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  “Trust me, gentlemen . . .” I ran my hands over my curves. “There ain’t a damn thing fake about any of this.”

  I knew without a doubt that I had this man on lock, being that there were few women of color in the room. Shelia and I were the pick of the litter from the ones who were present. Unless he fancied cream in his coffee, and even then, there was no real competition. Well, there were these four other women that could’ve given us a run, but they were so bourgeois that they wouldn’t have noticed if Jesus, himself, had entered the room. Besides, it looked as though they were having a little spat with the chick in the off-the-shoulder, fitted white gown. She was definitely a looker, but she couldn’t hold a candle to me. I gave them one more second of my time watching them claw and hiss at one another. This was the very reason I didn’t put any energy into having too many female friends; women were nothing but drama.

  I turned my attention back to Shelia. “I’m sorry about the shoes, girl. You know my pussy woke up the minute she sensed the prime dick attached to that gorgeous specimen of a man.”

  “Girl, I swear you’re a nympho.” Shelia laughed.

  “Don’t trip, you undercover freak.”

  “Hey, I never professed to be a nun, so get it right.” Shelia clicked her long, lacquered nails together. We both laughed as the waiter walked by with another tray of champagne.

  By this time, Jordan was looking my way, and of course Shelia took notice. She adjusted her double Ds and refreshed her lipstick. There was no need for all of that. I knew I was looking good without even having to break out a mirror.

  No sooner than he’d made it over to us, Shelia immediately stuck out her hand. “Hi, I’m Shelia Billings, and you are?”

  “Jordan. Jordan Lei . . .” He turned his attention toward me. “. . . and who might this lovely vision be?” I could tell this pissed Shelia off, but I had to give it to her, she put up one hell of a front to hide her embarrassment.

  “Oh, that’s my good friend, Bianca Brooks.”

  “Bianca . . . ” I loved the way he pronounced my name. “ . . . making your acquaintance makes this function worthwhile, oh—and yours too, Shelia.” Jordan kissed both of our hands. “What are two stunning ladies like you doing at a stuffy old party like this?”

  “I’m the one who’s in charge of this stuffy old party,” I announced as I handed him one of my ever-present business cards. I had to let him know that I wasn’t just another pretty face. “I own Pleasure Principles Event Planning. I specialize in all kinds of pleasurable gatherings.” I winked at him.

  “And I’m a real estate broker,” Shelia volunteered quickly. “If I’m not being too forward, where is Mrs. Lei tonight?”

  I had to give it to my girl; she was persistent as fuck.

  “Unfortunately, there isn’t a Mrs., yet, that is.” Jordan gleamed that gorgeous smile of his at me.

  “Well, in that case, would you like to have a seat with me?” Shelia batted her fake lashes at Jordan.

  “Please don’t take offense, Shelia, but I was actually hoping to get to know Bianca a little better, if you don’t mind.”

  The retreated look that appeared on Shelia’s face was that of ice water being thrown in it. “None taken.” She gulped the rest of her drink, and fluffed cleavage once more to show Jordan what he could’ve had. “Bianca, I’ll catch up with you later, girl. I’m going to find Reggie and Cody.”

  After Shelia’s departure, Jordan literally devoured me with his eyes. There was a room full of people, but we had suddenly developed a severe case of tunnel vision, where nothing, or no one else, mattered but us.

  His silence, and stare down, was so all-pervading, that it caused me to get a little nervous after an unhealthy amount of time had passed. “What? Do I have a boogie in my nose, or something?” I responded jokingly.

  “I’m just imagining how you would look riding my dick, while I watch you in motion from the mirrored ceiling in my hotel suite, not too far from here. I’ve already gotten what I came here for. Why don’t we ditch this party? There’s no use in sticking around.” He caressed my chin.

  I didn’t know if I should’ve been insulted, or embarrassed, because he’d read my mind. “Excuse me?” He nearly caused me to swoon when he smiled at me showcasing those dimples, but I couldn’t allow that to distract me.

  “You heard me,” he said, not backing down.

