Chapter Six
Sean
I stand outside Kennedy’s door at six sharp and smooth my hand over my tie as I knock. My little Kitten is hiding her true identity from me, thinks I don’t know it’s sweet Kennedy Lane I’m playing sex games with. But after today’s delivery, will she clue in to the idea that I do know? She’s a smart girl, I’m guessing she will, but that doesn’t mean she’s going to break cover. Of course, that’s what the card game is for. Later tonight, I plan to play it with her and get to the bottom of matters once and for all.
Why?
Oh, I don’t know. Maybe I should just let her continue to pretend, finish the weekend off without her ever being the wiser. It’s not like we run into each other back in the states. I haven’t seen her in years, and with Olivia living in Italy, it’s not like she’ll be inviting an old friend to any Sunday dinners.
So why, then, am I determined to expose her?
Because you really like her, dumbass.
Dammit, this is just supposed to be about sex. About fulfilling some strange fantasy Kennedy seems to be trying to live out.
The door opens, and my throat squeezes as I look at the beautiful woman standing before me, her blond curls falling over her shoulders, a soft pink tinge on her cheeks as she gives me a wobbly smile, like she’s trying to decide whether I know it’s her or not.
I take in her body-hugging dress and the high heels that shape and curve her legs. “You look beautiful,” I say, meaning every word as I run a long strand of her hair between my fingers.
Her glance races over me. “So do you,” she responds, her face flushing.
I look past her shoulder, waiting for some comment on the packages I had delivered. I see the contents, minus the tickets, spread out on her bed and wait for her reaction. When none comes, I say, “I see the gifts arrived.”
She nods and glances down for a moment, like all the toys have embarrassed her, or… Wait! I cup her chin and lift it. “Kitten?” I say, my cock swelling inside my unforgiving dress pants. “You are, aren’t you?” I ask.
She moves slightly and her lids flutter, bliss spreading across her face. Holy fuck she is!
“Which one,” I ask, sounding like I’d just eaten a bucket of nails.
“LUNA Beads,” she murmurs, her mouth curving slightly.
I scrub my hand through my hair, my balls drawing up inside my body. Sweet fuck. I thought I’d tease her with the idea, but I never thought she’d go through with it. How the fuck am I supposed to make it through the night knowing she has a vibrating sex toy inside her? Jealousy rages through me. Jealousy? Fuck, what have I become that I’m jealous of a damn vibrator? But seriously, right now the only thing I want inside her is my damn cock.
“Everything okay, Sean?” she asks, like she has the upper hand on these games we’re playing. She might, but I plan to rectify that later. Right now, I have other business to attend to, and we have no time to waste.
I square my shoulders and pull myself together. “Yeah. All set?”
“Just have to grab my purse.”
She sashays across the room with a little extra swing to her hips to tease me, I’m sure, and my dick throbs. I swallow, wanting nothing more than to bend her over and drive into her, balls deep.
She comes back with her purse under her arm, and I slide my hand around her waist and guide her to the elevator. A little mewling sound catches in her throat as she walks, and I just about shoot a load off in my damn pants.
Fuck me.
As we ride the lift to the lobby, we take that time to get our ducks in a row. I suggest we pretend we met though my sister years ago. Which, in fact, is true. Then we quickly exchange enough information about ourselves so we can pull this off. Not that we need to exchange facts. We already know a lot about each other. But she’s still pretending so I’ll continue to go along, for the time being. When the lift stops, I usher her outside to the waiting limo. Her eyes widen. “Nice,” she says.
“Only the best for my Kitten,” I say.
“Isn’t the cocktail bar just around the corner, though?” she asks.
“Yeah,” I say, and neglect to tell her my plans for the limo later this evening.
I open the door and she slides in. I follow her inside, give the driver the address, and press the button to close the window separating the backseat from the front.
It’s obvious to me that she’s not going to tell me who she is, so for now I’ll play along. “Champagne?” I ask, and reach for the bottle chilling.
“Sure. It might help calm my nerves.”
“What are you nervous about?”
“I am pretending to be your fiancée. What if I can’t pull it off?”
“Don’t worry. Just be yourself and you’ll be fine.”
She nibbles on her bottom lip. “I don’t know anything about banking, Sean. I have no idea how to talk to this client you’re trying to impress.”
We drive by a museum and I ask, “Well, what do you know about? What are your interests?
“I like a lot of things,” she says.
“Then just talk about your interests. No one expects you to talk finance with Cochrane.”
“Cochrane?”
“Yeah, the client I’m trying to impress. Thomas Cochrane.”
“Sean?” she says quietly.
“Yeah?”
She pats her purse. “These tickets…thank you. I really like Random Nation. I heard they were sold out months ago. How did you get them?”
