Sorry it's been sooooo long. I lost my inspiration for a bit. But it's back!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters!
Warning: SMUT ahead.
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I was being shaken. I was awake and on a plane – not in Ranger's apartment any longer. Shit. Now I was awake and aroused.
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CHAPTER 8
We landed in Miami and pulled up to a private hanger. Ranger had me change into some "fancy" clothes before we debarked the plane. I was clad in a black pencil skirt, crisp white button down unbuttoned almost to my bra, sliver bead jewelry, Chanel sunglasses and bag. With the aid of my Victoria Secret push-up bra and a great pair of FMPs, I almost looked the part of a trophy wife. Ranger wore an expensive black suit and tie with Italian leather shoes. Damn. I needed to spend some time with him in bed.
A limo picked us up and took us to the Neptune Hotel. It was a tall sandy white tower. The lobby gleamed of marble. The staff dressed in crisp black shirts with silver name badges identifying them as employees. We were checked in swiftly under our aliases. Ranger and I went to check out our third floor suit. In addition to a living area we had two bedrooms each with its own luxury bath.
The bellman placed our bags in the living quarters and Ranger tipped him. Now I was alone with Ranger in a beautiful suit and he was looking damn sexy in that suit. He caught my eye and walked toward me pulling me into an embrace. He stroked the back of head with his hand and whispered, "Babe, we're alone." Then he kissed me gently and then harder. He bit into my lower lip and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I reached my arms around his neck and fisted my hands into his hair.
His hand cupped my breast through my shirt; his other hand on my lower back holding me close to him. He nibbled his way down my neck and chest unbuttoning my shirt as he went. He reached into my bra pushing the cup away from my right breast and claimed it with his mouth. He teased it with his tongue and teeth then went to claim the other nipple. He'd removed my shirt and bra and I'd never noticed.
He pushed me onto the couch and assaulted my neck with his teeth. God, there's going to be marks there in the morning. Damn. His mouth trailed down to my shoulder to my arm and he licked my palm and then kissed it. I reached out and unbuttoned his shirt.
He laughed, "You can't wait. Can you?"
"Well, I guess not."
He laughed and pulled my skirt off before relieving himself of his pants. Yep, no underwear. He leaned me over the edge of the arm of the sofa and spooned my body. He attacked my breasts once more with his hand while his other paid attention to some more private matters. Oh, God, he found the right spot and I gasped. I shuddered against him and he entered me. With swift eager strokes, we made love. Not the sweet sensitive kind, but the urgent anxiety ridden I-must-have-you-now-or-die kind.
Afterwards we spooned naked on the couch loving the company of one another. I tried to ignore the fact that we had business to do in a short amount of time. It wasn't business I was eager to attend to. I sighed and Ranger asked me what was wrong.
"It's just, um, I don't want this to end. I don't want to get up and go seduce a man tonight. Um, well another man." I smiled.
"It'll be ok Babe. Rest for awhile. Don't think about it." Ranger kissed my neck and pulled me closer. And I fell asleep.
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Some time later, Ranger awoke me with a kiss. "Babe, you need to get up."
I went to the bedroom and dressed in my sophisticated slut wear. Yum, I had my choice of shoes: Jimmy Choo, Manolo Blahnik, Christian Louboutin. Damn. I love Ella. She's the best. I settled on a D&G corset dress and a pair of Jimmy Choo red FMPs. I painted my lips cherry red. I looked pretty fucking fabulous, if I did say so myself.
I opened the door between the bedroom and the living room. Ranger looked up from a stack of papers, "Fuck, Babe." I smiled and blushed. "Are you sure you want to seduce another man tonight?" He asked, eyebrows raised. I laughed and grabbed my purse off the coffee table. "Let's go," I said.
"Hold up. You think I'm letting you go without GPS and a wire." Ranger wired me but unlike the last time he did so, this time involved a fair amount of, er, groping. Just as he finished and I'd righted myself, someone knocked on the door. The Merry Men had arrived with uncanny timing. Tank and Bobby grinned at me in my slut wear. I swear Bobby blushed.
The four of us walked to the elevator and Ranger gave me a few reminders. "Remember your Abby Isaac. Disgruntled trophy wife. You won't see us, but we'll be there. Just get him outside the hotel. I want him off the hotel's security radar."
I exited the elevator and strode confidently to the hotel bar, the Atlantis. I sat down at the bar and ordered a cosmopolitan. I was only there ten minutes before Anthony Jax arrived. He was tall, probably about 6'2" with blond hair and sea green eyes. He had a strong masculine jaw and an ever so slight dimple in his chin. He looked god-like. If I had been him I would have named my hotel after the sea god too.
I tried to ignore him like a good trophy wife. He spotted me right away. After all, I was the one with breasts on display. Tonight I was letting the peaches out of the can. Thanks to this corset dress, I looked like I had more than my 36B.
He walked right up and sat down next to me.
"I might have been saving that seat," I said dourly.
He laughed confidently. "I own the seat."
"Well then." I tried to look impressed because I could tell that was the reaction he wanted. The bartender handed him a glass of something, looked like scotch, on the rocks.
"I'm Anthony Jax." He extended his hand.
I shook it. "Abby Isaac."
He downed his drink and the bartender handed him another. I don't mind it when my targets drink a lot; sometimes it makes things easier.
"Your hotel is fantastic." I flattered him. "The views are wonderful." I gestured toward one of the bar's panoramic windows. I took my drink and sauntered over to the window in the hopes he'd follow. I made sure to give my walk a little extra come-hither.
I starred out the window. It was a fantastic view. If I considered myself available and Anthony Jax wasn't a crazy rapist...
Wait. Shit. I'd just considered myself unavailable. I'd have to deal with this at another time. Right now I had an accused rapist coming up behind me and slipping his arm around my waist.
Anthony began to point out interesting sights. Thank God, this was chance to get him outside. I turned to face him and took his hand, "Anthony, would you like to take a walk with me on the beach?" I smiled and tried to flutter my eyelashes seductively.
"I have a better idea," Anthony said and he led me out of the bar and down a hallway.
"Where are we going?" I asked. From what I'd knew of the hotel layout, we weren't exactly headed outside. I tried not to look nervous or scared. Where was this psycho taking me?
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