Gabe

I shifted my head and began kissing a long, hot trail down her neck. So many nights I had dreamed of this moment. Alone in my room, I could pretend that we had never parted, that there wasn’t so much unsaid between us. I knew that this was a rare opportunity, and I was determined not to waste a second of it.

She threaded her fingers into my hair and tugged me closer. I lingered at the base of her neck, flicking my tongue over that sensitive spot that I knew would drive her wild. Then I made my way down to the swell of her breasts. I cupped one, pushing it up so that the upper curve bulged from her clothes. Lovely. I ran my tongue over her skin and dipped it in the valley between her breasts.

“Gabe.” Her voice sounded like music to my ears. As the world around us faded away, I was transported back to high school, before my father’s cancer, back when Scarlett was mine.

I ran my fingers over her nipple and felt it harden despite the fabric between us. She groaned and tightened her grip on my head. My cock pressed against my zipper and a sense of urgency welled up in my core.

“Scarlett,” I whispered against her skin.

“Gabe . . . Stop. Please.”

I paused and looked up at her in confusion. “Is something wrong?”

“Yes.” She stepped out of my embrace and pushed me back toward the couch. “But I know just how to fix it.”

I sank into the soft cushions as she fell to her knees and eased herself between my legs.

“Scarlett, I told you, I’m on the clock—”

“I won’t tell if you won’t.” She offered me a seductive smile. “It will be our little secret.”

She had a point, and knowing that it was forbidden just made it more exciting.

“Okay, but don’t make too much noise. We don’t want to attract attention.”

“I’m not the one you need to worry about.” She pulled down the zipper to my pants. My aching cock pushed up through the fabric, eager for her touch. She slid her fingers over my length and eased me out from the confines of my clothes.

With a groan, I reached out and brushed her hair from her face. She tightened her grip and tugged, sliding her slender fingers along my shaft. Her touch was amazing. Soft and feminine, but with enough pressure to make me hard all over. As I pushed back her hair with my fingers, anticipation built, and my mind filled with all of the ways I wanted to make her fall apart in my arms.

It had been many years since we fumbled around in the backseat of my car. Now, watching her, I couldn’t help but think how she’d react if I showed her some of the things I had learned over the years. There were so many unique ways to worship a woman in the bedroom. I wanted to try them all with her but knew that for the moment, all she wanted to do was to be in control.

She moistened her lips and flicked her tongue over the tip of my cock. I groaned and tightened my grip on her hair.

“Fuck.” I widened my legs and moistened my lips as she pushed her sweet lips down my shaft. Nothing had ever felt so pleasurable, or so hot. “Scarlett.”

If she continued this for much longer, I was going to explode in her mouth. It wasn’t something that I was ready for—yet.

She groaned and tightened her grip on my shaft. Using her free hand, she brushed her fingers against my balls. Her light, fluttering touch sent bolts of electricity through my core.

“You like that, don’t you?” I said. “You like taking control.”

She moaned and quickened her movements, filling me with an urgent need.

Pulling away from my cock, she straightened and straddled my legs with her thighs. “Do you have a condom?” she asked.

I blinked and tried to clear the erotic fog in my head. “Do I . . . do I what?”

“A condom.” She pulled the pins from the twist in her hair and shook her head. The hypnotic movement of her hair around her shoulders caused me to lose my train of thought.

“Men.” She leaned over and opened her clutch. After rummaging around, she pulled out a small package. “Here.”

“I can do that.” I reached for the condom, but she held it out of my grasp.

“Allow me.” She tore open the package. After briefly waving the condom between us, she tossed the wrapper on the floor and placed the circle of rubber in her mouth.

“What are you doing?”

She slid off my lap and got on her knees.

“Scarlett—”

She ignored my halfhearted protest and gripped the base of my shaft. I held my breath and watched her move her lips toward the tip of my cock.

Oh, the things this woman could do with her mouth. I felt the rubber press my flesh, then her tongue against my head. I gasped and dug my fingers into the sofa as she slid her lips slowly down my length, unwrapping the condom as she moved.

“Where did you learn to do that?” I asked as she finished and climbed back up into my lap.

“YouTube.” She reached between us and positioned my cock at her opening.

Evidently, I was watching the wrong Internet videos.

Anticipation rippled through me as she lowered her hips over my length. She was so hot, so wet. Grabbing her hips, I closed my eyes and pushed my hips up off the cushions, meeting her halfway. When I felt her ass press against my hips, I slid my hands around to her lower back and tugged her toward my mouth. As I thrust my tongue between her lips, I lowered us back down onto the sofa.

“Oh God. You feel so good,” I whispered as we came up for air.

“You do, too.” Bracing her hands on my shoulders, she moved her hips up and down, making those sweet feminine noises that were like music to my ears.

I eased my fingers around to her front and palmed her breasts, enjoying how firm and round they felt. Squeezing, I watched her bounce up and down on my cock, taking in the lovely sight before me. Fire burned through my body, and a sense of urgency burned through my core.

