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Authors: Lisa Hughey

Tags: #General Fiction

Stone Cold Heart (8 page)

"She's with the others."

But the guard had already caught on to Jess's purpose and he smiled slyly. "You're late, missy."

"I-I know," Jess stammered to make it look good but inside she was rolling her eyes. "I had a shoe emergency."

She hoped the silly statement would take him off guard. Instead he gave her a lecherous look. "What you gonna do to make it worth my while to let you in?"

Jess gulped. This situation hadn't been covered in the GHR employee handbook. Shit. She widened her eyes and glanced at his crotch. "Do I have time? I don't want President LeRoy to be mad at you. I thought the guests had already arrived," she said in a breathy voice, reminding the asshole that his boss would be less than happy if she were any later.

The guard peered over his shoulder. "No time now. After the party."

Sure, pal.
Jess breathed a mental sigh of relief. One awkward situation down, who knew what?, next.

"Follow me," he grumbled.

"Is there a place where I can freshen up?" she smiled beguilingly at the guard. If she could just get into LeRoy's bathroom, she could unload the poison in the bath salts and get the heck out.

"No." The guard shook his head emphatically. "Guests only."

Dammit. That would have been too easy. Guess this would have to be done the hard way. Hopefully she could figure what the hard way was before she was picked up for the night.

Jess sashayed behind the guard through a massive wide hallway with hand-tied silk Persian rugs and gilded gold-framed portraits of former leaders. Crystal chandeliers hung from high arched ceilings and cast light on a door almost hidden by fancy moulding work. The guard whispered, "You can sneak in this way and no one will notice."

"Thanks," she smiled sultrily and tried to impart every drop of sensuality into the gesture. "See you later, doll."

His teeth were almost blindingly white in his dark face as he shoved her into the room. Jess nearly stumbled, but true to his word, she'd been thrust into the room in a back corner. The other guests were gathered around the buffet table set up at the other end of the large drawing room and no one noticed her less than elegant entrance.

The entire room reeked with the scent of lilies. Jess wondered where in the hell LeRoy had gotten lilies as a decoration?

And then she stopped, caught by an intense, severe stare.

Seven

He was going to kill her.

Assuming she made it out of the extremely dangerous situation she'd just willingly put herself into, her life would be forfeit because Colin was going to strangle her.

And then once he got back to the states for the debrief, Jack was going to kill him.

One big happy death circle.

What. The. Fuck?

She had gone completely against plan. This wasn't even plan D, this was plan WTF.

She had on the dress that she'd worn the night that they'd hooked up and even with slightly dirty feet and very little make up on, she was flat out gorgeous.

Colin couldn't take his eyes off her. Neither could half the men in this room. And what the hell did it say about him that he was beyond turned on?

"Ah, I can tell that you see something you like, mon ami," LeRoy teased Colin. If he hadn't been freaked before, he was now in the stratosphere of completely jacked up. Colin didn't want LeRoy anywhere near Jess.

Colin stretched his fingers to forcibly keep his hands from clenching into fists. He couldn't afford to display any kind of weakness. "She is...attractive."
Never show how much you want something.

This entire plan was a cluster. Keisha had been stopped, Jess had put away her rifle, which he really hadn't wanted to use her anyway. She'd been right. An outright assassination of LeRoy would throw the country into civil unrest. While a natural death would create some difficulties it was nothing compared to what would happen if LeRoy died violently.

LeRoy let out a deep belly laugh, his face wreathed in wrinkles of a smile, his shoulders shook with mirth. He looked like a big fat black Santa and his bowl full of jelly. "I think more than just attractive. My madam has outdone herself." LeRoy slapped him on the shoulder so hard, Colin nearly bent in half. "Avail yourself."

Yeah, cause that would be good for you....wouldn't it you big fat fuck?

Colin was pretty sure there were cameras in the rooms that the guests and their paid 'companions' were encouraged to use.

But he'd made such a big deal of staring at her that now Colin had to pick Jess up for the night. Of course, better him than someone else.

