Undercover Obsession (3 page)

Spending this evening eating pizza was a perk
he wasn’t willing to deny himself after all the disappointments
this assignment had wrought. He didn’t know if he wanted to
befriend her to ease his conscience or because he wanted to see
what those expressive eyes looked like as he fucked her, but if he
could make her weekend special by spending as much time with her as
possible before he returned to Sandoval and hopefully garnered
enough evidence from an arranged meet with Pasquino next weekend to
put an end to his assignment, then it would be worth the torture of
being in such close quarters with a woman who was off limits to him
sexually, and not just because of his job. Though he harbored a
fondness for his assignment’s ward, she was too young and too naïve
for his tastes.

“That sounds much better than ordering room
service and spending the evening in a hotel room. Thanks.”

Damn it, he swore silently as he followed her
inside and his eyes were automatically drawn to her ass. He was
here as a friend, not as her fuck buddy he repeatedly told himself,
even if he couldn’t help but noticing that her baggy jeans couldn’t
hide the soft roundness of her buttocks or keep him from imagining
her draped over his lap, her cheeks bouncing with each slap he
administered, her skin warming under his hand. He knew his good
deed of traveling here this weekend wasn’t going to be enough to
ease his conscience once she learned Charles’s fate and the hand he
had in delivering him to it just as he knew he wasn’t going to be
spending any time between those soft, round thighs. With the
exception of attending the private parties Charles gave for some of
his high rolling gambling clients, parties catered by an escort
service owned by Sandoval, he never fucked while on the job and his
relationships in between assignments were based on nothing more
than mutual sexual attraction and were always short lived, sexual
indulgences Piper wasn’t cut out for. Hopefully, he wouldn’t see
her again after this weekend, wouldn’t have to face her looking at
him with the same disappointment and disillusionment she had shown
when he had arrived without Charles.

“What the hell was I thinking?” Piper
muttered three hours later as she loaded the few dishes into the
dishwasher while Brody went out to the car to bring in his bag. For
the life of her she couldn’t figure out what had possessed her to
offer him a place to crash on her large sectional couch instead of
watching him leave for the night to seek out a hotel room. Just
because she hadn’t enjoyed herself with a man or anyone else as
much as she had with Brody the past few hours, wasn’t any reason to
take leave of her senses and torment herself by having the image of
that tall, muscle hardened body sprawled half naked only a few feet
from her bedroom in her head as she tried to sleep. “Damn it, just
thinking about him is going to be enough to keep me awake,” she
grumbled. “Did I have to go and make it worse?”

“Problem, darlin’?” Brody leaned his shoulder
against the wall as he crossed his arms and grinned at the way she
yelped and jumped. Her muttering drew him to the kitchen when he
had returned with his bag. She obviously had been so intent on
grumbling about having trouble sleeping she hadn’t heard him
return.

Piper felt her toes curl and her pussy weep
in response to hearing him call her darlin’ in that slow, deep
drawl of his, her usual response to that endearment that she knew
good and well meant nothing to him. “Damn it, Brody, you startled
me!” Slamming the dishwasher shut, she turned to face him,
irritated more with herself than with him. “And no, there’s no
problem. I’ll get you a pillow and blanket. I already set out clean
towels in the bathroom.”

“I don’t need you to wait on me, Piper. And I
hope you know you can trust me.”

Unfortunately, she thought sourly. Sighing,
she replied, “Charles trusts you, so I see no reason why I
shouldn’t. “

On impulse, he walked over to her and gave
her a brotherly kiss on her forehead, hoping his gesture would get
her to relax. “Go to bed. I’ll lock up,” he offered gruffly, the
fact that she really shouldn’t trust him not sitting well with
him.

Chapter Two

“You look quite pleased with yourself,
darlin’,” Brody commented as he refilled her wine glass. “And you
should be. Keeping a four-point-zero GPA in two majors is something
to be proud of.”

