Page 50 of Courting Gossip (Courting)
He spread his hand wide on her stomach when she tried to roll away. She was breathing so hard, it rode up and down.
‘OK, you want an honest negotiation?’ he said tightly. ‘Full disclosure? I want you, Jenny.’
‘I’m not Jenny,’ she snapped.
‘Yes, you are.’ Her stomach began rollercoastering faster as his hand slid deliberately downwards. He stopped with his fingertips just under the purple lace. ‘And I want the real deal.’
Her pussy clenched hard. What did he know about wanting? He held off his own desires and impulses until they worked in his favour.
Yet, as she looked into his face, it wasn’t calculation that she saw.
Her heart began beating fast. For once the filter on his lavender eyes had been ripped off. What he was asking went beyond escorting. He was stripping her bare.
He opened his hand wider on her belly.
‘You can say no,’ he said. He caressed her, watching his hand go round and round. ‘We’ll burn our agreement, tell Nina the whole thing’s off.’
He looked her in the face again. ‘You can go. Do what you want to do. I’ll get Samuel through this.’
‘But the gossip…’
‘It will still be there, and I won’t be able to shield you from it.’
So she was still backed into a corner. She didn’t really have a choice – or that’s what he thought – only the schemer didn’t understand that, if they became that intimate, he’d be putting himself out there, too. He wouldn’t be able to help it.
She wouldn’t let him.
Her thighs began to tremble. She’d wanted him ever since she’d first laid eyes on him, ever since he’d looked at her so impassively and then ushered her away to safety when the senator had gotten into a scrape. More than anything, she wanted to see what made this man tick.
Slowly, she let her thighs fall open. His gaze flew up to her face. She ran her finger along the harsh frown line between his eyes. ‘You want to have sex for real? Let’s do it.’
Cupping her hand over his, she guided his hand between her legs. He cupped her firmly, and her hips rose.
‘I’ll be your Jenny,’ she whispered. At least until the contract was over.
* * *
A resoundingyesechoed in Brody’s head. He didn’t like manipulating her but, if he had to bind her to him to protect her from the DC press, he’d do it. But he didn’t want the woman he’d seen in the video at the Emissary Hotel, he wanted the real woman. He wanted the smart cookie who’d stopped Detective Morgan in his tracks. He wanted the girl who grinned at him after she’d planted petunias. He wanted the vibrant redhead who baked bread in sexy lingerie.
He cupped his hand over her mound possessively. Maybe using one of Luxxor’s infamous contracts wasn’t the right way to go about it, but he wasn’t a guy who played fair. He’d use any advantage he could to get what he wanted.
And she was lying before him, so beautiful and sexy, he couldn’t see straight.
He ran his fingers over her soft flesh. She was hot, wet and unbelievably soft. He slid his finger through her slit and watched her face. Her eyes squeezed shut as she let out a breathless cry. He rimmed her opening and watched as her nipples perked up hard.
Unable to resist, he rolled towards her and swirled his tongue around the responsive peak. She caught the back of his head to hold him to her, but he wasn’t ready when she cupped her other hand over his crotch.
‘Let me,’ she said. She rubbed the ball of her hand against him, and he kept the pressure tight. She wasn’t using shortcuts, she was just that sensual.
Brody quickly helped her get into his pants, and they got down to business. He peeled the lacy purple thong over her hips and down her legs. He took position between her thighs again and leaned down to kiss her.
She wrapped her hand around his cock and started pumping. He returned the favour by sliding two fingers into her, deep. He rubbed her tightness, searching for the spot. He knew he’d found it when her heels dug into the carpeting and her hand clutched urgently around his boner. ‘A condom,’ she gasped. ‘Get a condom.’
He squeezed his eyes shut. They were all the way in the bedroom.
He kissed her fast. ‘Don’t move.’
He pushed himself to his feet, shed his jeans and made off like lightning. When he came back, he brought the whole box. Her eyes widened. He’d bought the economy size.
