My Life for Yours (2 page)

“Fuck me.” I mumble to myself.

Two warm hands encircle my waist.

I look up to see the wall I ran into is, in actual fact, a man.

Smokey grey eyes.

Short jet black hair, just a little longer than a buzz cut.
 

Perfect square jawline.

Beautiful sculptured nose.

Kissable well defined luscious lips.

His business shirt clinging to him and illustrating his taut muscles.

Arms that are thick and curvaceous.

Legs that are strong and athletic.

My eyes travel all the way down his body and then all the way back up. I’m sizing up my very deserving and worthy opponent as a moan escapes past my lips. I haven’t even realised that I’m back on my feet, because my eyes can’t be torn away from the angel like man standing before me. His shirt clings to his chest and all I want to do is lick him from his neck to his navel,
and beyond
. My body clenches and I can feel my heart rate increasing. His warm hands still on my waist as I lean in with my eyes closed to familiarise myself with his strong cedar scent.

“Miss DeLuca.” The man speaks and I open my eyes out of the lustful haze that has clouded my mind. He lets me go and steps back, and at the very moment as my heart’s thrumming like a hummingbirds and wetness is pooling in my panties, I realise exactly who he is.

Jeremy fucking Miller.

Or should I say, Senator Jeremy Miller.

Chapter 3

How can one man look so perfect and be so gorgeous yet be a pain in my fucking arse. Jeremy Miller’s a Senator. But not just any Senator, a Senator who can’t be bought off and has made it his mission to stamp out organised crime. So in other words, he wants to put me behind bars. Like that’s gonna fucking happen.

“Miss DeLuca, what a pleasant surprise.” Is he patronising me? Jeremy seems a little flushed in the cheeks. “I should introduce myself, well I know exactly who you are so no need to tell me. I’m…”

“I know exactly who you are, Mr Miller.” I say through a clenched jaw.

“Of course you do, Miss DeLuca.” He emphasises Miss and his raw tone sends chills all the way down to the region I want him swirling his tongue in. He extends his hand and a smirk appears on his face. Of course I take it in mine and the warmth he holds passes through to me. He rubs his thumb gently on the back of my hand and my heart jumps again.

“First time dining in my restaurant?”

“Moonrise is yours?” He asks surprised.

“Well of course, I don’t know what lies you’ve heard about me but I, Mr Miller, am nothing more than an entrepreneur.”

“Who requires security everywhere she goes?”

“You can never be too careful; there are all sorts of unsavoury people out there.” Most of them are in my employment but I don’t think that The Senator needs to be aware of that.

“I know exactly who you are, Miss DeLuca.” He shakes his head “Why don’t you join me for a drink?”

I realise that our hands are still entwined and we’re only a foot away from each other. I can see his chest rising and falling quickly, his eyes are now a molten grey and as I hungrily scan over his body I see his very visible reaction to me.

“Do you really think that’s an appropriate idea?” My eyes find his and see desire screaming at me in perfect silence.

He hasn’t released my hand at all; he steps closer and brings his other hand up to rest on my arse, he leans in very close to me and I feel him take my ear lobe in his mouth. The wetness of his tongue flicking me stirs an appetite I didn’t realise I was so strongly harbouring.
 

“I don’t care what you do or who you are. I want my tongue lapping up your glistening soaking pussy and I want you on your knees fucking me with your mouth, but not before I bend you over and drive my cock hard into you making you scream my name.”
Holy shit. How hot is it in here?
“But, how about that drink first?” He releases my hand and walks away leaving me standing near the entrance to my restaurant in an absolute wet mess. I don’t need another invitation extended to me; I turn to search for the very delicious Jeremy Miller and hopefully my bed partner for tonight.

It doesn’t take me long to find him sitting in the same seat I was sitting in earlier with what’s his name, the eye doctor.

I take my seat opposite him and lean back into my chair. Lucy’s back and double takes at me. She doesn’t miss a beat with her words. “A bottle of champagne, Mam?”

“No, I think I’ll have a scotch, Lucy and please bring, Mr Miller what he
desires
.
” Huskily I emphasise the last word as I watch his face, noticing his expression change into pure sex.

“Sir?” Lucy prompts totally ignoring my sex filled voice.

