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  “You’re grinning like an idiot, mon ami,” Jacques said, stepping out of the room.

  He couldn’t help it. He was at peace and comfortable with his family. “Yeah, well you’re not exactly frowning, my friend.”

  Jacques laughed as the security guard approached. As they passed each other, a disk was slipped to the vampyre.

  “What’s that?” Flynn asked, lowering his voice as Jacques tucked it in his breast plate.

  “That, my friend, is the security footage from that room.”

  Brogan stared at him. “You mean that we now have…”

  Jacques grinned wickedly. “Yes. We can relive this memory over and over again.”

  Yeah, it was good to be the undead.

  Chapter Five:

  Undercover Lover

  ~~ Tori & Julian Littlemoon ~~

  There were days when being a private investigator sucked.

  Today was not one of those days.

  Julian had been following this one woman all day long, trying to get the photos he needed before going home. She had become his obsession, and he couldn’t stop snapping pictures of her.

  He wasn’t normally into brunettes, especially since his wife was a fiery redhead. Yet, something about the long, luscious brown hair made his heart skip in his chest.

  Julian wanted nothing more than to hold it in his hands as he ran his fingers through it. His body tightened at just the thought of it slipping across his body as her head was buried in his lap.

  Shit!

  He was hard as stone and needed to find a way to get closer to her.

  When she left her vehicle, heading into the high class hotel, he knew he needed to follow. Something deep down was urging him on, since pictures of her wouldn’t be enough. He needed to smell the sexy scent that he was sure she gave off. He wanted to run the palm of his hand across the curve of her ass.

  He just wanted her.

  There was no way around it.

  Taking pictures wouldn’t suffice. Julian had to make her his, if only for that one moment in time. One little interlude wouldn’t hurt.

  Would it?

  Locking up his car, he tucked his digital camera in his pocket and headed into the hotel. Inside, he could only hope she went into the bar before retiring for the night.

  If she was there, he had a chance. Julian wanted to make sure the trip to her room wouldn’t be alone.

  They could maybe have an hour alone, before he had to head back to the doldrums of work. Already, he could picture ripping off her clothes, throwing her down on the bed, and burying himself in her repeatedly, until the ache in his body was satiated.

  Then, he’d dress and be out of there before anyone knew it.

  She was his obsession, and he couldn’t stop.

  Inside the dark, smoky bar, he saw her.

  God, she was sexy as sin, and that was what he needed in that moment. Where his brain told him it was a bad idea, his dick said otherwise. She was what he needed to get through the day.

  Seeing her at the bar, he took a seat beside her.

  “Can I buy you a drink?” he asked, watching as she played with a long brown curl. He was mesmerized as she twirled it around her finger.

  “Are you married?” she asked, not even looking over at him.

  Her voice was warm like liquid honey. He wanted her a million times more now, just because of that one sentence. It was obvious he wasn’t single. His ringed finger sat right on the bar in clear view.

  “Yeah, is that a problem? I’m not looking for a relationship. What I want is between your legs, and then I’ll be on my merry way.”

  Now, she did look over. When their eyes met, his body tightened even more. Oh yeah, she had to be his. If he didn't get to screw this woman’s brains out here and now, he’d die.

  “I’ll take that drink,” she said, and it was answer enough to his question. Obviously, this stranger didn't care that he was married. For now, she was all his. It was time to seal the deal and get laid.

  Reaching into his pocket, he threw some cash down and ordered a beer. “One of whatever the lady is having too.”

  She ordered a shot of tequila.

  What he wanted to say was ‘drink up’, but he didn't think that would matter. Drunk or sober, he didn't care.

  Julian had one goal in mind- her naked in bed.

  “Are you here on business?” he asked, sipping his beer as he made idle chitchat.

  She did her shot and ordered another.

  “No. I’m here to get laid. Do you think you can help me with that? I happen to think Native men are hot.”

  There was a chorus of hallelujahs going off in his head. Yeah, he wanted that same thing. Hot, sweaty, no strings attached sex in some luxury hotel with her.

  Repeatedly.

  Then, they could go their separate ways. After all, he was a married man…

  Glancing at his watch, he noticed that he might be able to stall and get more than one quickie with her. She intrigued him, and he was ready to risk his timetable, blowing off work for her.

  “Is your wife going to notice you’re missing?” she asked, spinning her own wedding ring around her finger.

  “Probably.”

  That made her laugh, and it was melodious, sending shivers down his spine.

  “Yeah, my husband will too, but I have to say that I’m intrigued.”

  He was curious. “Why?”

  “You’ve been following me all day. I saw you at the shoe store, the mall, and outside.”

  “I wanted your attention,” he answered honestly. “If you spend the night with me, I can promise you’ll never forget it.”

  Leaning over, she ran her fingers over the bulge in his jeans. When he sucked in a sharp breath, she smiled. “Well, you have it. What should I call you?”

  She added pressure to her light stroking, and it nearly drove him wild. Here was a gorgeous woman practically jacking him off in a public place.

  Holy hell! He was ready to explode right then and there.

  “I don’t think names are important,” he answered, his dick twitching beneath her attention. With each stroke, he pictured her sexy lips sucking him off.

