Time to Play (11 page)

She fastened her seat belt, and then he was buzzing through the city.

Staring out of the window, she looked at the passing scenery.

“So you think this person or people who are stealing from you were
unaware of my connection to Malcolm?” Simone asked.

“Your picture is not spread around the news, Simone. It is like you
don’t exist in your father’s world.”

“You’ve got that right.”

“How can you not have existed? Even daughters of famous actors and
billionaires make their way into the papers. How did you manage to stay
hidden?” Cole asked.

She shrugged her shoulders. “After
my parents’ divorce, my mom left the country for a few years. I spent a great
deal of time in
Europe
, and when some time had
passed, we came back here. No one wanted to go and find my mother. She wasn’t
newsworthy.”

“How come?
She married your father.”

“There is a lot you want to know.
Why?”

“Curiosity.”

Simone glanced at him wondering if
he was telling the truth. The image from her fantasy popped into her mind. She
was curious about other parts of his anatomy.

“She was a nice girl.
Never said a bad word about anyone.
Her only downfall was
the fact she fell in love with my father.
Other than that,
nothing.
He made promises he couldn’t keep.”

“He must have cared about you both
at some point,” Cole said.

“What makes you think he did?”

“He left her with plenty of money. If he despised her like you said then
he’d have left her with nothing.”

She thought about what he said then shook his suggestion off. “There was
no love between them. The only thing she got right was giving birth to my
brother.”

“Do you and your brother get along?”

“Sometimes.
He can be a little protective around me. My
brother means well. Can we stop talking about me? What about you? What do you
do for a living?” she asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I’m in business with
Callum
.”

“What did you do before that?” she asked.

He stayed quiet for several minutes. She saw he was tense in his seat.
Simone looked out of the window deciding not to press for more details.

“I was in the armed forces and served in
Iraq
. That’s all I’m saying about it.
I don’t want you to ask questions. I want it to be left alone in the past.”

She nodded her head seeing the pain on his face. Reaching out, she put a
hand on his leg. “No problem.”

“You’re not going to ask me any personal questions or invasive ones?”

“Nope.
You don’t want to talk about it, and I’ll
respect it.”

He took a quick second to glance at her. “You’re up to something.”

“No. It just means that if I can’t talk to you about your past, then you
can’t talk about my dad and all the crap associated with him.” She opened her
hands in a scale motion. “Win, win for me.”

Cole chuckled once again.

“You’re a strange woman, Simone
Allusifa
.”

“I’m one of a kind, honey.
One of a kind.”

They travelled along the city roads for several more miles in silence.
Simone wasn’t uncomfortable. She was happy with the silence as it gave her more
time to think. Cole rounded bends and stopped at lights. Her gaze kept straying
to the strength in his hands. What pleasure could be gained from having those
hands on her body?

She bit her lip to stifle a moan. The thoughts running around her mind were
sinful. Simone took a quick glance at his face and saw him concentrating on the
road. She shuffled ever so gently in her seat. The bottom of her dress rode up
her thighs, exposing a great deal of flesh.

Taking another quick peek, she saw his fingers had tightened, and his
lips were pressed into a firm line. Had he looked?

Crossing her legs she allowed the fabric to fall even further as she
gazed out of the window.

A hiss and a growl came from the seat beside her.

She smiled, trying her hardest to hide it. The man beside her was
affected by her body. The knowledge filled her with a strange kind of power.
Before that moment he’d merely been a fantasy. What would happen if she could
turn her fantasy into a reality?

Don’t go there, Simone. Things could
get ugly.

However, no matter how many times she tried to reason with her own
chaotic thoughts, her fantasy wouldn’t let her go. She knew what she wanted.

She saw the entrance to the parking lot and discovered only one or two
members of the press around the building. Cole was in the parking lot in quick
time, stopping them from flashing their cameras.

Simone waited in the car when he pulled up in the reserved spot. She
remembered how upset he’d been when she opened her own door. It was an
old-fashioned attitude, but one she liked. Maybe she could show more of her
thighs off to him.

He stood waiting for her. She took his hand, making a show of getting
out. Did he see her pussy as she exited the car?

With no panties, he’d be able to see everything she had to offer.

Cole helped her onto the elevator, and then they were inside their
condo. She walked straight through to the office.
Callum
was nowhere in sight.

“Where is tall, dark, and handsome?” she asked, sitting on the edge of
the spare desk.

“He’s at work. It is one of the reasons that the press are no longer
lurking outside our door.”

“Great. What do you need me to do while I’m here?”

“Take a look around the place. We still haven’t acquired any of your
data.” Cole left her stood in the office. She looked at
Callum’s
big desk, and her fantasy played full swing inside her head.

Four days had passed since her sex with
Callum
.
She should be fine, and yet, every moment she thought about that man she was on
fire.

She followed Cole out into the sitting room. He sat on the couch with
his feet propped on the coffee table flicking through the television.

“How come you’re not at work?” she asked, folding her arms.

“I’m at work. I’m babysitting you until he gets home.”

“You’ve got a very unconventional partnership, haven’t you?”

He slowly turned his head to look at her. “What do you mean?”

“You’re best friends.
Neither of you are in a
relationship, and
you’re closely working together. I guess I was
wondering where the connection ends.”

