WILD Security- The Complete Series Page 14

  Janet nodded and Fang shifted between her, hands resting lightly on her hips. He pushed slowly within her, and Janet felt the girth of him fill her body, overwhelm her senses with pleasure. She cried out, shuddering and grabbing onto the couch cushions, onto Fang himself as he thrusted within her.

  It was pleasure, it was bliss, and it was overwhelming. It was perfection and Janet could barely draw breath against the pleasure that burnt her body and flooded her senses. He felt incredible, his hands on her skin, the scent of him, the way that he touched her. It was too much for Janet to handle, but she was more than happy to keep trying.

  She moaned in pleasure as he moved against her, deeper and harder, leaving her shuddering and biting her lip as she gasped. She grabbed the couch hard in her fingertips, arching against him and trembling as the pleasure began to build within her.

  Fang was gasping and there was a gorgeous flush to his cheeks. He looked so incredible and Janet was in awe of him, of the softening of his hard features, the way that his eyes shone as he looked at her, the way that he softened, held her tight and kissed her skin.

  His lips were both rough and soft at the same time and they felt amazing against her. She gasped and felt the pleasure rising within her in strong, powerful waves. It was almost impossible to resist the pleasure that threatened to drown her, threatened to overwhelm her senses. She shuddered softly and gripped him tighter, harder and deeper. Janet bit her lip, and arched her body harder, deeper.

  He was speeding up. She felt him thrusting deeper within her, filling her, making her want to cry out again and again with the bliss that was rising up inside of her. It was perfect, it was just perfect.

  Everything was a blur. All of her worries had swam away under the flood of pleasure and emotion. She could no longer remember why she was worried about this trip, or the meeting, or anything at all. She wasn’t thinking about the many fears that had crowded her brain just moments before this had started. No, her mind had left her, leaving her only with pleasure and the overwhelming feeling of safety.

  It was in that moment that she realized that Fang would protect her. Or, rather, she felt it, felt the desire swimming around her, insistent and strong against her body, her senses. She needed him, and innately, she knew that he would keep her safe, keep her protected in his arms. Janet gasped blindly, letting the sensations fill her up to overflowing.

  The pleasure was getting closer and closer. Everything was happening faster and faster. His hands were on her skin. She was gasping and kissing him. He groaned in pleasure.

  The overwhelming bliss overcame her and her breathing came in quick, shallow gasps. She needed him now! Right now!

  Janet climaxed suddenly, hard and fierce. The cresting pleasure crashed down on her in waves, shuddering over her and drowning her with their weight and their might. It was everything that she could have dreamed of, everything and more.

  She was shuddering with pleasure, her body shivering and tensing and tightening around him. It felt good. It felt blissfully, overwhelmingly good. She could barely breathe, could barely take in a breath, and could barely think of anything but the overwhelming desire and bliss that was overcoming her. Ecstasy.

  Fang climaxed soon after her, holding her tight as he shuddered, murmuring her name and setting fire to her heart. So good. It was all so good, and it all felt so right, so right that Janet couldn’t dream of letting go. She gasped against his skin, rocking in pleasure as they entwined, naked in their bliss. Janet was flushed- she could feel the heat radiating from her skin, burning through her body. It felt incredible, felt amazing in a way she couldn’t begin to describe.

  Janet kissed him hard, flooding him with the press of her lips. He held her, and she breathed in his musk, the smoky sweet smell that seemed to linger on his skin. She could feel his heartbeat pounding against her.

  She took a deep breath, as the pleasure finally eased, leaving behind the certain bliss of the afterglow, the tender touches and quiet words that came after love making that was this passionate, this overwhelming.

  And yet, Fang didn’t say anything. Neither did Janet. This moment seemed to perfect for words, somehow. It seemed too sacred, too quiet and peaceful and blissful. There was something unspoken that had passed between them and Janet couldn’t even remember why she had been so furious with him in the first place.