  Jordan was so narcissistic. So audacious. A winning combination that always got my fire lit, but I had to be responsible about this. “But I—this is my event.” Damn it! I hate that I stammered giving him full advantage.

  “Let your people handle it.” Before I could make another attempt to stand my ground, Jordan was whisking me through the crowd, and toward the front of the mansion. I saw two of the ladies that were bickering earlier, still going at it by the grand double staircase at the entrance as we walked out.

  He gave the valet the ticket to retrieve his car.

  Was I was really about to leave my event—with a man I didn’t know? I stood there debating with myself.

  Chapter 2

  Just looking into his eyes, I knew I was headed wherever he was going. The valet pulled up in a sleek black Aston Martin One-77 and stopped in front of us. After being tipped, he ran over to help me open the door, and then closed it once I was seated inside of the lustrous beauty.

  As we drove, Jordan was suddenly at a loss in the art of conversing, which was surprising after being so lively earlier. We rode in silence arriving in less than ten minutes later at the Ritz-Carlton.

  After handing over his keys to yet another valet, Jordan walked me through the exquisitely decorated lobby that offered stunning, wide-sweeping vistas of Chicago’s Magnificent Mile. When we got on the elevator, he used a special key to go to his floor.

  The continuation of noncommunication was beginning to grate on my nerves, and irritate the hell out of me. “Where are we going?”

  “If you have to ask, maybe I should go back and reintroduce myself to your desperate friend. Shelia, was it?” Jordan answered, while still staring straight ahead.

  The elevator opened into the presidential suite, which featured two-story, floor-to-ceiling windows that offered views of the majestic Lake Michigan. There was also a media room and a spiral staircase that separated the bedrooms from the common areas. The setup practically mimicked the one in Dallas, save for the view of the lake. The skyline was breathtaking, as luminous lighting from the buildings played a part in the seductive scene sprawled before us.

  Jordan pressed a button on the elevator which allowed it to stay open. Before I knew it, I was up against the wall being drowned in kisses, as his quick-witted hands roamed over my luscious derrière.

  I broke away long enough to ask, “Damn, you’re not wasting any time, are you?”

  Instead of responding to my question, his hand roughly yanked my dress up, and tore off my lace thong. My clit was throbbing so hard, that I didn’t give a damn if he completely ripped off my fifteen-hundred-dollar designer dress, just so long as he put out the fire.

  His tongue thrust its way back into my mouth, drowning out my throaty moans. “You want this, don’t you?” he breathlessly asked, once the kiss ended.

  “Yeeesss,” I replied as best I could.

  He led me off of the elevator, before releasing it to go back down. We left a trail of clothing as we made our way inside of the penthouse. I stood with my back to the window as I watched Jordan, watch me. I gasped when my uncovered back and ass made contact against the cool windowpane. I hardly had time to catch my breath before he was upon me again with more kisses.

  Everyone, including Special Agent Garza, hung on to my every word. A few of them had handkerchiefs dabbing at their foreheads. The room was a cool seventy-two degrees, per my request, which let me know the heat wasn’t from the temperature, but their libidos.

  “Are you getting this, Agent Garza?”

  “Uh, yes. Yes. Yes. Go . . . go on,” he urged.

  Now, wha
t in the hell does my first fuck session with Jordan have to do with the information needed to capture him? Horny motherfuckers. I laughed to myself.

  • • •

  The lights reflected off of Lake Michigan, causing the water to sparkle like black diamonds in the night. Jordan wrapped my right leg around his waist, and plunged deep into my saturated pussy. I hoisted my other leg around him, with the goal of feeling every inch that he had to offer. Jordan held me tightly, and although I hadn’t seen his dick, I knew it had to be glorious from the way it felt. Then reality hit me. We were having unprotected sex! I pushed back to unravel myself from around him, but—

  • • •

  The loud gasps coming from my captive audience in the room interrupted me. I stopped long enough to let them get ahold of themselves. One would have thought that these clowns had never got caught outside in the rain without a raincoat before, but then again . . .

  “Humph.” I rolled my eyes and continued.

  • • •

  “No! No! We have to stop!” I regrettably said while still trying to get out of Jordan’s grasp.

