SLOW - The Story of Signy and Aden, #1 (2 page)

"It's my portfolio, Signy. I'm a professional."

I point to his dick. "Yeah, that's real professional."

"Hey, I'm a man, I can't help it. When I see two beautiful people going at it, I get excited. Don't you?"

I snort. "Uh, no. I'm not in the least turned on." I nod my head to emphasize my point then fold my arms across my chest.

"Well, Signy, I might believe that if your nipples weren't standing up like soldiers down there." And then he actually takes my hand and pushes it down to my bare thigh, clasping mine tightly so I can't cover myself again. And because my hands are so much smaller than his, he's practically grabbing me between the legs as well.

He caresses me softly as he waits for my reaction.

"It's cold in here." I say weakly. It sorta is, I mean, the AC is blowing right at me now.

He leans in towards my face as his hand on my thigh slides up to the v between my legs and his thumb traces a slow circle, pushing in with a slight pressure. Even through the denim this sets off sparks of heat and lust. I moan a little before I can stop myself and then I grab his hand with force and remove it from my private parts. "That is completely inappropriate, Mr. Marzano." I mean it to sound authoritative, but it comes out more like a plea. A plea to keep going.

Oh my God! What the hell is happening?

When I look back over to him his face is very close and coming closer.

"What are you doing?" I ask breathless and panting.

"I'm trying to get you horny, Signy. If these two aren't doing it for you, I have another portfolio piece I can put on." He closes the distance between us and his lips touch mine. At first I don't respond, but I don't push him away either. And then his mouth opens and his tongue slips inside. He closes his lips around mine and then his hand slips up to my breast and stops to finger and tease my nipple before finally traveling all the way up to my neck where he grabs me forcefully and pulls me into his mouth completely.

I give in, but just as I do that, he sits back and we break apart.

My breathing is not normal. My chest expands, pushing my breasts up and out, and my heart is thumping so forcefully I'm afraid me might actually hear it pound.

"I really want to keep kissing you, Signy, but I need your permission first."

I answer him by grabbing the bulge in his pants and now it's my turn to make
him
groan.

But that's where my control over the situation ends, because the fabric of my halter top is ripping and he's kneeling on the floor in front of me, kneading my breast and sucking on my nipples before I have a chance to even think about backing out.

"I love your peaches, Sig. They're the perfect size."

He says my name like he's known me a thousand years. Like he owns that name and of all the things he's doing right now—of all the many things he
could
be doing right now—the way he says my name completely wrecks me.

His fingers deftly unbutton my shorts and pull the zipper down slowly. He watches my face the entire time—like he's claiming me with this gesture and he wants me to know it. "Lift your hips up for me, Signy," he croons when the unzipping of me is complete.

I lift and he jerks my shorts off in one sweep and then smiles when he sees what I'm wearing underneath.

Nothing
.

"Not even a thong, Miss Mason? Tsk tsk tsk. I'm starting to think you wanted to seduce me today. Did you want to take advantage of me today, Signy?"

My fingernails tickle the little trail of hair that peeks out from under the waistband of his jeans and I trace it up his chest until I get to his shoulders. I clasp both of my hands behind his neck and draw him towards me. "Seducing you has been the only thing on my mind since you walked into my office, Mr. Marzano."

He closes the distance between us and captures my mouth, flicking his tongue against mine as his fingers play with the nub between my legs. "You're sopping wet," he whispers in my ear and then is lips drop to my breast and he sucks so hard on my nipple, I cry out with pleasure. I arch my back and give him the perfect opportunity to thrust his fingers inside me. "Ohhh," I whimper.

He curves the tip of his finger and sends me into a long gush of moans and a series of
yes yes yeses
. "Do you like that, Sig."

"Do not stop, Aden."

"Do you want me to eat your pussy, Sig?"

"If you don't I'll be very upset." He grabs my knees and pushes them up so they are hovering next to my breasts, and then his face dips down and his mouth nibbles on my inner thigh.

"I wish I had a picture of this."

"Lick it, Aden. Just lick it, please," I beg.

"Oh, I will. I absolutely plan on licking you until you scream." He withdraws his finger and flicks it across my folds with a light pressure, Not enough to satisfy me in any way, just enough to tease me and start my wiggling to urge him on. And then his tongue is between my legs, his lips sucking softly on my clit. I almost scream but a hand comes up and stifles it. "Shhhh…we're in public, remember?"

"Fuck the public, I want to come now! Make me come, Aden!"

He dives back into my folds and thrusts two fingers up my vagina. He pumps me and I writhe and whimper. With each thrust he pumps deeper, harder, and his mouth closes over my entire pussy. He sucks on my clit and I can do northing now but beg, "Please make me come! Please!"

He pulls his mouth away with a growl, but keep pumping his fingers inside me as he crushes my mouth with a kiss. His tongue, slick and sweet with my own juices, flicks across my lips. He pulls back and I stare at him and beg again, this time in a whisper. "Please."

He leans down and takes my whole breast in his mouth nipping me until I scream with the release. I can feel my juices gushing over his hand inside me, still pumping me ferociously, and I ride out the wave moaning and scratching my face against the rough stubble of his cheek.

I'm not even down from the rush when he stands, pulls me up, and we trade places. I'm on my knees in front of his hard, bouncing, cock, and he's relaxing on the couch. "My turn," he growls with desire. I dive down on his cock like I'm going to devour it and I see him wince. But I know better. I know just how rough I can make it without pissing a guy off.

I stop short just before my lips touch the tip where the pre-cum has collected. I flick my tongue over the small opening and he grabs my hair and forces me down. I open my mouth and let him thrust his dick down my throat. He moans out a
yes
, and I vibrate my vocal cords with a humming moan of my own, sending his other hand to my head, pushing down to ask for more.