  “Nice try, but when you’re fucking me, what am I supposed to scream?” she asked.

  He swallowed the mouthful of beer, almost choking on it. Yeah, she was going to be a handful, and Julian couldn’t wait. Already, he was picturing bending her over and pounding himself into her body in abandon. She was going to be one hell of a lay.

  “Julian. My name’s Julian.”

  She smiled at him, moving her fingers away from his erection to lean into his ear. With teeth, she teased his lobe and finally whispered. “You can call me whatever you want.”

  He swallowed.

  Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a key card. “I’m in room four forty four. Give me ten minutes to get out of my clothes and be ready for you.”

  Julian was horny as hell. All he could think about was taking this woman like some maniac. He wanted to do so many wicked things with her.

  His sanity was clearly gone.

  Here he was, a prominent business owner, picking up a woman in a bar. People were staring, recognizing his face. Yet, he didn't care. All he wanted was to watch her riding him in bed. Already, he could see her breasts bouncing as she licked her lips.

  Julian watched her walk away in the snug skirt, and all he could focus on was her ass.

  It was superb.

  No, maybe that wasn’t a good enough word. He was willing to build a shrine, drop to his knees, and worship it all night long.

  His mind was made up.

  Julian Littlemoon would need more than an hour. It looked like he wasn’t going back to work.

  Pulling out his phone, he called the office telling them he wouldn’t be in. They could close up and head home. He had other things to worry about, and on the top of his list was getting dick- deep in the sexy woman upstairs.

  Tonight, he was giving himself a little t
reat. He was going to be serviced until he couldn’t handle it anymore.

  Tossing money down, he headed to the elevators. Enough time had passed, and if he didn't get up to her, he was going to combust just from the fantasy in his head.

  He needed her.

  Julian was dying to have her.

  At the door, he slid the key in, only to find the room flooded with candle light. As he approached, she was waiting for him.

  On her knees.

  Dear God! He wasn’t going to last long, that’s for damn sure. If this was any indicator of what the night was going to be, he was doomed.

  “I see you’re ready,” he said, stopping in front of her as he unbuttoned his pants. Anonymous sex was incredibly hot, and already he liked how she knew what was coming. There was something erotic about a woman willing to take this position for a man.

  Well, in his mind there was.

  Now, he needed her in the worst way.

  “I want to feel you on my tongue,” she replied, yanking him forward by his jeans.

  Her aggressiveness amped up his lust tenfold.

  “Open up,” he ordered, setting himself free from his boxers.

  The second her lips encased his dick, he was in heaven. Yeah, she was giving some amazing head. He wished he could go for hours just like this, but he knew the truth.

  He was weak.

  That’s why he was here.

  He couldn’t resist her.

  If he wasn’t a man with needs, he would be at work doing his job. Instead, he was in a hotel lusting after the hottest woman he’d ever laid eyes on.

  He moaned as she sucked for all she was worth. Her tongue working him into a frenzy as her fingers stroked his sac.

  “Oh shit!” he whispered, grabbing her head with his hands. Now, he was directing her, driving himself deep in her throat to get off. If he was going to do this more than once, he needed to feel a little relief.

  “Make me cum!” he ordered, as she worked him harder.

  He was in heaven.

  “That’s it,” he hissed, feeling the pressure building up. It wouldn’t be long. “Show me how good you are at this. I want you to swallow everything,” he ordered.

  When she added her hand, he knew he was done. This vixen was going to milk him for every drop. At the first explosion, she did what he asked, drinking him in. Soon, gone was all the pent up frustration that he’d been feeling all day.

  Oh yeah! This scorching hot dick tease made him do it.

  She was the cause off all this.

  When he was spent, he yanked her to her feet.

  “So good,” he muttered, shoving her roughly back onto the bed. He didn't notice before, but her attire was pretty erotic. From the black lace bustier to the barely there thong, she was asking for it.

  It was a good thing that he was willing to accommodate.

  Dropping to his knees, he roughly pulled her to the edge of the bed so he could dine on her delicious body. Yanking the G-string aside, he buried his tongue and fingers in her slippery wetness.

  She moaned.

  He feasted.

  “Julian!” she yelled, surprised that he didn't even take her out of her clothes. God, this was so damn hot. He promised her a good lay, and it appeared that he planned on keeping his word.

  She couldn’t wait.

  His mouth was amazing as he devoured every inch of her.

  As he teased, tormented, and pushed her closer to the edge, Julian shoved everything from his mind. All he wanted was to make her scream.

  For him.

  “Oh God!” she shouted, as he ground his mouth down on the most sensitive part of her body. At this rate, it wouldn’t be long before she exploded. He was working it hard, as if desperate to teach her a lesson. There was no doubt who was boss, and it wasn’t her.

  When he nipped her with his teeth, she gasped and fell over the edge. She came so hard that her entire body was vibrating beneath his lips.

  Yet, he didn't stop.

  He kept going, licking, lapping, devouring, and feasting. Julian was a man on a mission, and she knew he wasn’t close to being done. As his fingers plunged into her body, he made her work for every single second of pleasure. With each slide, he timed it with a rough nip of her clit. He wanted her to suffer and remember this moment for the rest of her life.