“Thank you, Brody.” Piper sipped her wine as
she leaned back in her chair and basked in his undivided attention.
“Actually, I am very pleased with myself. Thank you for bringing me
here.” They had just finished dinner at Bistrot du Boeuf Rouge in
downtown Geneva, an expensive, posh French restaurant that was
popular among the residents as well as with tourists. Piper had
never been here, had chosen to save every sent of her five thousand
dollar monthly allowance from Charles to invest in her future. She
was waiting on a call from him today as to which direction her
future was going to take now. This time, she was under no delusions
that he was ready to bring her back to the states and welcome her
into his life with open arms.

“You’re welcome. I was proud of you today,
Piper, and I know Charles regrets not being able to attend your
graduation.” That, at least, was true. Charles’s determination to
sever ties with Pasquino so he could live a more normal life could
put Piper’s life in the crosshairs if her existence was unearthed.
His anger and disappointment when Brody had discovered they were
being tailed everywhere they went three months ago, made Charles
stop his visits to Geneva, stating it would be worth a temporary
separation from Piper if the end result was eventually giving her
more freedom as well as keeping her safe.

Taking another swallow of her wine, Piper
stated emphatically, “I don’t want to talk about him.”

“Fair enough. What would you like to do
now?”

Oh, shit, Piper thought as she tried to keep
her thoughts from showing on her face. That was a loaded question
if she ever heard one. What she wanted was to spend the rest of the
night having hot, hard sex with the man sitting across from her
looking indulgently at her out of grey eyes. She had come out of
her bedroom this morning just in time to see Brody emerge from the
bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of black, silk boxers. His body
was even bigger, harder than she had imagined, the dark, curly hair
on his chest which tapered down to disappear into his shorts made
her nipples tingle as she imagined what those springy curls would
feel like as his hard chest covered hers, his thick thighs
spreading hers right before he thrust into her in one deep stroke.
Ted’s thinner, hairless chest had certainly never inspired such a
fast, pussy creaming response.

“First, I’d like another glass of wine,” she
answered him as she held her glass up for a fourth refill.

Raising one black, brow, Brody filled her
glass again, indulging her. “I was going to ask you if there was
someplace I could take you dancing, but I’m afraid you’re going to
be doing good just to get out to the car. I take it you haven’t
spent a good portion of your college weekends getting wild and
crazy with your friends?”

“Yeah, right,” she snorted inelegantly. Piper
had spent the past four years working hard to get through school
and just as hard at trying to please Charles enough that he would
want her to come back home with him when she graduated. But she was
tired of being a good girl, tired of trying to get more from the
man who had been the only parental influence in her life since the
age of eight than one weekend a month, tired of not having any
control over her life. Tired of simply existing instead of living.
Tonight she wanted to be bad, tonight she wanted what she knew she
couldn’t have, tonight she wanted to pretend, just for a little
while, that Brody wanted her as much as she wanted him. The wine
had gone to her head, made her forget she was the overweight,
pathetic ward of his employer, giving her the courage she never
would have had if she had been clear headed.

“Take me home, Brody. Let’s curl up on my
couch again, drink more wine and watch sappy movies.” And hopefully
end up in her bed together, she thought as she finished off her
wine in one swallow.

Brody grinned at her thinking she made a cute
drunk. “I don’t like sappy movies,” he teased her as he came around
and helped her from her chair. Even with three inch heels on, she
was a head shorter than him and he couldn’t help but drape his arm
around her and tuck her next to his side. He wasn’t an idiot. At
thirty-two, he knew when a woman wanted him and Piper had starry
eyed lust written all over her. Combine her youthful infatuation
with probably her first over indulgence with alcohol, and he had a
potential problem in his arms. As much as he fantasized about
riding her soft body for hours, he wasn’t about to risk this
operation or add to what was soon going to be truth revealing grief
for her. But he didn’t want to ruin her big day any more than
Charles’s absence had, so he would have to find a way to keep her
happy without hurting her feelings.

“Tough. I sat through two Die Hard’s last
night. Tonight, it’s your turn to watch my choice.”

“We’ll see.”