He glared at her. Simone pushed his feet off the coffee table and sat in
front of him. The cold of the glass was a welcome relief to her ass.

“You think
Callum
and I are in a
relationship?” Cole began to laugh. Simone loved the laid back look on his
face. He really looked handsome, sinfully so when he let himself go and have
some fun.

“What’s so funny? You could be in a relationship. Some men got off on
their partners fucking someone else. Did
Callum
tell
you all the juicy details after?” Her pussy tightened to think of Cole stroking
his cock while thinking about her.

Cole leaned forward. The action was smooth and quick. His hands went to her
knees in the same way
Callum’s
had done while he had
her on the staff room counter.

“I can assure you, Simone, the only thing going on between
Callum
and me is friendship.” His hand went underneath her
skirt. Goose-bumps erupted on her flesh.

“Nothing more?” she asked, biting her lip. His hands covered both of her
thighs. She knew there was a great deal of strength in his hands.

“You don’t need to get your panties in a twist because of me.”

She chuckled, grabbing his hand. “Cole,” she said, shaking her head. “I
never wear panties.” Then she pushed his hands away from her. “I need some
coffee. Do you want some coffee?” she asked, getting up and walking through to
the kitchen.

She heard his growl, and she chuckled. Teasing Cole would be fun.
Flicking the switch on the coffee maker, she spun around then squealed. Cole
was standing right behind her. He’d not made a sound. Her heart pounded inside
her chest.

“You should be careful who you
tease.”

“Oh, yeah?
And what makes you different from
everyone else?” she asked with a hand on her hip.

“I take what is on offer.”

She didn’t get chance to protest.
His hand banded around her waist, and he brought her close to his body. She
felt the hard press of his cock against her stomach.

“And I don’t ask for permission.”
Then he slammed his lips down on hers.
Callum’s
kiss
had been hard whereas Cole’s was all about dominance. He took from her without
waiting for her to give consent. It was hard, biting almost, and she loved it.
Her nipples tightened to hard peaks against the dress. Her naked pussy was
leaking her own cum down the tops of her thighs. Good sex was messy, and with
the way Cole was treating her, she knew it would be messy with him. He pressed
her against the fridge with his hand diving under her dress and cupping her
naked ass hard.

****

Cole knew he needed to stop, but he
couldn’t. The feel of her lips and the exquisite plumpness of her ass were too
much pleasure to deny
himself
. She was a hot, sensual
woman, and who in their right mind would deny her? The moment she’d said she
didn’t have any panties, he’d been lost.

She’d been teasing him all morning.
He had seen the way she moved her dress up her thighs. Simone needed to be
taught a lesson. Some men were not right to tease. He certainly wasn’t one of
them.

Her fingers pushed the suit jacket
he wore down his arms. He didn’t let her go, and the jacket remained in place.

He knew he needed to stop. Just a
second more, a minute longer of her lips on his and he’d be able to leave.

She lifted one of her thighs over
his hip. His cock pressed to her core through his pants. Shit, she was hot and
wet. He felt her heat through his clothing.

Her cries brought him out of the
trance he was in. Cole kissed her one final time on the lips then pulled away.
“Don’t mess with all the men you see.” He pulled away and went back to the
couch.

He ran a hand over his face
wondering how he was going to survive the rest of his life with only that small
taste.

Chapter Nine

Callum
saw the strain between Simone and
Cole when they met him at the restaurant for dinner. She looked gorgeous in the
pale pink summer dress while Cole looked every bit the bodyguard.

Neither stared at the other.
Simone’s hand shook when she took a
sip of water. The waiter came to take their order, and
Callum
reached over to stroke her hand. They were maintaining their sudden, loving
relationship for the public eye. She smiled at him then gazed down at her menu.

The waiter clocked the gesture and began writing before they even
started ordering.

“I’ll have the steak, medium rare, with the potatoes and hollandaise
sauce,” Cole said, handing back the menu.

“Same here.
Simone, what would you like?”

“I’ll have the lobster starter followed by the chicken salad with extra
dressing.” She closed the menu then gave it back without smiling. The waiter
moved away, and Simone snatched her hand back.

“What is going on between you two?”
Callum
asked.

“Nothing,” Simone said, checking her nails.

“I kissed her because she’d spent the whole morning teasing me with her
body. I simply gave her a warning about teasing the wrong kind of man.”

“Did you kiss him back?”
Callum
turned back to
her. He noted the flush to her cheeks. Not only had she kissed him back, she’d
liked every second of it.

“We’re not exclusive,
Callum
. We were supposed
to be strangers.
One meeting without any looking back.”

“That doesn’t mean we can’t play,” he said.

She glared at him. “I’m going to find out who’s stealing your money, and
then I’m moving on. I want nothing to do with you or this. I want a quiet life.
You can’t give me that.”

The waiter came back, and
Callum
used the
excuse to touch her again.

“Here is your lobster starter, Miss. Do you gentlemen want a starter as
well?” the waiter asked.

Cole and
Callum
shook their heads watching as
Simone ate the food in front of her.
Callum
couldn’t
think of a single time when he’d taken a woman to dinner and she’d eaten with
such hunger.