  “No. Not now.” Jordan never missed a beat. He did something spectacular that made his dick seemingly curve and hit my spot. Seeing that he had me, he finally let me out of the all-consuming Kung-Fu grip. We abandoned the scenic view the window provided, as he continued having his way with me until we toppled over onto the sofa. My tongue followed my body’s lead as it snaked its way down his torso, and then finally arriving at his belly button.

  He stood, taking me along with him as he hungrily devoured my breasts before kneeling to get a taste of heaven. He stared, admiring how wet I was for him. His fingers traced my swollen and beckoning lips before sliding them inside. The sounds my pussy made, and the whimpers escaping from me, propelled him in his mission. Jordan separated the moist milky folds of my vagina with his tongue taking turns wiggling it teasingly on my clit and thrusting it deep into my soaked canal.

  “Mmm . . . ” he moaned as he enjoyed the sweet creamy treat he was rewarded with. For the finale, he showed his gentle side. He caressed my face adoringly, while staring deeply into my eyes. I wasn’t trying to fall in love. I was just trying to fuck all night if possible.

  Returning the favor, I took a little adventure of my own, and was surprised at how flawless, from the color, to the solidity, that his dick was. I licked around his shaft, sucking his balls one at a time before giving him some deep throat action. To get him off even more, I relaxed my throat muscles and began making vibrating noises as I fondled his balls and massaged his taut ass.

  “Ah yes, suck that . . . aww damn.” Jordan held the top of my head with one hand. Once I felt that he was about to unload, I leaned onto the sofa and opened my treasure allowing him to go on an expedition.

  Jordan stuck his finger inside, swirled it around, and then put it in his mouth. “Umm, you’re so sweet and ready, but first . . .” He flipped me over and positioned me on my knees with my ass in his face. He licked my clit from behind.

  I gripped the sofa nearly breaking a nail. “Ooh . . . that’s my spot!” I screamed. Before entering, he propped my right leg up on the back of the sofa, and eased his way in. Jordan held me firmly around my waist while I fingered my clit creating an intoxicating but stimulating feeling.

  “UMMMMM, yes . . . that . . . feels . . . soooo good!” I sang his praises.

  Jordan spanked my ass. “I’mma tear . . . this cunt . . . up! Come on . . . work that . . . fat ass!” Smack! Jordan took his dick out momentarily and flipped me upside down.

  “What the—”

  Smack! Smack!

  “Shut the fuck up and follow my lead!” Jordan commanded as the gentleman from a minute ago left the building and was replaced by a hoodlum. I obliged and ended up being power drilled into weak putty. The blood rushing to my head coupled with an orgasm was nothing short of amazing!

  • • •

  Agent Garza stopped recording. “Okay, Ms. Brooks, this sounds like an interesting story, but none of what you just told us can help build a case against The Tarantula.”

  “If you’d let my client continue, I’m sure you’d find that you could use some of what she has to say. Sexing women senseless is part of his MO; you even said as much yourself,” Aliyah explained.

  He shook his head surprisingly agreeing with Aliyah, and then pushed “play” on the recorder again. “All right, continue.”

  Chapter 3

  The first time I had learned of Jordan’s role in banking, we were at my house. We’d been making love as usual, but this time our passion was lacking the intensity that it normally had. The covers had lay crumpled, and pooled around us. Being saddled with ADD, I had become restless. The king-sized bed had made us seem even further apart, with the only sound coming from the tick-tock of the clock hanging on the wall. Something had to give.

  I had sat up and turned on the lamp that was sitting on the nightstand. “Baby, what’s the matter?”

  He had done the same and faced me, placing my hands in his. “There are some things about me that you need to know, if we’re to continue seeing each other.”

  I had pulled my hands away from his. “Oh, God. Please spare me the you’re-married-and-how-your-wife-doesn’t-satisfy-you-anymore-and-let-herself-go speech.”

  He had chuckled and shook his head. “No. It’s nothing like that at all.”

  “What then? You’re on the DL? On the run? Have another woman? Baby mama drama? Live in your grandma’s basement? Sick? What is it, Jordan?” I had searched his face frantically looking for answers.

