Pleasure Extraordinaire 2 (PURSUIT) (17 page)

“Don’t you fucking stop,” she yells and glances up at me with threatening eyes. Her
legs squeeze around my waist to add to her warning. I have no other way but to comply
with her wish.

Thrust, moan, breathe, thrust, moan, breathe.

Our skins are slick with sweat, all my senses on high alert. Lust blurs my mind, pushing
me close to insanity. She’s everywhere and everything I feel. I close my eyes; she’s
still there. The smell of our fucking fills up my nose, leaving no room for anything
else. I can’t feel where my body ends and hers begins. She’s me and I’m her.

Before I can even think straight, I lose it. Everything I thought I was slips away
into nothingness in the instant I hammer my release into her. I freeze and realize
she’s not moving either. Only when I open my eyes, I notice I’ve shut out all the
noise, including Lindsay’s sobs.

“Fuck you. Fuck this,” she swears one after another and loosens her legs around me.
I ease out of her and help her get her feet on the ground. Rather than standing, she
collapses on the floor, still crying and mumbling curses. She’ll catch a cold on the
chilliness of the cold floor, but that doesn’t seem to bother her.

“What’s it, baby?”

“I’m not your baby.” She rolls on her back and throws her arms over her face, panting
and crying.

When I scoot down, she flinches up to her feet and flees from me. I get seriously
worried as I watch the door bang loudly behind her. Did I come too fast? Did she tell
me to stop and I didn’t hear her? Did I hurt her? Is that why she’s mad?

I jump up and follow her into my bedroom. She moves over the bed, slips under the
bedcovers, and continues crying silently. It must be the contract. She must be feeling
guilty for breaching a non-existent rule by having sex with me. If only I could make
her see Michael is the last person on earth worthy of her loyalty.

“I’m sorry I pushed you into something you didn’t want.” I kneel on the bed, plop
behind her body, and pull the covers away from her head. “You have no fault in this.
It was entirely my doing. If Michael ever finds it out...”

“I’m not crying about that.” She sobs and pushes the cover back over her head.

My hand moves over to her shoulder, though I don’t know if I’m allowed to touch her.
“Why, then? Tell me. I need to know.”

“You were right,” she says between loud sobs. “I shouldn’t have had sex with you for
the second time.”

Her reply leaves me more puzzled than anything else. When did I ever tell her not
to have sex with me twice? “I don’t understand.”

“You told me the day we first met. I shouldn’t have sex with the same man more than
once unless I have total control over my emotions. I can clearly see now, I have no
control whatsoever over my emotions, thoughts, or my body.”

A smile forces its way on my lips despite my worry over Lindsay. “You’re not alone
in this. I’m the same. I’ve been a total mess since the day I met you. The sex only
made it worse.”

She raises her head above the covers, turns her head, and gives me a questioning glance.
“Are you toying with me?”

“Of course not.” I crawl under the covers to feel her naked skin against mine, slide
my arm beneath her arm, cupping one breast, and lower my head to kiss her shoulder.
Her sobs turn into gasps and squirms, and she trembles in my arms and pushes her ass
against my flaccid member.

“You amaze me, Lindsay Doheny, and you scare me. You drive me insane with your unpredictability.
You encourage me to be a better man. You’re the first woman who has ever made me feel
jealous of other men. You’re the most straightforward person I’ve ever known. You’re
giving, kind, generous, funny, smart, protective, sexy, beautiful, vulnerable, yet
very strong. For the first time in my life, I’m thankful to Michael. For bringing
you into my life. You’re my dream woman come true.”

“Wait, wait, wait. You’re insulting me while buttering me up. For one, I’m not unpredictable
and definitely not scary. Who do you think I am? Chucky’s Bride?”

“Have you seen yourself in the video with Macey Williams? I think Chucky’s Bride would
look like an angel next to you.” I laugh and squeeze my arm around her tighter, because
she’s slapping my hand and trying to escape from my hold. “I’m kidding. I’m kidding.”