  Julian ignored her pleading as he focused on the meal before him. The way she coated his tongue, it reminded him of honey. She was sweet, delicious, and addictive. When she was back to quivering beneath his lips, he wanted nothing more than to make her beg. As he switched up the rhythm, she squirmed beneath him, trying to get him back to the right spot.

  Oh, he loved her breathless begging and little gasps. He wanted nothing more than to make her as horny as he was. Already, his body was coming back to life, needing another round with this wanton vixen.

  Just as she was close, he stopped.

  She stared down her body at him. “What?”

  “I think I need you to get me hard again. It seems that I want to watch you with my dick in your mouth some more. Apparently, once wasn’t enough.”

  He took four steps back and waited for her.

  From the bed, she could see his semi hard erection and wanted it more than anything in the world. If he asked her to crawl, she certainly would. Standing, she crossed the room slowly, enjoying how he was watching her body. His eyes were on her breasts, and she made sure to put some sway in her walk to keep his focus. Once in front of him, she circled his body, trailing her fingers over his chest and arms. They were the same height, staring each other in the eyes.

  “Can I show you how I like to make a man wild?” she purred in his ear.

  Julian would have swallowed glass at that moment to get her hands and mouth on him. “Yes.”

  Unbuttoning his shirt, she ran her hands over his lean torso. With moist wet kisses, she left a trail across his chest and tattoo. When he reacted to her touching it, she grinned wickedly.

  “You’re incredibly sexy,” she admitted, standing behind him. Before he could speak, her arms circled his corded hips and took his erection in her hand.

  Julian moaned as she stroked him and whispered incredibly explicit things in his ear.

  “I want you to fuck me all night long.”

  His dick twitched in her hand.

  “I want you to pound yourself into me until I scream your name.”

  Julian watched her slim fingers stroke him, adding a twist to make him lose control.

  “I want to feel you cum in me, over and over.”

  Oh, he planned on it.

  “I want to meet you here again and again, never letting this end.”

  He moaned. He could picture himself doing just that. This was definitely going to happen multiple times. It was too hot to forget it.

  Now, he was rock hard all over again and needed her mouth on him.

  “You’re a dick tease, so get to it.”

  Walking around to his chest, she never let go of his erection. When his hand went to her shoulders, pushing her down to her knees, she went willingly.

  “I want to fuck your mouth.”

  “Have at it. I love the way you taste,” she replied, eagerly opening for him.

  Julian nearly lost it.

  Burying his hands in her hair, he started slow, watching her lips slide over his dick, leaving a trail of wetness behind. He couldn’t wait to be sliding between two different lips later in the evening’s festivities.

  As the tempo increased, her fingers and mouth nearly pushed him over the edge. When he knew he couldn’t take much more, he pulled away.

  “So soon, Julian?” she asked, wiping the saliva from her lips and chin.

  “You’ve got quite a mouth on you.”

  “I aim to please.”

  Heading towards the bed, he turned to motion towards her. “Why don’t you join me?” Sitting, he slid back across the mattress. “In fact, how about you climb into my lap and you let me check out your very fine ass?�
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  She was desperate to have his mouth on her again. She would let him do whatever he wanted to her behind, just to have him touch her more.

  As she went to straddle his body, he stopped her.

  “No, lay over my lap.”

  The heat pooled in her lower body as she did what he asked. When she was across his legs, his hands began exploring. “You have the sexiest derrière I’ve ever seen,” he offered, running his fingers over it. Then, they swept down into the wetness between her legs. “It makes me want to do crazy things.”

  She swallowed as he teased her clitoris from behind with his very eager fingers. God, she wanted to ride his hand or any other part of his body at that point.

  “Do you know how dangerous it is to pick up men in a bar?” Julian asked, stroking her flesh.

  She laughed, thinking he was kidding.

  When his hand connected with her bare flesh, she gasped. “Shit! What was that for?”

  He grinned wickedly as his free hand unlaced the back of her bustier. “For being a very bad girl.”

  At his words, she could feel his erection hardening even more beneath her hip. She wiggled a little, teasing him. “Yeah, well, bad girls need love too,” she admitted, earning another smack.

  Only this time, it didn't shock her. Instead, she got wetter and hornier.

  Julian didn't know why he had her in this position. Maybe it was curiosity or that delectable behind. For now, he wanted to make her squirm even more. With slick fingers he explored all she had to offer.

  “Oh God,” she whispered, as shivers went through her body at his touch.

  “I bet you want me to be in you,” he asked, as he tormented her. The room was filled with her breathy gasps and the wet slurping sound of him entering and exiting her body.

  “Yes!” she blurted. “I want you!”

  He laughed, rubbing her clitoris roughly.

  “Oh God!”

  He loved how she was wiggling her ass, trying to get more contact with his hand. She was desperate to get off, and he was so turned on.

  “Oh shit! I’m cumming!” she shouted, as he continued to tease her.

  Her breathy little moans as she tried to refocus, made him as hard as steel. At that moment, he needed to be deep in her body. He couldn’t wait much longer.