  He had drawn me close. “Baby, please, calm down, and listen to me.”

  I had taken deep, calculated breaths to steady myself for whatever he was about to disclose. “Okay. I’m listening. Now spill.”

  He had exhaled. “It’s about the line of business that I’m in.”

  “I know, banking. What’s the problem with that? It’s a respectable business.”

  “Damn it, Bianca, could you please allow me to get out what I’m trying to say without any more interruptions?” Jordan had snapped.

  I didn’t mind his drill-sergeant behavior during sex, but the suspense while waiting on his big reveal had me feeling really anxious.

  “I have a lot of unfinished business,” he had admitted.

  I had looked at him sideways. I didn’t know what the hell this man was talking about, but I was all ears. “What do you need to finish, Jordan?”

  “What I started,” he’d said calmly.

  I had jumped out of bed, breasts swinging in the wind, my nakedness exposed for the world to see, being that my terrace doors were wide open. I had yanked open my nightstand drawer, grabbed my Clonazepam pills, and downed two with no water. “Enough with the beating around the bush already; just tell me, damn it!”

  He had taken a deep breath and blown it out slowly. “I’m into banking, but not in the capacity that you think I am. Before I go further, I need to know that I have your complete trust. Your loyalty has to be to me, if we’re to go on.”

  I had exhaled unnecessarily loud. “Okay, if you want loyalty, I can be as loyal as a fucking dog, just as long as it doesn’t get me killed.”

  He had turned on the charm and my pussy had started to percolate at the sound of his melodious voice. His left eyebrow had arched mischievously when he’d noticed me squeezing my thighs together. It was something I did whenever I was trying to quell the yearning between my legs. “Now why would I put your sexy ass in harm’s way?” he had asked as he leaned over to retrieve the edible oil from the nightstand that we’d given each other massages with earlier. I had watched as he poured some into his hand, and proceeded to stroke his massive rod into steel with it. His manhood had glistened like a bar of freshly polished gold, and damn if I wasn’t one distracted bitch.

  In my own little one-track-minded world, his member was behaving as if it were a cobra. His hand suddenly had become the basket it was hovering over, and he was the Pied
Piper. Following his invisible commands, my hips had swayed from left to right as I had squeezed my breasts and let a moan escape my salacious lips. I had licked them to keep from drooling, but it was all a waste of time. The sounds coming from the imaginary pipe had been so intoxicating and too harmonious for me to ignore. The only thing I could think about was taming the snake that was charming me relentlessly. I had glided over to the bed and kissed my way up his thighs. As soon as my mouth was about to make contact with its intended target, he had pulled back.

  “No more of this until you listen.”

  I had immediately sat up, pouty lips whining. “But baby.”

  He’d had seriousness in his eyes that I’d never seen before. “Bianca, this is important. I need you to show me that you’ll remain loyal, regardless of the situation.”

  Still in character, I had continued on with my charade. “Whatever you say, daddy, but just so you know, I’ve been a naughty, naughty girl. I can be really good, though . . . if you give me my candy cane.” I’d twirled my hair around my finger and behaved like a spoiled little brat. When it had looked as if he were relenting, I’d attempted to fill my mouth with his rock-hard sweetness again. No sooner than I’d made contact, he’d pushed me and I nearly fell off of the bed. As graceful as a cat, I’d caught my balance and recovered just as quickly.

  “Jordan, that was highly uncalled for!”

  His demeanor had gone from menacing to caring within five seconds flat. “Come here, baby.”

  I had gone to him obeying his command when he’d patted his lap. I’d climbed on the bed and straddled him. When he’d eased himself inside filling me up with his pleasure pole, I had liked to have passed out, it felt so right. Jordan had gotten me to where I was about to cum, and abruptly had stopped.

  “Jordan!”

  “Now listen to me,” he’d said, easing himself in and out at an agonizingly slow pace, driving me further down the road of insanity. “I have a friend that’s in the banking industry, and we have a very lucrative side business. I need you to set up accounts in the Cayman Islands and Switzerland in your name.”