“Yes.” She straightened and placed her hands over mine. “Oh God, yes.”

“Scarlett.” I felt the need to give back a little of what she was offering me. I wanted to show her everything I had learned, to please her in every way possible. I pushed her hands away and dragged the top of her dress down, exposing her nipple. She slowed her movements as I leaned forward and took her into my mouth. She tasted sweet, like berries. After flicking my tongue over her sensitive tip, I lightly scraped my teeth against her skin, causing her to gasp.

“Oh God.” She ran her fingers over my shoulders and back, holding me close as her pussy tightened around my cock.

She tasted so sweet, so perfect. I rolled her tight nipple in my mouth and quickly moved to the other breast, eager for more. When she started moving quicker, I was forced to retreat and watch her lose herself in the moment. Tension built, and as the familiar tingling raced across my lower spine, I slid my hands down her waist and urged her to go faster.

“I’m going to come,” she whispered.

I dug my fingers into her skin and thrust up into her core. Leaning back, I used the edge of the couch for leverage as our bodies came together as one. Pressure built through my body, making my muscles more rigid by the second. She braced her weight on my shoulders and came down harder on my hips, her voice rising higher with each thrust.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t thrust hard enough, or push deep enough. She was giving me so much of herself, but still I wanted more.

Then her pussy tightened, and I watched in awe as she threw her head back in bliss. Grinding my teeth, I tried to hold myself back as euphoria blanketed her features, and her muscles began to relax.

I thrust a few more times, allowing her to enjoy the ecstasy rolling through her body, then turned us so I could ease her down onto the cushions of the couch. When her head hit the cushions, she opened her eyes and looked up at me with a dazed expression on her face.

“Gabe.” She placed her hand on my cheek as I began thrusting once more. Her touch numbed my mind until all I could think about was claiming her, possessing her. Each thrust pushed me deeper into an erotic haze until all that existed was this woman, and this moment.

When I heard her say my name again, I knew that she was well on her way to her second orgasm, and it took everything I had to hold myself back until I felt her writhe in ecstasy once more. Only then did I let go of my control and let the pleasure consume me. My orgasm came hard and fast, like a fire burning out of control. Leaning back, I groaned and thrust deep, filling her with everything I had inside. Bliss surrounded me, and as I emptied myself, I realized just how much I had missed the wild, adventurous Scarlett from high school.

As the last ripple of pleasure faded, I slid us both onto our sides so that I could collapse on the couch.

“That was amazing,” she whispered into my hair.

“Hmmm . . .” Amazing, mind-blowing. There were a dozen different words to describe what had just happened between us. Unfortunately, my brain couldn’t function enough to tell her any of them.

Scarlett slid her hand down the side of my cheek. “We should probably get back to the party.”

I cracked open one eye. Oh right, the party. To Scarlett, I was still an escort, and she was still my client. Somehow that seemed rather cheap when compared to what just transpired between us, but what could I do? I couldn’t tell her that I was really an undercover cop without ruining the entire investigation.

I let her slide out from under my arms and collapsed back onto the couch as she started to straighten her dress. How could this woman have so much energy? I could sleep for a week.

“Someone will probably ask what happened to us,” she said. Her hands shook as she slid her breasts back into her dress.

I slowly stood and placed my hands over hers, stopping her movements. “I’m sure that none of them have noticed. On the outside chance someone did notice, wouldn’t it only further prove that you are over your ex?”

“Possibly.” She nibbled her lower lip. “But what if someone says something—”

“They won’t.” I smiled and kissed her forehead. “Trust me.” While I had loved the confident and in-charge Scarlett during sex, this new side of her troubled me. It wasn’t like her to be so concerned with what others thought, or to be so cautious. I wondered what had happened during our years apart to make her feel so vulnerable.

She visibly relaxed and squeezed my fingers. “Thank you.”

I adjusted my clothes as she bent down to retrieve her purse. Part of me wanted to reach out and grab that firm, round ass, but I knew that I couldn’t give in to temptation. She was right. We needed to return to the party. While I didn’t think people noticed our absence, I had work to do. Sal would want an update tomorrow morning and I couldn’t very well tell him that I had spent the night fucking instead of investigating.

“Are you ready?” Scarlett asked.

I started to respond, but then a siren blared from somewhere outside the building.

Scarlett clutched her purse to her chest. “What was that?”

“It sounded like a police siren.” I moved to the nearby window and pulled back the curtain, but couldn’t see anything. Lovely. Just what I needed, someone from the precinct recognizing me and blowing my cover.

“Why would the cops be here?” she asked.

I grabbed her hand. “I don’t know, but I don’t want to stick around and find out.” Before she could respond, I threw open the door and was greeted by at least a dozen unfamiliar faces, all looking worried and upset.

“What happened?” I asked one of them.

“Someone collapsed.” The tall woman nodded toward the far end of the hallway. “I think it was a heart attack.”

“Heart attacks don’t look like that,” the man next to her said. “If I had to guess, the man was drugged.”