Chapter 31

 

The jazz club in Soho was perfect. The dimly-lit basement managed to deliver a surprising level of intimacy and was just the right place to seduce a woman. And Dylan Rider knew just how to do that. He was easy to like, had great charisma, but most important of all, oozed sex appeal. It was no effort to agree to a date. He’d been trying to get her into bed for weeks.

They were in a small intimate booth and April had enjoyed the music while sipping cocktails in the glamorous 1920’s surroundings. It had a lot of class, without a hint of pretentiousness.

“Would you like to dance?” Dylan asked when a slow blues song came on.

Why not?

“That would be nice,” she smiled and stood up.

He walked with one of his hands on her lower back towards the small dimly-lit dance floor. She’d wager he’d done the seduction routine stacks of times. She easily slipped into his arms and they began moving closely to the music. It actually felt pleasant.

“You smell lovely,” he whispered in her ear, “what is it?”

“Nothing you’d be used to buying,” she teased. Any perfume he bought for a woman you wouldn’t be able to buy over the counter at Boots. He’d be used to buying the high-end stuff.

He grinned. “You’re such a tough nut to crack, Gemma, do you know that, mmm?”

“I wasn’t aware you were trying to crack me. I thought we’d agreed on being friends.”

“I agreed to that because it was what you wanted; I wanted more. But I’ve respected your wishes, you can’t deny that.”

“I know you have.”

They fitted well, close together. He smelled divine. A subtle oriental fragrance that sent her senses into overdrive. They continued in silence swaying their bodies to the rhythm of the music. Although quiet, a new intimacy was developing between the two of them.

The music eventually stopped, and he led her to their seats, his hand subtly caressing her lower back. The dance and closeness to him had certainly given her libido a huge kick.

He sat her down before taking his seat and reached for her hand. His warm brown eyes had taken on a sexy, come-to-bed, look.

His lips gently kissed the back of her hand and he held onto it as he rested it down on the table. “I’m wondering if I can persuade you to move things on between us. You must know how attracted I am to you. Dare I say you feel the same way about me?”

Go for it.

“Maybe. But I’m thinking with my head, and not my,” she hesitated, “other regions. I still have to work for you. Okay, I’m not cleaning your house anymore, but I’m likely to see you at the gallery.”

“So? I’m not just after one night if that’s what you’re thinking. I’d like to get to know you . . . properly. You’re bright, Gemma, you could do so much, especially looking the way you do.”

She gave an exaggerated sigh. “I’ve got to see this rehabilitation period through, and I don’t want anything jeopardising that. I’m sure sleeping with the boss isn’t exactly what the parole service had in mind when they placed me at the gallery.”

“As far as I can see, you’re doing a terrific job. Nobody would be questioning your work ethic. I’m pleased with that, and Ingrid is also. I asked her to convey to your parole officer how well you’re doing, and I believe she’s done that.”

“That’s kind of her, and you. I am grateful that you’ve given me this chance. But what if I was caught, you know . . . with you?”

“But you’re already here with me, so you’re over the first hurdle. I really don’t understand what you’re worried about.”

“Yes, well, I’m hardly likely to bump into my parole officer here, am I? Or Joey and Rachel.”

“Is that what bothers you, people finding out?”

“It’s a consideration, yes.”

“Okay then, what if at the gallery I continue to play your boss, just like I have been doing. How about that?”

“It’s a start.”

“Right, that’s settled then. I can do clandestine, in fact,” he raised an eyebrow, “I might actually enjoy it.”

She smiled at him. Even though he was good-looking, his charm made him more attractive. He’d know exactly how to please a woman. She had to get to his phone, and the likelihood of getting access to that was much greater if there was some intimacy between the two of them.

That was the only reason, though. Wasn’t it?

“Is that a yes smile?” he asked with a cheeky look.

“Sort of.”

He leant forward and kissed her for the first time. He didn’t make more of the kiss than he had to. She tasted rum. Her tummy flipped, and her pussy twitched. It had been a long time since she’d had sex.

He pulled away. “Are we good to go?”

“Okay, where to?” she asked standing up.

“Well, I have got a table booked for dinner, but I’d sooner scrap that and take you straight to bed.”

“Ah, but I need feeding so I’m afraid we’re going to have to eat first,” she grinned cheekily, intentionally prolonging his wait.

“Right, come on then. How about a McDonald’s?”

“A McDonald’s?” she repeated.

“Yeah, fast food. That’s what I need right now.”

She rolled her eyes at him as he helped her on with her jacket.

 

He’d taken her to a small boutique hotel for dinner. They chatted about the gallery, the weather, and must-see holiday destinations, simply to get through the meal. They both knew dinner was a prelude to sex.

She placed her knife and fork together on an empty plate and smiled at him. “That was a fabulous meal. Thank you.”

“Do you want dessert?” he asked.

“Erm, I’m not sure I could eat another thing. How about you?”

“Yeah, I’m fancying something,” he grinned seductively, “but it doesn’t come out of a fridge and on a plate.”

“Is that right? What is it you fancy then?” she asked putting on an innocent expression. “See if you can tempt me, too.”

He grinned sexily. He liked this game, she could tell.

“What I want right now is a beautiful woman with a gorgeous figure that I can lose myself with. I want to give her some pleasure . . . until she’s begging me for more. I want to bury myself deep inside her until she comes screaming my name. And then I want to fuck her again and again, so tomorrow, she’ll be reminded exactly who she’s been with.”

She crossed her legs. “Well that certainly beats the chocolate torte I had in mind.”

He laughed then tilted his head questioningly, “So, what’s it to be. My dessert or the chocolate torte?”

She threw him a sexy grin. “Yours has fewer calories . . . and I am watching my weight.”