“I’ll have a scotch on the rocks.”

“Yes, Sir.” Lucy leaves us.

“I want to fuck you.” Jeremy wastes no time telling me what he desires.

“The feeling is most definitely mutual.”

He leans over and takes my hand in his. “Tonight I want to take you.”

“Take me where?” I coyly ask him.

“Everywhere I can.” He screams sex with his short hair, liquid grey eyes and strong jaw.

“Then what the fuck are we doing sitting here?”

He closes his eyes and groans. “I was going to have dinner and a drink, but to hell with that, I’ll just skip to dessert, let’s go, Darling.” If he can fuck half as well as he speaks, I’ll be coming before we even get back to the house.

Lucy arrives with our drinks just as we stand up to go. She looks back and forth between us as we stand beside the table. We both guzzle our drinks so quickly that they don’t even hit the side of our throats. The burn going down increases my already heightened sense of Jeremy standing next to me. He moves closer to me and presses his front into my back, the heat radiating through him is scorching and soon I’ll be melting if he doesn’t touch my bared body. My eyes close on their own and I lean back into him, grinding my arse into his very hard cock. His hand snakes around my waist and he pulls me closer to him. I feel the vibration of a rumble leave his chest and a hussy moan leaves me.

I can imagine that the other patrons are very jealous of this sensual display of affection, and I really don’t give a fuck if they are or aren’t watching.
 

My nipples stand to attention waiting for their commanding officer to take control of them; my thong’s damp and I think I can actually feel my clit pulsating and missing the touch of a tongue or a finger. My body’s taken control over my senses and turns around to face Jeremy. His cock’s definitely ready to be ridden, his own breath’s matching the rapid but shallow pace of my own. I swallow hard as I look up into his liquid lava filled eyes, my lips part and my tongue peeps out with a small devilish smile displayed. I run my tongue along my lips as I watch Jeremy’s eyes focus on my mouth.

“Let’s go, Darling.” He grabs my hand and is almost dragging me behind him as my legs take longer strides to keep up with his. When we’re outside I notice Marko has the limousine ready for us.

“Miss DeLuca?” Marko looks between Jeremy and myself.

“Is there an issue, Marko? Because I’d suggest that you get in and drive until I tell you to stop.”

“Mam.” Marko’s eyes drop to the ground and he knows not to say another fucking word.

I get in the car and Jeremy follows immediately. Putting the privacy screen up, Jeremy starts attacking my mouth. We’re in transit and I’m unsure of where Marko’s taking us but I don’t give a shit either. I push Jeremy back in the seat and lift my skirt so that it’s bunched up around my waist. Bringing my leg over his I’m now straddling him. I start unbuttoning his shirt with a sense of urgency.

Opening his shirt totally exposing his chest, I look at the package beneath the shirt and see he’s sporting a tiny metal bar through his right nipple. A tattoo of a dagger that starts at the top of his ribs and travels three inches down his side. Wrapped around the tattoo is a red rose and the handle of the dagger’s made out of a brilliant blue gem, possibly topaz. Tracing my finger from tip of the tattoo, Jeremy leans his head back on the seat and closes his eyes. Bringing my mouth down I suck on his metal bar and flick it with my tongue.
 

“Fuck.” Jeremy’s chest is rising and falling so quickly and I feel his hard on pressing into my scantily covered slit. Rubbing into the bulge of his pants, I’m trying to find relief for myself by rocking back and forth on him.

“Have you got a condom?” I ask between flicks of the metal bar with my tongue.

Jeremy pulls his wallet out of his back pocket while holding onto me with the other arm as I continue to rock and move.
 

“God you’re beautiful, I really want to see you come riding me,” he huffs.

He unbuttons my blouse and pushes my bra down exposing my breasts, his face clouds over and he grits his teeth together as his hands go directly to my breasts. “Fuck they’re just perfect.” He dips his head down and nips and tugs on my nipple, causing it instantly to pebble and making me moan out loud. I arch my back and push myself further into his mouth and harder down on his very stiff but still concealed cock.

“Wait.” Jeremy lifts me enough to unzip his pants and I take out his hard cock that’s already started gathering moisture on the tip. I want to run my tongue around the head and taste him but I also want to satisfy myself first. Ripping the foil packet he rolls the condom on quickly and I’m ready to ride him hard.
 

