Tinsel In A Tangle

“Don’t try to get away from me, Princess. I know what you like. What you need.”

His finger stilled when he spoke. She forced herself to relax.

Then he pressed those two thick fingers back into her pussy. When his tongue returned to her clit, his finger gently pressed into her ass. It wasn’t an overly comfortable sensation, but it didn’t hurt either. Before she could analyze it any further, the fingers buried in her pussy found her G-spot. The triple sensation of his mouth on her clit, fingers in her pussy and another working its way into her ass was too much.

She exploded with one hell of an orgasm.

Her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her entire body went taut. Pleasure enveloped her. The pulses of her orgasm seemed to be never ending. And that was just fine with her. If she could bottle this feeling, she could solve every problem in the world.

Jake never let up. He kept licking and fucking her with his

fingers.

But she wanted more.

She wanted him to stretch her with that glorious cock.

Eventually, after another killer orgasm, Jake allowed her body to calm down. His fingers slipped from her body. He kissed her clit the way she wished he’d kiss her mouth, and then he moved away. She felt cold and exposed without him between her legs.

“So, what next?” she asked, stretching her muscles, loosening them for whatever would come next. “That was an amazing appetizer.”

Chapter Four

Jake stood up and turned away so she wouldn’t see his laughter.

He loved the way she kept him on his toes. Not that he’d expected anything less. He’d just given her two orgasms that, from all appearances, rocked her world, and she had the nerve to ask what came next?

It was impossible not to love her.

Not that it changed anything.

He had to get out from under Leonard, who was poised to take Staffordshire International down in an ugly way. Jake had been trying to warn him that his business practices were less than honest, hell, he was an immoral jackass and half of what he was doing was illegal. The SEC, the FBI and probably agencies with even more letters were waiting, circling like vultures for the slightest crack in SI. Jake considered it a miracle that Leonard hadn’t provided them with one yet. And Jake didn’t want to be anywhere nearby when the shit finally hit the fan.

Jake had worked for Staffordshire International for years. His father and grandfather for decades before him. They’d always drilled into him how important it was to take care of the Staffordshires. Jake had always assumed that taking care of the Staffordshires meant taking care of SI.

It didn’t.

Leonard had the good fortune to be born with the Staffordshire name, and he had control of the family company, but none of that mattered.

Ana was the real heir to the Staffordshire name. She was the one with the grace and poise and caring and sense of duty that Staffordshires for years had possessed.

Jake’s job, he suddenly realized, and he should have always known this, was to take care of Ana. And she wanted the diamond. Jake had wanted the diamond only for the money. She wanted the diamond because it was the one tangible thing left of her family.

There was no question now; he couldn’t sell it. But at the same time he couldn’t let Ana steal it either. No way would he let her get her hands dirty. Not to mention he’d already deposited, and used, a substantial advance from his buyer, which put him in a shitty situation.

But if it was the one thing Ana wanted most in the world, he’d make sure it was hers. Because, he realized, there was one person in the world he’d do anything for.

And she lounged on that old purple chaise right in front of him, naked except for the diamond, recovering after the incredible orgasms he’d given her.

“Had I anticipated this, I’d have brought a butt plug for you.”

“Excuse me?”

He loved the way she tried to look haughty. Like she wasn’t bare-assed naked and he hadn’t already seen, and touched, the most intimate parts of her. Her grandmother had been a master of the look, and though Ana had practiced over the years, she’d never quite managed it.

“You heard me. I’d love to start preparing you for my cock. Just a small one to start.”

She looked down at his tented pants and then back up to his face. “I don’t think that would work.”