  Now, there was nothing left but peace, nothing left but the lingering pleasure and that sweet, sweet feeling of safety. Here, in a strange country, where she was in danger, where she knew no one…she felt safe. She felt safe in his arms, safe in the way he held her, safe in the way his burning eyes had locked on hers, safe in every touch of his hands on her skin. She didn’t feel ashamed, she felt empowered.

  Janet took a deep, shaky breath and rested against him a little more. Fang shifted then, moving to rest back on the couch so that Janet could be on top of him, and he would take all of the weight, not her. He grabbed a throw and tossed it over her.

  Janet felt a sudden, fierce surge of warmth for him, warmth for his thoughtfulness. She glanced down and he was looking at her through half-lidded eyes, warm and quiet. There was a restfulness in him that she had not seen before. A big, dangerous cat who had stopped to lie in the sun. The thought was comforting to her.

  “Sleep.” His voice was soft, barely a murmur, “You have a big day tomorrow.”

  His words didn’t arise panic inside of her. Instead, they calmed her. She was ready, as ready as she could be. The best that she could do would be to get some sleep now, and feel ready in the morning.

  “I’ll wake you up in time.”

  Janet’s eyes were sliding shut now and somehow, she found it impossible to resist the lull of sleep, the glorious warmth, the comfort of another’s embrace, even if it was only for the night, only for now. It brought her comfort and Janet was not about to turn it down.

  She shut her eyes and drifted into sleep, her body tingling with pleasure, her mind finally at ease.

  Chapter 5

  When Janet woke, she was comforted by light streaming through the curtains. She felt the warmth on her skin and sighed in pleasure. She wasn’t sure why, but she had gotten a fantastic sleep that night. She felt comfortable and content.

  Keeping her eyes shut, Janet’s mind drifted to the night before, drifted to the feeling of Fang’s hands on her skin, the comfort of his embrace, the warmth as she had snuggled in and fallen asleep. Janet sighed in pleasure. Everything felt so perfect-

  The meeting! Janet didn’t feel Fang’s body against hers, and with the warm sunlight streaming in… Janet bolted upright, clutching the blanket to her body, hiding herself from view. She looked around frantically, trying to find a clock, find some way of telling the time and finding out how screwed she was.

  She didn’t see any, and she jumped up, fumbling for her clothes. She threw the dress back on and dropped the blanket. Fang had told her he would wake her up! So where was he? Janet felt panic grip her heart, the frantic rush of someone who was late and knew it.

  It wasn’t until she sped into the kitchen, that she found Fang and skid to a stop. He was dressed, in what looked to be a business shirt, all black, and buttoned up, with black slacks to match. He was standing at the counter and Janet realized that he was fixing two cups of coffee.

  As she skid into the kitchen, he turned his gaze on her, taking her in, a smirk playing on his lips, “Good morning.”

  He seemed too casual, so smug that Janet felt a twinge of annoyance, and relief. Maybe she hadn’t overslept, maybe he was keeping his word. Still, she had to be sure, “What time is it?”

  Fang chuckled, shaking his head, “You would think I would get a good morning, at least.” He lingered, his eyes roving over her body, before he finally answered, “It’s nine am, sweetheart, just about.” He turned back to the coffee, “The meeting doesn’t start until-”

  “Twelve…” Janet finished, feeling herself go red. She felt incredibly sheepish. Of course he
would have kept his promise. Not only did he seem like that kind of guy, but Janet assumed that he wasn’t in the mood to lose his job either. Of course he was making sure that she wouldn’t be late.

  “How do you like your coffee?” Fang was going on with the morning, like her questions had never even happened, and Janet decided that that was probably the best way to handle the whole situation.

  “Two sugars. Cream.” She managed a smile.

  He nodded, “Sure.” A moment later, he was pushing the coffee into her hands, “Have that and go get ready. I’ll sort breakfast out.”

  Janet was touched, “You cook?”

  Fang snorted, a sound borne of humor, his eyes sparkling with mirth, “Me? No, I tend to burn everything. I’ll get room service, though.”