My head lifts up to watch his face as he enjoys the pleasure of being inside my mouth and I know I've got him on the edge, so I slide my fingers under his balls and caress them as I bob against his groin. He pulls out of my mouth and wraps my hands around his dick and I barely start pumping before he's coming all over the fist I make. I watch as he struggles to keep his eyes trained on me as gush after gush of semen spills out.

We stay this way, spent and satiated, for a few moments.

"Damn, Signy. You're everything I thought you'd be." He tugs on my shoulder and pulls me into his lap, pushing my head down on his chest. We breathe hard together, like we are one.

"Your accountant is going to wonder where you are, isn't he?"

I jump up off his lap. "Oh shit!" I search for my shorts and pull them on, then find my halter. "It's ripped! What am I gonna wear!
Shit shit shit
!"

"Relax. You can wear my shirt. It doesn't smell, that was just a ploy to get naked with you."

"
Really
?" I cock my head at him innocently. "I would've never guessed."

I tug the shirt on, grab my tablet, and open the door. "I guess I'll see you around, huh?" I call back to him.

"Definitely, Signy. Def-in-ite-ly."

I jump out of the truck and half-walk, half-run to the elevators and then ride up to the tenth floor where my office is. I stop briefly in the bathroom to wash up a little and smooth my hair down. That's not nearly enough to erase the smell and look of sex that permeates my whole body right now but it's the best I can do. I'm sure Jax is already in the office, he's always punctual, early, in fact. And I didn't even lock the door before I left to go downstairs.

My pace quickens as I leave the bathroom and travel down to the end of the carpeted hallway, then stop for a second outside to take in a deep breath, still not fully accepting the fact that I just sucked off a potential employee in the parking garage.

I step inside.

Chapter Two

"There you are," Jax says with a sly grin. "I was beginning to wonder if I'd have to send an investigator out to find my favorite PI." He walks over to me and takes me in his arms. For an accountant Jaxsen is one sexy man. First off, he's over six feet tall and he looks like he crawled out of the ocean with a surfboard about twenty minutes ago. And then, he's got a set of bright green eyes on him that are very hard to look away from.

Jax commands attention when he looks at you.

His body, from head to toe—take my word in this because I've seen every freckle speck—is a golden brown from top to bottom. He spends most of his time in San Diego where his main office is, but we grew up in the same neighborhood here in Vegas, so we've been friends, and sometimes more than friends, for a very long time. He doesn't really have an office in Vegas, but he has private clients. Big time clients. He throws me a bone when he's in town and comes over to help me with my books when he can.

We have the whole you-scratch-my-back, I'll-scratch-yours thing going on.

Most of the time it's sexual, but he's not really been interested the last few times he's been down here. His kiss today is friendlier than it was a few months ago, so I ask the obvious. "Kitty finally leave you, did she?"

He frowns at me as he goes back to my desk and takes a seat at my computer. "It's that obvious?"

I shrug. "Well, it's been a while since you stuck your tongue in my mouth when you say hello."

He smiles coyly at me. "Yeah, well you don't usually meet me smelling like sex and sweat. Where were you?"

"Ha ha, deflection never works, Jax. I was downstairs interviewing a potential spy guy, if you must know."

"He much like Tom?" His attention is still on my accounting program on the screen and his fingers click away at the keyboard, but his voice tells me he might be a little jealous. "Or no?"

This translates to, in jealous-friend-with-benefits terms,
is he old and fat
?

"No, not anything like Tom. In fact, he's young and just moved up here from Santa Fe. Was working for the PD down there. Some big prostitution ring, he said."

"Well, I hope he can start soon, Sig. You really need an influx of cash. Like yesterday."

I bite my lip and pout at him. "Is it that bad? I thought I was good for another month or so?"

"You've only collected on two cases since the last time I was here. You really thought you'd be OK? Come on, you can play a good dumb blond with the right wig, but we both know you're not dumb. What'd ya got lined up for this week? Anything?"

"Well," I think fast. I don't have much of anything to be honest. I haven't had good luck getting clients since Tom left. It hurts to admit it, but he was the driving force behind most of our client list in the first place. He knew everyone. "I've got a cheater I was gonna take a look at tonight. That client will pay as soon as I get the evidence. He already knows she's cheating, just wants proof."

"How much is that?" he asks with no enthusiasm at all.

"I dunno, a grand maybe?"

He sighs. "You need like fifty grand, Signy. You're in over your head, gonna have to shut the place down if you don't get your act together. You were bringing in 20K a month last year, what happened?"

I just shrug. "It's slow, OK? But don't worry, I'll get more clients. I always pull through."

He snaps my laptop closed and stands up, his intense gaze practically undressing me. "Come over to my place on Sunday. I'm having a party. Maybe we can talk more about it then. I'll see if I can help you out."

I know what he wants in order to help me out. "Maybe," I reply.

He walks over to me and gives me a hug, then his mouth slips down to mine and he kisses me. "Mmmmm, I know you'll come—you always come for me."

A knock at the door breaks our moment and I turn startled. "Oh, uhhh." That Aden guy is standing in my office doorway. Shirtless.
Fuck.
"Can I help you?"

"Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt. I just wanted to see if you were finished with that shirt of mine."

Holy shit, what an asshole!

Jax breaks away and gathers his bag, then squeezes my shoulder and gives me another kiss, a chaste one this time. "See ya Sunday, Sig. Dress appropriately, and bring him too, if you want." He maneuvers his way past Aden, both of them puffing up their chests as they do the whole male dominance thing in the doorway.