Colin prowled toward Jess, staying to the outside edge of the room so he could continue to observe the occupants. He noted how she moved around the room, mingling with the other guests and managing to keep a fairly even distance between them. Finally Colin had had enough. LeRoy was going to remember that Colin had the hots for a girl he didn't recognize. And hopefully LeRoy would be dead before he could thank the madam for a woman she didn't send.

If Jess wasn't fucking careful she was going to find herself trapped for the night with one of these immoral 'philanthropists' who were willing to use a country's prostitutes even as they proclaimed their philanthropic goal was to aid the poor, disaster-ravaged citizens. It certainly wasn't his job to police them, but he really hoped that Antoine D'Aramitz truly was a man of the cloth and not a secret pervert.

Finally, Colin lost patience with her delay tactics. He stalked straight through the crowd. Jess, who was still keeping the periphery in her vision, didn't realized he'd changed his trajectory. By the time she figured out he was no longer on the edges, it was too late.

Colin stood in front of her and the man she was currently chatting with.

"Bonjour," she said with a sultry smile. Only Colin noticed the nerves beneath her welcoming exterior as she comprehended that he was not happy. Colin nodded to the portly man who was practically salivating at the way her plump breasts spilled out of the low cut top. She'd spread some sort of shimmery powder on the mounds and they glittered in the bright lights of the large room.

"Sorry, old chap. But I do believe she's taken." He curled his fingers around her bare bicep and crowded her body with his. Then he leaned in and whispered in her ear, loud enough for the other man to hear. "I want you."

"Monsieur." She giggled and batted her eyelashes flirtatiously. "How delightfully forward of you."

"I'll make it very worth your while."

The other guy, wide-eyed and mouth hanging open, looked like he might object and challenge Colin for the opportunity to spend some alone time with Jess. So before he could even formally throw his hat in the ring, Colin began to herd Jess toward the exit. He curled his arm around her torso, from the outside the embrace should look lover-like, but hopefully Jess realized that the only way to break his hold would require a serious chop to the solar plexus.

He shouldn't have worried. Jess twined her arm through his and swung her hips languidly as they sauntered toward the door that lead to the guest rooms. Ostensibly the rooms were ready for freshening up, but in reality they were for illicit sexual liaisons with the women that LeRoy provided.

Heat rose from her skin, and her fresh lemon scent and underlying perfume filled his senses. His body responded like she was standing there buck naked. "I am so tempted to put you over my knees and spank you."

She laughed huskily and leaned over to whisper in his ear, "I'd like to see you try."

"Don't push me," he growled.

Jess played the coquette and tilted her head, blonde and brown streaked hair tumbled sexily over one mostly bare shoulder, and over her breast. Her green eyes glittered with some emotion he couldn't quite pin down. Indignation? Frustration? "Don't underestimate me."

Colin found one of the rooms for the guests to 'freshen up' in. He knocked lightly and when no one answered, he shoved the door open. Before she could lay into him, he curled his arm around her shoulders, and pressed her up against the wall covered in delicate, seashell pink silk wallpaper. He rocked his hips into her body, and reveled at the catch in her breath. Very quietly, he whispered in her ear, "Likely bugged, and/or recorded."

Her body stiffened. But as if she immediately realized she had to be on guard, she went liquid.

Yes, she'd caught his meaning. They were likely going to be taped.

And they were going to have to perform, at least to some extent. They had to make it look and sound good before they could wander out, get lost, and hopefully get into LeRoy's bathroom, plant the poison and get out of the mansion before anyone caught them where they shouldn't be.

Getting right on board, Jess dragged her foot up his calf, even as her hands headed south and grabbed his butt. The move tilted her hips into his burgeoning erection. The blood in his body rushed to his cock even as he cupped her breasts through the snug, stretchy black fabric.

Suddenly he was back in that hotel hallway in London.

She was rubbing her body along his and his brain was short circuiting, sending pulses of lust straight to his dick. They needed to be strategizing, and all he could think about was getting inside her. As if he'd die if they weren't connected in the most intimate manner possible in the next five seconds.

Colin scraped his fingers up her bare silky thigh and under her short tight skirt.