  Janet laughed, a sound that broke any lingering tension in the room. She smiled at him as she took the coffee, “Thank you.” Janet realized, with a start, that she hadn’t laughed properly for a long, long while. Since her father had died, in fact.

  Janet must have been looking at Fang strangely, because he gave her a quizzical look, “What?”

  Janet shook her head, “Nothing.” She shrugged, “It’s just been a while since I’ve laughed, I guess.” With that, she turned, taking the coffee into the living room and grabbing her notes. She read through them while she sipped her coffee and she could hear Fang on the phone in another room.

  There was a clipped air to his voice and Janet could only assume that he was dealing with business, with the security for the day. She felt warmth spread through her. Despite his clipped voice and cool eyes, she now knew that there was more to him, more lurking beneath the surface, more than he let on.

  There was a fire in him, a softness to him and a passion unlike any that Janet had ever experienced, had ever tasted. He was intoxicating and Janet couldn’t help but think back on the night before, think of the way his hands had felt on her body, running over her skin. He was exceptional in bed, exceptional when he held her, touched her, kissed her skin…

  Janet shook her head and tried to dislodge those thoughts. She had a meeting to focus on today, after all. It was important that she made it through, that she focused on what was important and that she got there in the end. It was vital that she got through this meeting successfully.

  Janet finished her coffee, standing up and heading to her bedroom. She had her outfit chosen in advance for today and she took it out before heading to the bathroom. She opted for a shower today, sliding into the warmth and spending time washing her hair, combing out all of the tangles and smoothing it out. She also lingered over washing herself, making sure to remove any traces of the smell of their love making. She was sad to do this, but she couldn’t have anyone in the meeting questioning her, or her morals, especially if that could affect the company.

  Once she was clean and ready, she stepped out of the shower and wrapped her hair up. She dried off, and lotioned up her skin, leaving it soft. She towel dried her hair and then styled it into simple waves. She then tucked it back, putting it up in a business style. She stepped into her clothes, a respectable navy dress, fitted blazer, stockings and low, black heels. She put on light makeup and looked at herself in the mirror.

  She looked older, looked respectable, and looked like a young business woman. Now, she just had to walk the walk and prove to everyone, including herself, that she belonged here, that she was the right woman for the job.

  Because if she couldn’t, her father’s company would be on the line, and Janet could not allow that to happen.

  Chapter 6

  Janet stepped out to breakfast sitting on the table. Fang was ready, his own case sitting beside him. Janet smiled gratefully and sat down. She was relieved, relieved that he was here to help, that he was ready to go. She was also relieved for the company, although she didn’t know exactly how to admit that.

  Janet looked at the spread before her and picked at a few things that she thought would be easy on her stomach, already tense with nerves. Fang didn’t say anything for a long moment, but he seemed to be picking up on her nerves, because he smiled a little, “If it helps, you look the part.”

  Janet smiled gratefully, “Thank you.”

  She was relieved to hear that he agreed with her outfit choice. It was a silly thing- she didn’t need his approval, but he had been around enough people in meetings like this, that Janet couldn’t help but assume that he knew what he was talking about. Of course, she had agonized over this decision for days before leaving, so she had been fairly certain already. But it was nice to hear from an outside perspective.

  Janet settled back, drinking a cup of orange juice and nibbling at some of the pastries and fruit. Fang shifted, “When you’re finished with breakfast, grab your things. We’ll be leaving soon.”

  Janet nodded and he added, “You remember the procedure?”

  Janet nodded again, “I’ve got it.”

  “Good.” He looked satisfied, “I’ll be as close as I can, without actually being inside of the meeting, so don’t hesitate to let me know if something is happening.”

  His words reassured Janet and she thought on them as she grabbed her things, gathering them up and packing her bag. It was nice to have someone watching her back, even if he was paid to do so. She tried not to read too much into last night, but she hoped that he had her back because of that too, because of the emotion she had seen flickering in his eyes.

