Onyx Mafia: Insatiable - Episode 1: (Lia and Meghan) (Onyx Mafia: Insatiable Book 1) Read online

  A glance at my watch told me I had a little time left to play before my 2 o'clock meeting, a half-hour or so to unwrap Miss. Wallace a bit more.

  When I stood abruptly, moving from behind my desk, her voice trailed off to silence. She turned stiff, looking straight ahead, clipboard clutched to her chest like a shield.

  That clipboard did you no favors last time, Sweetheart.

  I smiled to myself and ignored her posturing, bending to open the mini fridge tucked into the wooden alcove behind her. I could practically feel the heat of her gaze on my ass and I let the moment linger before turning around.

  “Would you like a bottled water? I have a nice case of mineral water.”

  Her eyes looked stricken as her mouth answered yes before her brain could stop her.

  The ice clinked loud and merry in the glass. I poured. Her eyes searched my face, her breath deepening, pulse jumpy as she searched for an answer she already knew.

  Oh, you absolutely loved it, Meghan.

  A sudden, visible shiver ran through her and she shook her head, standing.

  “I mean, no. No water, thank you." Her oversized brown purse went over her head, resting on her hip. Not so coincidently blocking the space between us.

  I took a sip of water, eyeing her over my glass.

  “I assume I will see you tomorrow?”

  “What? No, I can’t...”

  “You still have not finished the interview. Our company is paying for the independent audit, correct?”

  A sigh escaped her and I smiled, handing her a glass, grazing her fingers as she took it.

  “Careful, you don’t want to make another mess." I tilted my head, smiling slowly. “Or, do you?”

  She closed her eyes and swallowed. Breathing audibly.

  A delighted chuckle left me and I winked.

  Her hand shook, tightening on her bag as she shoved the leather strap onto her shoulder. She handed the glass back to me.

  “Lia." I raised a brow. “Ms. Onyx, whatever. I don’t know what happened yesterday –”

  “You quite thoroughly ate me out. And very well for a supposed beginner,” I said.

  She ignored my interruption, “but I’m letting you know it won’t be happening again.”

  My amusement grew. Oh, I liked this one. I placed the glass on the side table behind me, resting against it. “It almost certainly will, Meghan.”

  And the looks she gave me! Her expressions mirrored every thought in her head, which, as an undercover FBI agent supposedly investigating me, was a delicious disaster.

  “Last night, Meghan. How many times did you dream about me? Did you dream your head was between my thighs, that you were wedged under my skirt, tongue exploring me? Did you stick your fingers in your hot, needy pussy and imagine it was my tongue, my fingers making you cum?" I smiled at her expression. “How many times did you touch yourself and wish I was there?”

  I held up a finger. She gazed at it hungrily.

  “Ah, but don’t tell me, Meghan. It doesn’t matter. You have already told me, I see it in your eyes. All those deep, dark cravings and those delicious desires.”

  Her face and thoughts went inward, eyelids flickering in denial, body leaning toward me.

  "You want to touch me so bad… You are absolutely sopping wet right now. Aren’t you, Meghan?”

  I trailed the finger along the wetness of on the table. “Answer me.”

  “Yes,” she whispered, low and hoarse.

  “Yes…?”

  She just shook her head, clutching the strap of her bag. “I don’t understand why this is happening. It’s... I’ve never really… And then you look at me with that look and that smile and it’s like I can’t control it…”

  I made no move towards her, letting the electricity of her thoughts charge the silence.

  “I should go,” she said.

  “Stay."

  Thick silence built and she gave a half shake of the head. She turned, clipboard and brown bag clutched inside white knuckles.

  “Meghan.”

  She froze, straining against all her better judgment.

  “Come here.”

  A half turn was all she gave me. It was enough. I let the smile enter my voice. “If you leave you will regret it. You think you’ve lost sleep last night? Wait until it’s been four days, a week of drenched and passion filled dreams. Your days riddled with aching, unbearable frustration.” I smiled, shrugging my shoulders lightly. “Eventually, you have to let go and explore this side of yourself. Maybe a fling or two can get this, get me, out of your system.”

  Her look at me was knowing and wry. “I doubt it."

  I laughed, my voice low and intimate with the heady thrill of a new conquest. This was always the best part.

  Two steps and I was beside her, feeling the heat radiating from her bulky polyester suit. She blinked, looking at me with those wide eyes.

  I leaned in.

  “Drop the clipboard." She did so and I nudged it away, moving closer. “Remove your purse, please."

