Cheat (Karma Inc. Book 1) by Gillian Zane Page B

pace slowed, he focused on me, on charm, on wooing me. I smiled, pleased, against his lips.
    I willed him to forget that his girlfriend and sister were coming here, to lose himself in me. It was all about me.
    “Cassidy,” he moaned my name. His kiss became lazy. His hands stopped pawing at me and began to caress. His movements became lethargic and drenched in seduction. Much better.
    I kissed him back and he groaned against my mouth. He tasted like chocolate and peppermint. It was intoxicating. He really did know how to kiss, once he focused on it. It was all that practice.
    His hands found skin trailing up my thighs and pulling my short dress up. He was kissing his way down my face, over my cheek and onto my neck. Sucking along my neck, his hands pulled the loose material of my dress up so he could cup my breasts. He squeezed them through the thin material of my bra and I moaned, letting my head fall back to give him more access.
    “Cassidy, I’ve been fantasizing about fucking you on this bar since you first got hired,” he said against my neck.
    Me and every other girl in the bar. But, I didn’t say that out loud. That would ruin the moment and I had another ten minutes to kill. Ten minutes before everyone showed and this party got started. I didn’t want to take it as far as getting plowed on the bar, but the point was to make it look real.
    He got impatient and tugged my dress up, exposing my flesh to the cold air-conditioned air of the bar. I had worn a lacy matching underwear set for maximum temptation value and he groaned in appreciation.
    “You have the best set of tits I’ve laid eyes on.” He leaned over me, tugging the material of my bra to the side and captured a nipple in his mouth. It sent warm zings down my body and my back arched thrusting my tits up for him to play with. The guy might be a total douche, but he did know how to turn a girl on. It had been a long time since I had felt anything. No cold chilled me. No warmth heated me. My emotions had even been muted, not getting that angry, or that mad. But right now, I was turned on. I felt every part of my body and it was on fire. Every touch, every caress ignited something deep inside me. I was thrumming with the attention. Squirming with want and need. I hadn’t intended this, but it was consuming me, the want. I was all worked up and on the verge of giving in.
    “Get on the bar,” he said, his intention clear. I hesitated for a moment, only a second, and then he bit down on my nipple.
    “Ow!” I yelled. But, oh damn, it felt good.
    “Come on, I want your ass on the bar. I need to taste you,” he all but growled. I scrambled back and pushed my body up and onto the bar. I pulled my dress up, so I wasn’t sitting on it, exposing the tiny scrap of lace that was the only thing hiding my sex from his hungry eyes. I spread my legs, welcoming his attention and he stared down at me with raw hunger on his face. His hands slid over my legs, over my knees and onto my thighs, pushing them further apart.
    “You planned on fucking me tonight, didn’t you? Did you wear this for me, Cassidy?”
    “Maybe,” I said slyly as his hand slid down my thigh and I shivered. He pushed my legs open even farther and bent over me. I could feel his hot breath through the thin material of my underwear. His fingers pushed the fabric aside and he licked, making me cry out in hunger. I wanted this. I wanted his mouth on me. I wanted him to stop playing around and lick me. Make me come.
    “Shit, Bishop,” I cried out as the door swung open and the scene I had set up unfolded perfectly. But way too soon. I had been so close to getting off.

Chapter 17
Face First
    I ’d like to go into detail on this particular scene. This was, of course, the crowning achievement of my budding Karma operative career. My first case had come to fruition. And quite well, if I had to say so myself. Even if I hadn’t gotten that orgasm. And this moment, this particular frame in time, would