She pinches my arm so hard, I have to flinch my hand away. Taking advantage of my
pain, she jumps up on me, straddling me with her legs. Her knees press painfully against
my ribcage, and I let out a scream. “How about this? Ace Hawkins, you’re an absolute
ass, an arrogant dick, a voyeur, promiscuous, opportunist, obnoxious, and manipulative.”

I lift my hand to her face, brush her cheek, and then draw her down against my body
so I can kiss her. She surrenders, softens the hold of her knees, and kisses me back.
Then, easing back to look at me, she adds, “And I can’t stop having dreams about a
future with you. I’m a lost case, I know.” Her eyes search my face for a reaction,
perhaps a serious one that reciprocates her honest feelings for me, but I can’t help
laughing. “Just like I said, you’re an absolute ass.” She smacks my chest and starts
to move down.

I wrap my arms around her to hold her in place. “I’m sorry. I’m just caught by surprise.
I’m glad you dream about me, because I dream about you all the time.”

“What dreams?”

“You know, dreams.”

“Sex dreams?”

“Yeah.”

She rolls her eyes and smirks. “It’s not the same. Oh, men. When will your small heads
stop ruling over your big heads?”

She rolls down over to the bed and I let her go. She curls up against me, resting
her face on the pillow beside me, gazing at me with curiosity. I can stay naked in
bed with her just like this for the rest of my life, her soft curves pressing against
my skin, and I won’t complain. With her, I can shut out all the problems, my past
horrors, disappointments, losses. They stop running amok in my mind when Lindsay is
with me.

She touches my shoulder gently, then waves her hand at my face. “Hey, are you still
there? Don’t tell me you’re having a sex dream right now.”

“I kind of am. I was thinking how completely happy I’d be if I got to spend the rest
of my life naked in bed with you.”

A breathtaking smile broadens her lips, and she lowers her eyes, her smooth skin flushing
a deep red instantly. I guess this was more of the response she was fishing for.

“God, I want you.” I catch her neck and pull her in to kiss her senseless. Our tongues
fight to claim each other’s mouths. Her teeth bite me playfully; her lips suck with
passion. As our kiss deepens, she lifts her leg and hooks it up around my hip. Her
hand grabs my semi-hard cock and rubs it along the lips of her moist pussy. As soon
as it gets to its full length, she guides it inside her body. Her irises roll to the
back of their sockets, and she arches her head back, gasping as I fill her up. Her
pussy is creamy wet, soft, and cushiony, and wraps around my cock tightly like a hand.

She’s so fucking hot; although I came not longer than fifteen minutes ago, I’m ready
to burst into her now. I slide my hand down and press my thumb against her clit. She
groans and turns her head down to watch our fucking. Her eyes are heavy. Her lower
lip is trapped between her teeth. Lust is giving her face a new dimension and intensifies
her beauty.

Sex has always been mechanical for me. Only about getting my dick into a pussy and
some hard friction until I’m done. Never have I felt astonished or even slightly interested
by the sight of my lovers. None of them caused my heart to pump like it’ll jump out
of my chest. Lindsay, however, awakens all my senses, alerts my mind, and pushes my
heart to its limit. What is it with her?

I thrust into her hard and draw circles around her clit with my thumb because there’s
no way I can hold it for longer.

“Oh, god. I’m coming.” Her mouth remains open as her body stills. The exquisite view
of her losing herself pushes me toward my own release, and I drive my thick load into
her pulsating sex. My heart beats loudly in my ears. My body is fuming with heat as
my lungs demand more air.

The physical strain of having sex twice with only a few minutes break after two hours
of sleep hits me full force, and I roll on my back, moaning like a shot animal. The
pillow draws me inside it with an unimaginable power, and my eyes fall closed. Darkness
covers everything, including Lindsay’s musical voice.

When I wake, I feel lost, disoriented. Have I dreamed everything? Murmurs of a female
come from the living room, and my memory is instantly filled with the flashbacks of
Lindsay. I can’t have possibly dreamed it all, because the fresh images running wild
in my head can’t be the product of my dull mind.