  The leather bag creaked when her fingers tightened, but she made a rough, desperate noise and flung her hand out, throwing it halfway across the room, hitting the side of my desk and spilling its contents.

  What a mess. I smiled hungrily, pushing her toward the door. Her face, ah, lustful and confused and a little frightened. So fucking eager. My pulse quickened, heating me. Her back hit the thick wooden door. “Turn around,” She turned, pressing her forehead against the tinted glass. The glass engraved with my name in giant, three inch letters.

  I spread her arms out, hands against the glass. “Don’t scream.” I said, nipping the nape of her neck. “No matter how good it feels." I slide my hand under her blazer, brushing the skin under her bra, fingers roaming to the clasps and back again.

  Tiny trembles racked through her as I pull the shirt from her trousers, unbuckling her belt.

  “You wore all this to dissuade me, or to make me want to unwrap you like a piece of forbidden chocolate?” I slide the belt from her pants, shoving my hand in. She gasped and I leaned my body along hers, lips against her ear. “Will you melt for me, Meghan?"

  The trembling increased as I explored, running my fingers up the inside of her thighs, the ‘V’ crease of her underwear. She was hot, burning and wet. One light touch against her mound made her knees buckle, her lips moving soundlessly. Pleading, begging. My eyes flickered and I pulled my hand away, hooking my thumb on the waist of her panties. Her hips arched futilely.

  “Meghan,” I said slowly.

  “Oh Jesus, what... what do you want?" She gave a shivery indrawn breath. "Please, could you just…”

  “Just, what?” I loved the need in her voice, kept my own mild. Conversational.

  She said nothing, just shook her head against the glass. I leaned in, moving her hair away, rested my chin on her shoulder. She smelled absolutely delicious.

  “It is 1:47. If you don’t beg me to take you right now, I will leave for my 2 o'clock appointment. Do you understand, Meghan?”

  A small whimper of despair escaped her. I smiled. “You want me to touch you?" She nodded. “You want me to lick you, suck on you until you explode?”

  She gave a long shivery moan. “Oh god yes. Yes, I do.”

  “Then beg me Meghan. Make me believe it.”

  She did, with her face pressed against a door and her pants around her ankles she begged me to do everything she’d done to me. And more. I raised my brow, impressed with some of the creativity she displayed, the depths she was willing to go. Depths still unexplored. Shit, she had more than potential – she was a rare find.

  I stared at the back of her bent head, her body half clothed and trembling, sexy words and risqué deeds strewing from the depths of her. Pouring from the parts she hid even from herself.

  What else do you have buried in there, Meghan? Will you even remember what you said? The things you are asking me to do to you?

  I will remember, Meghan. I promise.

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nbsp; When I pulled my hand from her warmth she gasped and clenched, nearly sobbing. Her voice ragged, delirious with need.

  “Don’t move,” I said in her ear. She nodded mutely and I went to my desk, grabbing my cellphone. I texted a message to one of my managers who promptly replied “The Audit girl, right?”

  My mouth quirked, my habits were no secret. But this one, this woman had more than piqued my curiosity. Such hunger, naive and ravenous hunger. What game were they playing to send one like this to my door?

  I smiled wider. I loved games.

  I texted another message, keeping an eye on the shivering Meghan, her head and hands against the door, sexy as hell with her disheveled shirt and oversized blazer and scarlet red underwear.

  “You wore those panties for me, Meghan?”

  She gave a small nod, eyes lowered, clenching muscles still causing her to tremble. She was pent up, a heated teapot desperate to whistle. Begging for it.

  “Let’s get this first one out of the way, shall we?” Her breath hitched in expectation as my steps brought me closer to her.

  The first touch was in the small her back. I traced my finger up her spine, unclasping her bra. “Unbutton your shirt."

  She did quickly, the shirt falling to expose the smooth expanse of her back. I pulled the rest off, sliding her bra down her arms and to the floor, my breath warming her skin. When I kissed the space between her shoulders her back arched, pressing her soft breast against the cold hard glass.

  She hissed, eyes widening.

  “Now you begin to understand,” I said behind her. “Quiet, now." My teeth and tongue made warm, wet spots on inside of her neck and tips of her shoulders. She shivered under my tongue, a moan escaping. Another one. I wrapped my arms around her waist, fingers teasing the edges of her panty line.

  She was trembling continuously now, a steady vibration that shook the glass, her hard nipples rubbing against it.