As he encountered mostly naked curves, his eyes rolled back in his head. "Fuck me, do you have anything on beneath this?" he snarled. His brain completely shut down.

She laughed. "Thong, monsieur."

Thank fuck, she was staying in character because Colin had completely forgotten that they were players in a dangerous game. Where the hell was his head?

"I'm going to rip it off." He yanked the lace from her body and plunged two fingers inside her. "I'll buy you a new one." He panted.

Jess laughed nervously. "Not necessary, mais merci." And then she moaned as he trilled his thumb over her clit and a fierce triumph roared through him.

She tried frantically to undo his belt, and clawed at his zipper, scrabbling to get his pants down.

She shoved his underwear to his thighs and squeezed his bare ass. Colin wondered where the cameras were placed and hoped that what they were doing would be mostly hidden by his body. They were going to have to go through with this. If someone were actually listening or watching real time, it would be too suspicious if they didn't now.

Fuck. He wanted to take his time. Spend hours, days, exploring her body, finding all those perfect spots and secret places that sent her into the stratosphere. On crisp sheets with an ocean breeze swirling around them and a bucket of chilled champagne sweating by the bedside. Instead, he was about to fuck her up against a wall.

Colin pulled his fingers from her body and curled his hands underneath her thighs and lifted her up. "Condom in my back pocket."

She pulled the condom out and ripped the package open with her teeth. Jess had a huge grin on her face and her eyes were bright with laughter and desire. And fuck, but that turned him on even more. She was having fun. And she didn't give a damn that there were likely cameras on them.

"Put it on," he gutted out. He was so hard right now, they didn't need the poison, he could club LeRoy to death with his cock.

The touch of her fingers on his cock as she rolled the condom down sent licks of fire through his blood. Jesus, she affected him. Her body told the same story, the feeling was mutual. His fingers were slick from her wet channel and her nipples stabbed his chest. Her breasts were flushed with arousal. And she probably didn't even realize that she swayed back and forth in tiny hip rocks against his abs, rubbing against him sensuously.

Finally the condom was all the way on. "Brace yourself."

Colin's head went light as all the blood in his body rushed to his groin. In one desperate move, he thrust up into her and at the same time pulled her hips down so he was buried to the hilt. Jess shoved her head back against the wall, the crack echoed in the room. She clutched his shoulders with greedy fingers and a keening moan erupted from her throat as she came from that one powerful invasion.

Her body milked him, her hips rocked almost frantically. Colin powered in and out of her, caught in his own rush of lust. It only took one, two, three thrusts and his orgasm shuddered through him like a powerful shock.

She was wrapped around him like a freaking octopus, as the crazy force of his orgasm practically blew the top of his head off. He might have felt like a total loser for being so quick on the trigger but Jess had her head back, eyes closed, panting hard, and she was still spasming around his dick, squeezing him like a boa, with tight hard contractions. Sweat sheened her face and chest giving her a well-satisfied glow.

Her heart was pounding so hard, he could see the shimmy of her breasts with each beat. Colin's heart pounded equally hard in double time. For a moment he thought he'd gone deaf and dumb. He couldn't hear anything but the overpowering thud in his ears and all sensation was focused on her wet fist holding his cock so tightly he never wanted to leave.

"Fuck." Colin dropped his forehead against the curve of her neck.

He was still holding her up against the wall. His arms were starting to shake with the effort, not because she was heavy but because he was so wrecked from the mind-blowing orgasm she'd just given him. But he didn't want to let her go.

"Oui, monsieur," she replied coquettishly.

"You are amazing," he said loudly. Colin pressed a kiss to her neck and murmured. "I hope your brother never sees this tape, or I'm history."

"Merci, monsieur." Then she breathed in his ear, "None of his business."

"Hopefully I managed to shield most of you from the cameras."

Jess jerked back a little. Then she took one hand from his shoulders and gripped his hair in her fist. She jerked his head toward her and took his mouth in a carnal kiss. She devoured him, inhaled him, and destroyed him with the sheer power of her mouth. She hadn't realized what he'd been trying to do. Her thanks was doing fantastic things to him.

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