware of what’s going through my mind, and
dips her head to give me just what I want. I hiss between my teeth and throw myself
on my back when her moist mouth sheaths my cock, and her tongue swirls around the
tip of it. She’s so efficient with her lips and tongue I’m afraid I won’t last longer
than a minute or two tops.

A deep, male voice from the intercom startles us both. It’s Alexander. “Ace, sorry
for the interruption, but your father is in your office and wants to see you ASAP.”

“Michael?” I mumble. Lindsay slides my cock out of her mouth and gazes at me questioningly.
“This’s the first time he’s visited PE. Something must be up,” I say.

She quickly gets on her feet and reaches for her bra, panties, and the robe. “My dress
is in the room attached to your office, but I don’t want to meet with him wearing
this.” She shows me the transparent robe. She shouldn’t meet with anyone wearing that
except with me. My cock and I watch Lindsay’s ass in dismay when she bends down to
slide into her panties. Even though I had more than my fair share of her for the day,
the disappointment at not having enough time to let her finish me off is big enough
a reason for me to get into a fight with Michael for choosing the worst time ever
for giving me a surprise visit.

“I’ll make sure Nick gets some clothes for you. Are you leaving now? Stay a little
longer. We can have dinner together.”

“I really can’t. I have plans already for dinner.”

My eyebrows lift instantly without my control. What? I’ve slept with her, not asked
for her hand. Why am I suddenly bothered by her possible date with another guy?

“With my sister,” she adds, looking amused, probably by the murderous expression on
my face.

I’m not sure why she had the need to explain herself, but I can’t say I disliked her
attitude. At least it’ll help me focus on the immediate challenge. What is Michael
doing here?

“In that case, I’ll see you soon?”

She smiles and nods. I get off the bed and walk toward her while she’s approaching
me. We meet halfway and embrace each other like long-time lovers.

“I’ll call you,” I promise but my words don’t mean anything. Not as long as she’s
under contract with Michael.

“Yeah, do that.” She peeks up at me, quirking her lips up, and I can’t help but lose
myself in that beautiful mouth. I kiss her passionately as if we’ll start another
love session, and it’s only when she pulls away, I remember I have Michael waiting
for me. He hates waiting like the plague. And worse, he’ll likely ask me what took
me so long, and I’ll have to come up with a lie.

“Don’t tell Michael anything about me and you,” I say.

“I won’t.”

I call Nick and order clothes for Lindsay, while trying to put on my pants and shirt.
Nick accompanies Lindsay out, and I hurry to my office.

Despite my fear of finding Michael in a rage, yelling at my staff to get me to him
dead or alive from wherever I am, I find him chatting and laughing with JJ. I haven’t
been so grateful for having JJ on my team during his three-year contract with me as
I am now. He’s superior when it comes to charming people, no matter what the gender
is.

Michael is sitting in my chair, behind my desk, as if he owns the office. Although
I started up the business with my own money and hard work, he feels entitled to treat
my establishment like his own property. He can ruin me in a matter of days, if he
wants. That’s why I don’t try and rub it in his face that I’m the real owner.

“I get to see my son at last.” There’s a hint of anger beneath the witty tone of Michael’s
voice. Even as an adult, I can’t get rid of the immense feeling of fear at his outbursts.

One can never know the limits of his harm when he’s mad. I’d rather be surrounded
by a dozen first-degree murder offenders than have to deal with Michael in that situation.
The first time Chloe’s pictures with a boy appeared in a magazine—not while kissing
or even holding hands, just walking together on a side walk— Michael got her fully
naked and whipped her with his belt for half an hour straight in front of my mother,
Zane, me, and the housekeepers. She had to be hospitalized for the deep scars on her
skin at the tender age of fourteen. I have no doubt that incident triggered my mother’s
suicidal thoughts.

“I’m sorry, Father. I had a client to take care of.” I hold my breath and glance at
JJ pointedly, hoping he’ll keep his mouth shut about Lindsay. He must have known from
the pictures in tabloids that she’s with Michael. Fortunately, JJ excuses himself
without saying anything regarding the afternoon.

“Can I get you something to drink?” I ask Michael, opening the liquor cabinet.

“Whiskey.”

I pour him generously from the twenty-five-year-old Chivas Regal and place the glass
on the table in front of him. Without losing a second, I get myself a glass from the
same drink and take a generous sip, so he can also start drinking without worrying
about the possibility of having poison in his drink. If I’d done so many horrible
things to people, like he has, I’d also suspect each and everyone around me of plotting
my death.

“I’m having very important guests next weekend.” He puts his glass back on the table
and clasps his hands over my desk. “I want you to accompany me and do your best to
entertain them.”

“We can host a party here for their honor if you think it’s appropriate. May I ask
who they are and what kind of fun they’d prefer to have?” I take my place at the chair
that’s connected to the biofeedback machine and try not to glance at his face since
he hates being stared at directly. For him, only people with power equal to him have
the right to look him straight in the eye and there’re only a handful of them in the
entire world.

“The Russian Minister of Internal Affairs and his wife are coming for a special meeting.
Get your best suites ready because they’ll stay here for three nights. The media doesn’t
know it so you have to take extra precautions to keep their visit confidential. If
anyone gets a whiff of their presence, I’ll hold you responsible.”

Oh, shit. I’ll have to cancel all the appointments from the clients but still have
to pay the loss payments to the employees. That’ll cost me easily a hundred grand,
not to mention the additional costs of catering and decorations. “Of course, Father.”

“Make sure your best looking men and women are available during their stay and hire
some additional prostitutes if you must. I want all of their wishes fulfilled to the
smallest detail. I hope your Russian is up to par because you’ll be their personal
assistant throughout their stay.”

“Yes, Father. I’ll make sure they’ll enjoy their time in Pleasure Extraordinaire.”