“These have to go,” Jeremy whispers as tugs at the thong I’m wearing, ripping them off my body. I balance over him and sink down on his stiff cock. He fills my slit perfectly and I’m in a position to control how fast this is going to go.

“Kiss me,” Jeremy pants.
 

“No.” Steadying myself by pushing up on the roof I determine the pace and what I want to do with this man.
 

“Frankie, the way you move your hips is sending me fucking crazy, don’t speed up or I’ll come.”

Jeremy’s head has collapsed back, his eyes closed and a reserved groaning is escaping from him. My own eyes are opened and I watch as Jeremy feels his way from my hips to my clit. He starts rubbing with his thumb as I begin to rock faster. I lift a little and slam back down while I keep my rocking assault going. My own arousal dripping so I can see it all over Jeremy’s cock and thighs.
 

“Shit,” he screams out. He grips both my hips and thrusts up, the veins in his forehead protrude and he comes, leaving me,
dissatisfied
.

“What the fuck was that, Jeremy? You fucking came and I’m sitting on a limp dick.”

“I’m so sorry, I couldn’t help it. The way you were moaning and moving, I just… I’m so sorry.” He looks so concerned, and so he should be.

I get off Jeremy and sit back in my seat pushing my skirt back down as Jeremy does whatever the fuck he does. I’m seething because I can’t believe he came before me.

“Marko?” I say as I push the button connecting us.

“Miss DeLuca.”
 

“Pull over now.”

“Yes, Mam.”

The limousine makes an abrupt stop; I turn to Jeremy who’s horrified.

“Get out.” I growl at him.

“What? Can’t you at least take me back to the restaurant?”

“Does it look like I’m taking you anywhere after that fucked up performance?”

“I’m……….”

“Get out.” I look away showing complete disinterest in him. I hear Jeremy slide across the seat and then I hear the door close.
 

He might look like a damn sex god, but he’s a fucking dud.

“Home, Marko.” I say once I’ve put the privacy screen down.

Chapter 4

Arriving back home G’s waiting for me outside. He opens my door and like the true gentleman he is, he gives me his hand to assist me out.

“So, The Senator hey?” He lets out an evil mocking laugh.

“How…… the damn camera’s, I forgot to turn them off.” All our vehicles have had inconspicuous cameras installed in case anything ever happened.

“Don’t worry, Bruno called me when he saw the start and I had them all leave the room. Except Damien, now we need to find another member of security.” he chuckles.

“What was Damien doing?”

“Let’s just say he was ‘enjoying’ your performance. By the time I got there, everyone had left except Damien; he didn’t even hear me come in. You know, Frankie, getting blood off the screens is a little difficult.” I snicker at his casual remark. “So you know we have history with The Senator.”

G and I are now in the kitchen while the chef’s preparing us a late night snack. Once the chef’s prepared a light meal he leaves us and it’s just G and myself.

“History? What sort of history do we have?”

“John had his father taken out.”

“That was us? Dad never told me,” I start pushing the food around on the plate and I’m a little confused as to why we would’ve taken his father, Congressmen Bradley Miller out. “Tell me about it G.”

“The Congressman was as crooked as they come. He was on your father’s payroll, until he became greedy. He threatened John with everything from jail to exposure. He wanted more money, much more than what he was worth to us. So, John had him taken care of.”

“But he was shot.”

“Like I said, your father had him taken care of.”

I try to remember back to when the Congressmen’s death made national news. He was in Ottawa for something and was taken out, they never found the shooter.

“Ottawa.” I say out loud and G smiles and nods.

“I gotta tell you Frankie. If we ever need her again, she’s the one to go to.”

“What the fuck are you talking about now, G?” I’m totally perplexed by G’s cryptic clues.
 

“The assassin that John hired. Damn she’s good. She’s got a strange name she goes by, Fifteen, but fuck me, she took him out over a mile out from where he was. His head literally exploded. We’ve never had a problem with any of the Millers since. Until now.”

My head snaps up and I look at G.

“Until now? As in Jeremy who I just screwed?”

“No as in Jeremy’s mother. She’s found something on us that Bradley had, and now she’s causing some waves.”