“You are such a bloody tease, Gemma, and there’s no way I’m going to make it back to mine.  Wait here, while I get us a room.”

 

He closed the hotel room door and pulled her to him, running his fingers through her hair. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

She took a sharp breath and his tongue thrusts between her parted lips. His body was rock-hard against hers, and his spicy cologne filled her senses. She met him kiss for kiss, and the blood rushed downward as his low and deep groan reverberated over the drumming in her ears. One of his hands fisted her hair, tightly, and her mouth opened wider for him as he drove deeper.

He traced his fingers across her trembling lips. “I want you so much,” he breathed, “every part of you.”

He slipped his finger into her mouth and she curled her tongue around it, sucking and getting more turned on by the second.

“You’re so bloody hot,” he groaned, slipping in another finger, “so warm, and wet.”

His mouth covered hers in another deep, breath-taking kiss. There was an intense throbbing between her thighs, and her legs could barely hold her up.

His passionate tongue dance eased into a gentle nipping of her lower lip with his teeth. He broke the kiss, “Let’s get out of these things.”

They stripped off eagerly. Even though sex was at the forefront of her mind and pulsating body, she surreptitiously watched where he placed his clothes. He tossed a condom on the bedside table, but left his phone in his jacket pocket.

She kept her purple bra and panties on. They were sexy, and showed off her figure to perfection. Sex with him had been on her mind when she’d bought them.

He took her hand and led her towards the bed, reaching behind her to unfasten her bra. His sexy eyes darkened at the sight of her exposed breasts, and her nipples pebbled with need. She drew in a shuddering breath and closed her eyes as they gently lay down. His palm grazed her breast and cupped its weight, while his fingers pinched her nipple, tweaking and twisting, adding more searing heat throbbing inside of her. She writhed and moaned, incredibly turned on despite him hardly touching her.

His mouth was relentless on hers. “I knew it,” he groaned, “you have the most beautiful breasts.”

She caressed his thick hair as his teeth worked their magic, grazing her aching breasts, and her head fell backwards as he sucked hard on each nipple. Her belly twisted as the pleasure became stronger and he sunk his teeth into her neck.

He cupped the back of her neck as he licked her collarbone and then slid his splayed hand all the way down, across her tummy until he finally reached where she wanted him to be. She could feel her own wetness and her clit throbbed.

He knew.

He eased her thong slowly down her legs, enhancing the anticipation of touching her where she most needed him to.

It felt like a bolt of electricity when his slick fingers touched her clit, all the time keeping his mouth locked with hers as he started to stroke her.

She moaned as he slid a finger deep inside, and then he added another . . . and rubbed her clit lightly with his thumb. The pressure was pleasurably brutal.

“Yes,” she panted as his fingers moved faster and she felt herself rushing towards an orgasm. “Oh God, yes.”

“Come,” he rasped, pressing his thumb harder against her clit.

Her ears were ringing, and her skin buzzing until she could stand no more. Her pussy clenched as she jerked against his hand and orgasmic pleasure burst through her body.

It had been so long.

She put her hand on top of his, silently indicating it was enough. He held her while her breathing slowed.

“You’re so hot when you come, do you know that?” he whispered silkily in her ear, “and I can’t wait to be inside you any longer.”

He reached for the condom off the dresser, ripped it open with his teeth and handed it to her. She easily applied it to his hard smooth cock, stood to attention with the head glistening.

She began to work him.

“Spread your legs,” he demanded.

She did as he ordered and moaned for him when he opened her with his fingers. She squeezed at his cock, at his balls, licking her lips at the thought of him inside her.

“That’s enough,” he groaned, “anymore and it’ll be over before it’s begun.”

He moved his position, holding his cock and moving it up and down her labia, teasing her entrance and making her pussy twitch for more. His infectious mouth continued to bestow kisses on her as he penetrated her slowly, inch by inch. She adjusted her position to accommodate all of him until he was balls deep inside of her.

They gradually fell into a rhythm where she rocked to meet each powerful thrust. The pleasure was building and becoming stronger with the friction rubbing against her clit.

His pace increased.

“Mmm,” she groaned as his hand grabbed her ass, lifting her for better access and filling her to the brim.

She tightened her inner self around him as his cock buried deep inside her, pleasuring her with long, hard and fast stokes, and the bliss was enhanced by her breasts bouncing and rubbing against his chest. She gripped hard as he continued to slam into her.

Every nerve ending was on fire, and her pussy clenched around him trying to suck him deeper. His thrusts became more urgent and relentless, deep and hard into her.

“I can’t hold on,” he groaned.

She bucked and convulsed around him as a second orgasm hit her. “Yes!” she screamed as pleasure rippled through her again, like a torrent, and he continued to grip her backside, hissing and groaning as his cock jerked inside her with the heat of his own release.

Momentarily, they stared into each other’s eyes before he pulled away.

He rolled onto his back breathing heavily and pulled her into the crook of his arm. “I am sorry, that was a bit quick.”

She snuggled in, “I’m not complaining.”

And she really wasn’t. That was divine!

They lay quietly as their breathing slowed.

It felt nice.

Was he as satisfied as she was?

“You are beautiful, Gemma,” he whispered, stroking his fingers up and down her arm.

My God, so are you.

He eased himself onto an elbow and unexpectedly she noticed gentleness in his eyes as he stroked the side of her face and tenderly kissed her forehead, nose and mouth in a way more suited to a loved-up union opposed to a no-strings shag. “Excuse me a second while I use the bathroom. Stay right where you are. Don’t move.”

As soon as he closed the door behind him, she jumped out of bed and fished in his jacket pocket for his iPhone.

She could hear him starting to pee as she keyed in his birthday. Eight, nine, eighty.

Touch ID or enter password again flashed on the screen.

Shit.

It wasn’t his code.