I was wondering when she was going to bring it up. I shrug and make light of it. “I have connections.”
She nods. “I’m really looking forward to seeing them.”
“Good.”
I pass her a glass of champagne, and she sips it and glances out the window as we drive to Studio 12 Cocktail Bar. When we arrive, the limo pulls up in front, and the driver rolls down the window. I lean forward and give him instructions, then exit the vehicle. I stand on the sidewalk and hold my hand out to Kennedy as she slides out.
“This place looks nice,” she says, then she stills and moans. I can only image the slide from the car kicked the vibrator into motion.
“Cochrane is a very important client,” I somehow manage to say as I think about her tight pussy squeezing the toy.
I make a move to turn, but she places a hand on my chest to stop me. Her eyes narrow. “Sealing this deal means a lot to you, doesn’t it?”
“Yes.”
She nods. “Then it’s important to me, too.” Her teeth flash in a smile, and she takes a deep breath. “Let’s go win him over.”
As I stand there staring at her, I have no doubt she’ll win Cochrane, as well as every other male in the place, over. Hell, without even trying, she wound herself around my heart. Unease moves through me because suddenly I don’t want to share her with a room full of men. As possessiveness takes hold, my mind races back to this morning, and how close I was to kicking the shit out of the guy hitting on her. But hell, how could I blame him? She’s a beautiful woman with no ring on her finger, which means she’s fair game, right?
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I slide my hand around her waist and guide her inside. The place is bustling, and I search the crowd to find Dawson chatting with Cochrane over a glass of champagne. A waiter walks by, and I grab two glasses of the bubbly stuff from the tray he’s carrying. I hand one to Kennedy, and we clink glasses.
“Let’s do this,” I say. I guide her through the throng, and when we reach Cochrane, his eyes widen when he sees Kennedy on my arm.
“Cochrane, Dawson,” I say, greeting them. “Good to see you both again.” I nod at Dawson. “This is Kitten, my fiancée.”
“Nice to meet you both,” Kennedy says. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Well, well. Where have you been hiding this beautiful woman, and why have I not heard about her before?” Cochrane asks, lighting up as he turns to Kennedy.
“Wasn’t ready to share her,” I say between clenched teeth.
Cochrane takes her hand to his mouth and presses a kiss to the inside of her wrist, and it’s all I can do not to knock his front teeth out.
Kennedy gives a flirtatious laugh as she lets him hold her hand longer than I like. “Aren’t you a charmer,” she says.
“Maybe I could charm you away from my boy, Sean.”
“No such luck,” she says, and moves in close to me. “Sean is the best guy I know.” As she looks up at me with those big blue eyes, my heart misses a beat. Fuck, I’m in trouble.
Cochrane laughs then winks at her. “That’s only because you haven’t gotten to know me yet.” He gives a tug on her hand, urging her away from me. “We have all night to rectify that, now, don’t we?”
I’m happy that Kennedy is hitting it off with Cochrane, but I want to punch the guy in the face for acting like a total fucking douche. Does he think I’m going to let him sleep with my girl for his business? Or maybe he’s testing me somehow? Testing my loyalty and commitment to my fiancée? To him? Fuck that. Honestly, Kennedy shouldn’t have to put up with this kind of bullshit from a dickhole client. I never should have put her in this situation. No account is worth it. I open my mouth, about to drag Kennedy away, but she plants her hand on my chest, hard.
Her eyes lock with mine, and she says, “Why don’t you go get us a real drink.” She presses the champagne glass into my hand and looks back at Cochrane. “Brandy?”
“A woman after my own heart,” Cochrane says.
Kennedy gives me a warning look, and as much as I don’t want to leave her with Cochrane, it’s clear she can take care of herself—and that she’s trying to stop me from fucking this whole thing up.
I step away and walk up to the bar, my glance constantly flipping back to Kennedy. Her smile is bright as she chats with my client. I have to hand it to her, she is impressive, and if it weren’t for her, I’d likely have blown the deal. I gesture for the bartender, who is run off his feet, and wait forever for the drinks to come. As the minutes tick by, I grab a stool and plant myself on it. A woman sidles up beside me and gives me a once over.
“Here on business?” she asks as she takes in my suit.
Her hand goes to my tie to straighten it, even though it’s already straight, and when I feel her put something into my shirt pocket, I look past her shoulder to see Kennedy casting a quick glance my way. Her smile falters for a moment, then it’s back in place as she gives her attention to Cochrane. I have no idea what they’re talking about, but from the intent look on my client’s face I can tell she’s holding his interest, no doubt engaging him in an intelligent conversation.
“So that’s a yes?”
“What’s that?” I ask, unable to keep my thoughts focused.