  Janet double checked that she had everything that she could think of, before letting Fang know. They locked the apartment and headed downstairs, to where the car was parked. This time, there were others there, dressed in black, caps on. They didn’t seem to be in uniform, but rather in civilian clothing. Janet assumed that this was just an added layer of security. They would blend into a crowd, but also hide in the shadows. It was a smart way to dress in this industry and Janet found that she was impressed by the thoughtfulness. She said as much and Fang smiled.

  She slid into the seat and he stepped into the driver’s seat, “Ready?” He glanced at her.

  Janet nodded, “Ready.”

  The ride to the meeting didn’t take long and Janet didn’t have much time to feel the nerves building in her stomach. She shifted in her seat and rehearse what she was going to say, getting it straight in her mind, preparing herself in any way she could.

  Fang didn’t say much either, focusing on the road ahead. She assumed he was fully in work mode and she was not about to interrupt that. It wasn’t until they approached an office block that Janet felt her stomach tighten. Fang turned to her then with a smile, “All you, now.”

  Janet nodded. They got out of the car, Janet flanked by people. Fang then walked beside her until they were inside, where the rest of the guards disappeared, leaving only Fang beside her, “This way.”

  Janet approached the reception, trying to walk with an air of authority. Fang introduced her, and she nodded, trying, in her own way, to look the part of a wealthy CEO, instead of a recent business graduate who was very much out of her depth.

  The receptionist ushered them inside right away and they were set to wait in a lovely lounge, complete with leather chairs and drinks.

  Fang smirked and looked around, nodding, although Janet could still see the guarded nature of his eyes, the way he inspected everything, making sure that she was safe. She felt the rush of gratitude again and she was about to tell him as much, before she was interrupted.

  “Miss Delphare?” A voice chimed from the doorway. Janet turned her head, standing in way of greeting, “Yes?”

  “The board will see you now. Right this way.” He gestured for Janet to follow. Fang nodded in encouragement. She knew he would be there if anything went wrong in regards to her safety. But now, this bit, it was all on her. She had to make sure she didn’t put a toe out of line. Taking a deep breath, Janet followed him down a long corridor, to a pair of wide doors.

  “Through here.”

  Janet grabbed the handles,
steadying herself. With a great heave of courage, Janet pushed the door and marched straight into the meeting room.

  She was met with the stares of several, older men, all about her father’s age, when he had died, or a little older. She felt her breathing catch, feeling terribly out of her depths, but she kept her face smooth.

  “Ah, Miss Delphare, thank you for joining us.” One man stood and smiled, “Please, have a seat.”

  “Thank you.” Janet slid into the only available seat, sitting with her back straight as she took the scene before her in.

  “I’m Mr. Bairn, CEO. On behalf of the company, I would like to offer our condolence for your loss.” There was no sincere pain in his voice, but there was a certain regret in the man’s eyes as he spoke. Janet nodded, “Thank you, Mr. Bairn.”

  And as Janet stared into the gaping hole of the unknown, she felt a surge of power. She could do this. For her sake and the sake of her father, she would succeed.

  Chapter 7

  “Now, Miss Delphare, does that sound fair to you?”

  Janet considered for a long moment. They had been back and forth all meeting. This was the deal that her father had supposedly closed already, and Janet had all the paperwork from that. He had, unfortunately, passed away before anything was signed.

  The company had wanted to re-negotiate and Janet immediately saw why. They were expecting her, as a young woman, to be a lot easier to push into a better deal. They had hoped, or so she assumed, to make more of a profit. Janet, however, was not in the mood to be a pushover. She had read the minutes of the last meeting and she knew what they had promised her father, what they had agreed to.

  She was not happy to settle for anything less, comparatively. Sure, the price of the company’s stocks had dropped, so she had to act accordingly, and adjust the price for that, but she had a clear and accurate picture of what that was, and she wouldn’t settle for less.