Chapter 2
two
There were plenty of times I’d stepped in shit in my life and it didn’t bother me. Neither did playing with fire, which was exactly what I was doing by kissing Ricardo Davis’s wife. But I did it anyway. And the second my lips landed on hers, I knew I wasn’t going to regret it. She had a full mouth, ripe and plump and juicy, and it felt natural, not like injections. Just soft, pouty, delicious lips that gave way for mine as I teased and tasted.
Her skin was equally as soft and I stroked her thigh, and buried my other hand in her hair. She smelled like she was fresh from a shower, and the damp underside of her hair gave credence to that. I knew under that robe she couldn’t be wearing much and it would be all bronze skin and a pink, damp pussy. I hadn’t expected to be this turned on by Eva. My original feelings were sympathy for the woman stuck with a dickhead like Ricardo while she languished sexually.
Yet, even after just a few minutes talking to her, that had shifted, and I realized I had labeled her as a dumb blonde but sweet as hell, and clearly there were more layers to her. I hadn’t expected her to be a reader, or quick to catch on to my stupid joke. It made her even sexier, and I took her mouth with more passion than I’d felt in fucking forever. When I let her draw in some air, she had a sound in the back of her throat, and her breasts arched toward me. I kissed her again, not wanting her to stop and think. I teased my tongue into her mouth, drawing it across hers, feeling my control slip just a little.
This time when I pulled back, I reached around her chair and dropped it to a completely vertical position. She gave a startled cry as she went down flat on her back, her robe slipping and revealing the expanse of her thigh and a brief flash of her naked sex before she quickly shifted the fabric over herself again. The little glimpse of what she had to offer made me hard. But this wasn’t about me. This was about her pleasure. Her potential.
Glancing back, I checked on the dog. She was sleeping by my feet. Then I looked up at the camera I knew was on the corner of the pool house. I gave a grin and a nod. I was going to get fired. There was no doubt about that. But I didn’t give a shit. Ricardo had gotten me shot and been a total prick about it. Sometimes you had to take a stand. You had to say that wealth and birthright didn’t give you the right to do whatever to the hired help, or cheat with wild abandon on your wife. There were checks and balances and this was one, right now. Me, doing what he could never do—make his wife come.
She looked nervous so I kissed her before she went into full blown panic. She relaxed again and I found her breast through her robe, squeezing gently. As natural as her lips. God, she was sexy. She tasted like toothpaste and something sweet underneath. Honey. Like she’d had sweet tea with a squeeze of honey. I eased inside the fabric and found her nipple, already taut. When I gave it a tug she made that sound in the back of her throat that told me a woman felt it deep down, in her core, and that she wanted cock. My cock.
That wasn’t going to happen though. I wasn’t taking it that far. Just far enough. The fervor of a mission fell over me, driving me to shut down my own need, my own unexpected desire, and focus on her, on teasing her nipple, tangling my tongue with hers. When I shifted my hand, running my palm over the flat plane of her belly, she made a small sound of protest. But when I got between her thighs and discovered how wet she was, I was the one who swore. After playing with her clit, and sinking a finger into her dampness, I decided it wasn’t enough. I had to taste her.
When I dropped my mouth down onto her pussy, she said, “I don’t think…”
But then I was licking her and her protest dissolved into a groan.
Damn, she tasted sweet and tangy and altogether delicious. Her skin smelled clean and floral, and her body tasted like the honey on her lips. I could see how she had gotten a guy to drop down on one knee to propose. I wanted to promise her all sorts of shit, too, just from the way she moved her body in rhythm with mine, and the tentative grip of her fingers on my shoulders, wrinkling my suit jacket. But I didn’t do forever.
The thought made me smile grimly from the depths of her thighs.
Darkness started to crowd out my enjoyment, the way it always did when I thought about a future and a family and how that was never going to be for me. So I shoved it aside and focused, plunging my tongue inside Eva’s hot body. I reached up and squeezed her nipple at the same time. Her legs were already starting to move restlessly and her soft moans grew louder before a glance up showed her biting her lip to hold her pleasure at bay.
I moved my other hand up so I had both her breasts in my grip and swept my touch over her clitoris. Bam. There it was. She came hard, back arching, a cry flying out of her mouth, and I stayed with it, holding her down. Fuck Ricardo. That had been easy. I felt a surge of triumph, but when I shifted back and saw the na?ve astonishment on her face, an emotion I didn’t recognize kicked me in the gut.
Shit. Did I want to like her? Was that what this was?
Time to disengage.
“I like the way you kiss,” she said, breathless.
And I wanted her all over again.
Never in my life had I just blithely let a total stranger go down on me, but it seemed like I’d chosen the right time to let it happen, because holy shit, what the goddamned hell? That was amazing. Like a fever dream of a sexual encounter, it was heightened and magical and intensely real, yet how could it be real? It was crazy and I fell onto my back after lifting my head briefly to give him the praise he deserved. Even though I felt like Eve in the garden of Eden, wantonly prancing nude with my apple, I still had enough of a sense to flip my robe back over my heated skin. My sister was going to die when I told her that her bodyguard was an oral sex savant.
“I like the way you come,” he said, his voice raw and satisfied.