My head still feels heavy. I don’t know how long I slept but I can definitely use
a few more hours. I head to the bathroom and get a quick, cold shower to wake the
rest of my body up. I may need to go to work, but I won’t as long as Lindsay wants
to spend the rest of the day with me, even if the entire PE building catches a fire.

After drying myself, I comb my hair and wrap a towel around my hips. Lindsay is wearing
my t-shirt and sprawled on the couch, talking on the phone. The sight of her bare
legs sends all my blood pooling in my groin again. Her eyes drop to the towel—the
part covering my crotch to be exact—once she notices me.

“Can’t it wait until tomorrow?” she asks to whomever she’s talking on the phone. “I
see. Okay.” She sighs as she disconnects and places the phone on the coffee table.
“Hey, sleepyhead. I thought you passed out.” She sits up, letting her eyes wander
over my chest, and I smile at the appreciation visible in her expression. I settle
on the couch beside her and put my arm around her shoulder. She welcomes me with a
soft kiss and slides both her arms around me as tightly as if I might escape, reflecting
my own urge to have her close.

I ease back a little to admire her face, glowing pink cheeks, smiling lips, and twinkling
eyes. No sign of anger or disappointment on her face. Good. “You’re beautiful.”

“So are you.” She runs her fingers through my wet hair, playing with its curls.

“Who were you talking to?”

Her body stiffens. The smile freezes on her face. Her whole demeanor changes with
my questions. “Edric. Michael wants to see me today.”

My body reacts exactly the same way to her response. What does he want from her? I
have a nagging suspicion that it’s about the Russian envoy. I have to make sure Lindsay
doesn’t get involved with them. “Lindsay, I have to tell you something, and I need
you to believe every word I say. I care a lot about you, and I don’t want you getting
hurt.”

The mask she usually wears falls back onto the contours of her face. Her brows knit
together, forming deep lines in between. Her lips are a tight line.

“Michael told me about some very important guests he’ll have next weekend. The Russian
Interior Minister and his wife. He wants me to entertain them over at PE. My understanding
is that they won’t be content with just exotic food and fine music. They’ll also want
sexual pleasures, which I’m more than happy to provide them with my staff. However,
Michael implied something that I think you have a right to know.”

Her chest stops moving. She stares at me wild-eyed. I think she knows what I’m about
to say. “If the Minister wants you as a sexual partner, Michael won’t decline his
request.”

“Oh, god.” She pulls her hands away from me and cups her now red cheeks.

“You can get away from it. Say you’re sick. Get really sick if you must but don’t
join that party. He’s not the person you think he is. He physically abused Chloe,
Zane, and me for years long and still does. Irene killed herself because she couldn’t
take it anymore. He treats his employees with disrespect and hostility. You have to
protect yourself from his abuses. Better stay at your home with a high fever or a
broken leg than be around Michael’s clients, because Michael has no limits when it
comes to satisfying the clients he works with to get what he wants.”

“What if I can’t convince him, what if he forces me, are you going to be at the party?”

“Yes, I will. I must be present as the owner of PE and his son. But, please, I’m begging
you, find a very good excuse and save yourself from the pain.”

She nods several times. Panic tenses her muscles all over, and her body shakes visibly.
“I have to go now. Michael is expecting me.”

“Okay, I’ll get ready quickly and drive you.”

“No. Someone might see me in your car. It’s better nobody knows about us. I’ll call
a cab.”

“Good call.”

She hurries to the bathroom and comes back fully clothed. I hold her jacket as she
slides in and hug her tightly before opening the front door for her. “Call me afterwards.”

“I will,” she says and strides into the elevator.

W
hat have I gotten myself into? I must have the perception of a five-year-old for not
having seen what kind of manipulative and abusive person Michael is. But, a part of
me whispers, what if Ace is the manipulative one? Ace is sweet and handsome, and sexy
as hell, and I might know him physically better than anyone else, but the fact remains
that I don’t know his personality any more than I know Michael’s. Ace might have a
secret agenda or some unresolved issue with Michael and might be trying to get back
at him through me—just like Zane tried—although I don’t know what exactly he’ll gain
by preventing me from entertaining Michael’s guests.