  “God, you are so hot. You’ve been waiting for this.” I dipped my hand lower, just enough to touch the top of her pubis. Her greedy hips and pelvis thrust against my hand and I let her, watching her face as she tried to fuck my hand.

  Beautiful.

  “Be still.” She slowed reluctantly, though occasionally her hips rose to meet my fingers.

  “Please, what else do you want? I fuckin’ begged you and still you…”

  Her eyes widened when my fingers pushed abruptly into her, angling for her spot, the back of my thumb pressing hard against her clit. Her face made an ‘O’ and she shuddered, fingers scratching the glass. She was impossibly wet, her arousal trailing down the inside of her thigh.

  “Don’t scream, Meghan,” I reminded her, flicking my tongue along her ear as my fingers pushed and pushed. She shook her head, biting her lips, eyes rolled back to the heavens.

  I shifted the angle of my slick fingers and she literally tried to climb the walls, loud screams pushed from the depth of her. I kept my body firm against her back, propping her up while my fingers furiously slid in and out of her. The little sensitive nub wet and slick, rubbed against my thumb, so very, very sexy.

  Her back arched harder, hips stiffening and rising. I thought of stretching it out, drawing the orgasm from her like strands of melted caramel.

  But, we had time to play later.

  I fucked her harder and her cries made my mouth water, drinking it in.

  “Yes… now, Meghan.”

  She came like a bullet train, writhing and bucking against me and the door, gushing wetness inside my cupped hand.

  “Oh fuck you are so hot.” I whispered to her as she made incoherent sounds of pleasure, her body stiffening once more before falling languid between me and the door.

  My fingers slipped from her, unresisting and soaked and I knelt, sliding them into her parted mouth. Her tongue circled them, hungry and hot even as her face twisted at her own taste.

  Ah, Meghan. You have no clue. No idea how much fun we will have together.

  I smiled; absolutely loving the bait they sent me.

  Meghan’s Story

  She made me lick her fingers afterwards, smiling when I wrinkled my nose at the taste. Then she kissed me, “It will grow on you, dear.”

  I shuddered and looked away, both loving and hating the certainty behind those words. The smiling knowledge behind those eyes.

  My body had sort of slumped to the floor and I watched her getting ready to leave. It didn’t take long - every hair was already in place, clothes spotless and unwrinkled, even her lipstick remaining mostly unsmudged.

  She handed me a couple of wet wipes from her drawer, leaning down to smooth a tendril of hair from my forehead.

  “Meghan, a pleasure once again. I must leave but take your time. You know where the beverages are and there are other things you may need in the nearby compartments.”

  I nodded numbly as she swept by me, her scent of spiced cherries, cinnamon filling my senses. My aching muscles, sore from the massive orgasm she just gave, me clenched, pushed, wanting more...

  The door closed behind her. In the silence, reality roared in.

  What the hell had I done? What the hell did I do twice?

  I closed my eyes, banging my head against the wall. Lia was the subject of an ongoing investigation. They told me years of work were spent following the faint trails leading to a massive goods smuggling operation. A rare opening on this undercover team and a not-so-subtle prompting from my boss had led me to jump on the chance. I still can’t believe they chose me - I’d been passed over for these assignments so often that when the letter came I thought it a joke.

  Shit. I finally get out of doldrum lab work and only two days into the assignment I screw a prime subject. Twice.

  “Fuck. Jesus, Meghan. You’ve screwed, you have literally screwed up.”

  I don’t know how, wouldn’t have guessed it in a million years. Seduced by a woman? As far as I knew I was straight as a board. Okay, I’d had some idle thoughts, midnight fantasies, but otherwise years of dating a wide spectrum of men under my belt.

  But that woman…

  Not now. Sprawled on the floor half naked is not the best time to wonder how you got there. At least get dressed first.

  I pulled myself up, shaking my head at the state of my clothes. The pants were a tangled ball. The underwear… the underwear was not fit to put back on my body. My shoulders slumped. I could go commando and head back to the hotel room, somehow explain to my superior officer why the interview was still incomplete.

  My gaze traveled to the back room of Lia’s office. Rested on the sectioned compartments next to the small fridge. What other things did she think I needed from there?

  Hmm…

  The wood panel door in the alcove clicked open with a press of an indented pressure point. Two shallow drawers opened slightly, the third seeming deeper but locked. The first drawer held sealed toothbrushes, mints, mouthwash, wipes and other things of that nature.

  “Could’ve used some of these yesterday,” I muttered, flicking a couple of mints into my mouth.