An hour later, Bruce Willis was in the middle
of trying to save New York while Brody was waging his own battle
trying to gently keep Piper’s hand from exploring any further south
than his chest. “Piper,” he warned for the third time as those soft
fingers finally succeeded in nimbly unbuttoning the top two buttons
of his shirt and slipping inside. “I’m trying real hard to be good
here, darlin’. Why don’t you do the same?”

“Because I’m tired of being good. “ Other
than Ted, Piper had never been so close to a man and lying on her
couch, curled up next to Brody with her head on his wide, hard
chest, wearing a silk pajama set she had made herself, she decided
she never wanted to move. Since she was wider than her former
boyfriend, who, admittedly was as skinny as a beanpole, it was a
novel and arousing experience for her to feel small surrounded by
so much hard, male flesh, but the courage the wine had given her to
attempt to explore more of the man who had her more aroused than
she had ever been before was ebbing with each rejection from Brody.
She had known he wasn’t attracted to her sexually, few men were she
had long ago accepted, but she had been hoping he would behave in
typical male fashion and let his dick rule. The large erection
pressing against his zipper for the past thirty minutes was proof
his body didn’t care if she was the overweight, relatively
inexperienced ward of his employer.

Clasping her wrist, Brody pulled her hand
from beneath his shirt, mentally telling his cock to knock it off,
it wasn’t happening. “Charles would have my hide if I took you up
on your enticing offer. Come on, let’s watch Bruce finish kicking
ass then I’ll tuck you in.”

Piper turned her head up and looked into his
determined face. Those lips that she had spent hours fantasizing
about were tightly compressed, the only outward indication he gave
other than his erection that he was affected by her. The
encouraging, tantalizing sight of that hard, unrelenting bulge just
inches from her had been enough incentive to override her normally
reserved nature, but the sight of that mouth held so rigidly doused
any hope she had of persuading him to ignore his reluctance to end
this night the way she had been hoping.

“Fine,” she grumbled irritably. “But since
you got your way with the movie, you have to at least kiss me good
night when you tuck me in.”

“I can do that.” The question was, could he
stop there? It had been difficult enough fighting off the urge to
fill his hand with her thick black hair and press her head down
until he felt those full lips surrounding his cock, kissing her was
just going to make it that much harder to keep from showing her
just how much he did want her.

The sound of her phone drew both of their
attention and reluctantly Piper shifted away from Brody and
answered the call from Charles she had been anticipating and
dreading. “Hi dad.”

Brody watched the pleasure on her face dim as
the tone of her conversation with Charles shifted when Piper
mentioned she wanted to look for a job in the states. Obviously, he
had once again refused to allow her to leave Europe, giving her no
explanation. Even though Brody wasn’t supposed to know about
Charles’s money laundering, he had repeatedly urged Charles to come
clean with Piper if there was a specific reason for exiling her
overseas, warning him she was an adult and would eventually do as
she pleased with or without his permission. But Charles had refused
to budge on the matter, refused to tell her anything except he was
looking out for her best interests. The disappointment on Piper’s
face, as well as the anger betrayed in her voice as she bid Charles
good-bye, made Brody wish this damn assignment was over. One more
week, he thought, and hopefully they’d get enough from what
Sandoval thought was his last meet with Pasquino to have both of
them in custody.

“Thanks for today, Brody,” Piper said
woodenly as she rose from the couch. As much as she wanted to
continue to try to coax Brody into her bed, she didn’t think she
could take another rejection tonight. Even though she had known,
deep down, that Charles was going to try to keep her here, away
from him, it had still hurt to hear him once again refusing to even
consider moving her back to the states.

Unable to stand the look of sadness on her
face, Brody rose and took her hand. “I promised to tuck you in,
didn’t I?” Stifling the surge of pure lust that shook him when her
soft, unbound breasts shifted beneath the green silk pajama top, he
moved in front of her and pulled her behind him down the hall so he
wouldn’t have to watch the way the silk clung to the soft round
globes of her ass, adding to his discomfort.