“You here on business?”
“I am.”
“I thought so. I saw you at Hotel Royal last night, and again this morning. I’m staying there, too. On business.” She moves closer until our legs are touching. “Nights get lonely away from home, though, don’t they?”
“They can,” I say when the waiter brings me my three drinks. But my nights are anything but boring, or routine. Sex had gotten a bit mundane lately, but Kennedy has breathed new life into me.
She twirls her empty glass, a ploy to get me to refill it.
“Please pour her another of whatever she’s having,” I say to the bartender, and stand. “I have to go. I’m here on business.”
“I’ll see you later, then?” she asks.
I just nod, not wanting to be rude but not sure why she thinks we’ll be seeing each other later, either. I make my way across the room with the three drinks.
I step back up to Kennedy and Cochrane, and they are immersed in conversation about the local museum. Cochrane seems impressed with her. And why wouldn’t he be? She’s beautiful, intelligent, fun, and sexy. Everything a guy could ever want.
“Hey,” Dawson says. “Kitten, huh?”
“Yeah, Kitten.”
“You find her at the club?”
“Yeah, something like that.” I’d found her many, many years ago, when my sister brought her home. I couldn’t do anything back then about how I felt. I’d sure done something about it this time, but the problem was one weekend with her wasn’t going to be enough.
I break into their conversation, and after a while, Kennedy excuses herself so Cochrane and I can talk business. The whole time, I keep casting Kennedy glances to make sure she’s okay, but the only one in the room who isn’t okay is me.
As the business meeting closes—and I have a damn good feeling about this relationship with Cochrane Industries—I find Kennedy and lead her outside, back to the limo.
She slides in and a soft moan catches in her throat. I smile at her. Despite the sexy toy she’s wearing, she managed to pull off the fake fiancée act and impress my client. My heart squeezes.
“Come here.”
Her eyes widen as I slide my hand around her neck and draw her mouth to mine. I kiss her, enjoying the taste of bourbon on her tongue. She leans into me, and I deepen the kiss. Fuck, I could spend the rest of the night kissing her, but we have a concert to get to. First, though, I want to take a drive through the park. I lean forward and instruct the driver, and tell him to go slow.
I roll the window up for privacy and turn to Kennedy, aching to bury my mouth between her legs. I must have one hell of a look on my face because her eyes widen and she asks, “What?”
Instead of answering, I press a button and the moon roof overhead rolls open. I pat the seat. “Stand. Look out.”
“Isn’t that kind of dangerous?” she asks.
“Driver’s going slow. You’ll be fine.”
She gives me a dubious look, like she knows I’m up to something else. “If you say so.”
“Up, now,” I say, eager to get my mouth on her.
I help her stand, and she pokes her head through the opening. I shift in my seat and place my hands on her thighs. Her body vibrates, and it brings a big fucking smile to my face. I look up at her, and her eyes are only half open, her hair flowing in the wind. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her more beautiful.
I move her hips to stimulate the toy inside her, then grip her sexy lace panties and tear them clear from her hips. I hear her gasp, and lust prowls through me. I slide my hands up her thighs and push her legs open. She widens for me, and I lean in and press my mouth to her sweet pussy. I circle her clit, and she’s already so turned on from the toy buzzing inside her she begins to quake beneath my invasion.
I lick her clit, flatten my tongue and taste her from bottom to top, widening her lips and sucking her hard nub into my mouth. I can’t see her face, but I can only imagine her eyes are rolling back in her head like they do when she comes for me.
Later tonight I’ll position her so I can watch her come, but right now I just need to taste her heat. I move her hips to stimulate the toy as I pay homage to her sweet pussy. In no time at all, her muscles begin to clench. My heart thunders as she gives in to the pleasure, and I stay between her legs and lick, not daring to miss any of her sweet nectar.
When her body stops spasming, I tug on her hips and she tumbles into the seat, her cheeks so pink, her eyes so glazed with lust, all I can do is grin. “Hey,” I say. Jesus, I’m so crazy about her, yet she still doesn’t want me to know it’s her. Obviously, this is just a game to her, nothing more. What the fuck am I supposed to do about that?
“Hey,” she whispers back.
I clear my throat and work to get my shit together. “Enjoy the scenery?”
“Yeah. You?”
“Beautiful,” I say.
She blinks slowly and says, “Sean.”
I brush her hair back. “Yeah, Kitten?”
She opens her mouth and closes it again, and for a minute I think she’s going to confess. But instead she gives me a mischievous grin and points toward the still-open moon roof. “You don’t want to miss the view of the park.”
My cock throbs in my pants as I stand, and when I feel her hands on my body, I know I’m so fucked. So completely fucked.