Pleasure flooded her pussy as her finger did another exquisitely slow pass. Her heart pounded. Too much. Too fast, she decided. But she couldn’t help tracing an unhurried circle around her engorged clit before she squeezed more oil on her palm. Her breasts next, then she’d add the jewelry.
Emma stroked more of the fragrant oil across her breasts with light feathering touches. She tugged at her nipples again and satisfaction swamped her senses. After skimming the instructions, Emma fastened the loops at each end of the string of beads and chain around her nipples and tightened them to a point shy of pain.
A surge of fiery sensation jolted her and a groan escaped, clawing its way up her throat. Red and gold glass beads draped over the curves of her breasts once she finished, tiny bells tinkling with every jagged gulp of air. Her breasts rose and fell, the beads resettling, the bells singing a delicate tune, and when she tugged on the jewelry, she balanced between pleasure and pain. The sensation converged, jolting pleasure to her clit. It shimmered and backed away like a shy promise, a suggestion of what might come, and she froze, almost frightened to move.
God, she was so turned on, it wouldn’t take much more than a nudge to push her over the edge.
The snick of the door drew her head up.
Jack.
Heck, what about the blankets? Distraction. Emma picked up the vibrator and switched on the power. Widening her stance, she ran the vibrator the length of her cleft. She was aware of soft sounds behind her but didn’t dare look because of their watchers. Ripples streaked to life despite the situation, the tautness of the jewelry at her nipples intensifying the heat, the pleasure.
Suddenly, Jack was behind her, his bare chest hot against her back, his erection pressing insistently, nudging her buttocks. His arms snaked around her middle.
“You make me hot,” he whispered. “God, I need to be inside you now.”
“Yes.” Emma set the humming vibrator aside and a swift glance at him told her he’d discovered something to help their investigation. The excitement, the satisfaction glowed in his dark eyes. She winked at him. “Yes, Jack. You make me so hot. Fuck me now.”
Jack turned her and bent her over the bed. Gentle fingers probed her slick channel, filling her then retreating. Before she could protest, his cock filled the emptiness. Two hard strokes shoved her into orgasm. She shattered, her body shuddering with the force of her release. Jack climaxed a stroke later while her pussy still convulsed with blissful spasms.
He rested against her for an instant before pulling free and tugging Emma to her feet and into his arms. His mouth lowered over hers as he plundered, kissing her deeply, driving her desire higher and winding her tight as a spring. Her last thought as they fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and tinkling bells was that she could never ever get enough of Jack.
Chapter Seven
Emma headed for the gym and ignored the perky voice on the speaker system, extolling the excitement of the clay pigeon shooting lessons for beginners and the tournament for those more experienced. Maybe she’d check that out later. With Jack’s discoveries last night—a computer with shipment details—the case was on its way to a conclusion. Once they found physical evidence and tied a few loose ends, their partnership would terminate. Back to the way things were before. Pangs of regret pierced her feel-good mood. Not exactly the same way because now her memory contained visions of a naked Jack and how it felt when his cock surged inside her pussy.
A businessman strolled along the corridor in front of her. Dressed in his charcoal-gray suit, he stood out in the casual beach atmosphere of the resort.
Mahoney. The creep.
He yanked open the fire door at the end of the corridor, saw her and paused to hold the door for her.
“Thanks.” She shaped her lips to a pleasant smile even though she’d prefer to spit at him.
A return grin—one that urged into smirk territory—curved his lips, an echo of amusement shining in his expression. “You’re very welcome, my dear.”
Emma bit back her gasp with difficulty and battled her urge to shift her countenance to an all-out glower. He recognized her face, and it wasn’t a big leap to a conclusion. Making love with Jack was private, dammit. Fury lashed her and accusations bubbled out before she could think.
“Mr. Mahoney, I want the films back.”
Amusement made him appear sly. Like the dog that had polished off the last of the cat’s dinner, his smirk widened as his gaze drifted up and down her body. “I have no idea what you mean.”
Emma shuddered, and it wasn’t with the same awareness she experienced when Jack paid her attention. Mahoney made her feel dirty with his slimy interest, and his attitude poked her anger to a higher level.