I waited for the rustle of clothes, for his strong hands to tear back from robe, and his cock to nudge at me. He’d have a condom. Men like him always had condoms. I was totally going to have sex with him because if he could do that with his tongue, I couldn’t even imagine what he could do with an erection. But I waited and nothing happened. Rolling onto my side so I could see him, I realized he was just sitting there watching me, rubbing my moisture off of his lips. A blush stole over me.
“Thanks, I think,” I murmured. Oh, God, was this going to get awkward? Then I mentally kicked myself. Of course it was going to get awkward. I had let him get me off after three minutes of conversation. Like what exactly were we doing? There was nowhere to go from here but awkward. I refused to let that happen if there was any way to avoid it, and to me, it seemed obvious that we needed to finish what he had started. “I hope there is a part two to this.”
He gave me a very devilish smile. “Not tonight. My shift is over in five minutes. I’m still on Ricardo’s clock.”
Something about his tone made me uneasy. He sounded smug. I sat up and reached around and forced the chaise back into an upright position. “So you just got paid to get me off?” That had never even entered my mind. But then again, nothing had entered my mind. I’d gone from a casual greeting to a kiss to him between my thighs in record time.
His expression didn’t reassure me in any way. He just shrugged. “That wasn’t my intention, but now that I think about it, it serves your husband right.”
Husband .
Wester was already reaching for me, to kiss me most likely, but as his words sunk in, I flattened myself against the chair, avoiding his touch. “ What ?” I demanded. He thought I was Eva. He fucking thought I was my twin sister.
“Any man who can’t give his wife an orgasm deserves to have to pay for her pleasure.”
A sick pit formed in my gut and for a split second I swore my vision blurred, turning his beautiful face into a muddled mask. “So this was to get back at Ricardo?” I crossed my ankles, feeling very naked. “Does he treat you like a lackey or something, because I don’t doubt that. But don’t drag me into it.”
My voice rose louder than I intended.
“Hey, it’s all good,” he said, dropping his hands onto my forearms. “You said you were interested, remember? No reason to get upset now. We’re just… having fun.”
There was no way my sister had said she was interested in having a fling with Wester. She was loyal to the end and she loved Ricardo, even if he was an idiot. Eva wasn’t a cheater. She had probably been attempting to plant a seed of interest in Wester for me, and he had misunderstood. Subterfuge was not Eva’s strong suit. “No, you’re clearly looking to stick it to Ricardo, which is something totally different.”
That pissed me off. Misunderstanding about my identity aside, I didn’t even think he was genuinely interested in my sister. I’d just been given a revenge orgasm.
“I’m looking to stick it to you,” he said, eyes darkening. “You’re the one who told me you haven’t had an orgasm. I felt bad for you, so I gave you one.”
I gasped. Because that somehow made it better? “You’re an asshole.” Swinging my legs over the opposite side from where he was sitting, I stood up and made sure my robe was tight and secure. “No one wants a pity orgasm.”
He had the nerve to look irritated. “I don’t get you. You’re like two different people. I never expected you to get pissed.”
That did it. My eyes rolled so far back in my head it was a wonder I didn’t fall backward into the pool. “Because I’m not Eva, dumb ass. I’m her twin sister. I thought you knew that or I never would have…” I gestured wildly to his mouth area and then below my waist.
His jaw dropped. “Her twin sister?”
“Yes! I’m here for a week. We’re physically identical but totally different personalities. You couldn’t pay me to be married to Ricardo.”
His eyes narrowed. “Unlike your sister, you mean?”
Now he was just being insulting. “Just stay the hell away from my sister! Eva is not going to shag her bodyguard. She loves her husband.”
The bastard didn’t even look contrite. He shrugged again, and then he stood up, peeling himself off that chaise like he owned this island. “My mistake. My intentions were good.”
“Your intentions were gross.” I was so pissed off, I was trembling. Embarrassing as it was, I couldn’t be too mad about the identity confusion. Eva and I were identical twins and I had never met Wester before. I hadn’t introduced myself or said anything that would clue him in I wasn’t my sister. That was on me that I had let him touch me before I established what the actual fuck was even happening. But he had planned to use sweet, unsuspecting Eva and that made my blood boil. I would be damned if he did anything to jeopardize her relationship with her husband. “You’re lucky Ricardo doesn’t know about this.”
Far from being scared, he just snorted and pointed to the pool house. “There’s a camera right there, you know. By now, I’m sure he’s seen everything. If he isn’t too busy cheating on your sister.”
I felt the blood drain from my face as I followed the trajectory of his finger. Oh. My. God. My brother-in-law’s security staff had probably just witnessed me getting eaten out and this motherfucking asshole had known the whole time. “You suck,” I said, because I couldn’t think of anything else to say. I started to blindly walk away, not sure where I was going.
He grabbed my arm. “Hey. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
I shook off his touch. “Leave me alone.” I started to head towards the house, but he blocked my way. “Move.”
He didn’t. He was a wall of firm muscle, determination, and those irritatingly sexy eyes. I decided I hated him.
“We need to talk.”
“No, we don’t. I never want to talk to you ever again. I never want to anything with you ever again. I never want to see you, hear you, or know that you exist.” Maybe that was slightly dramatic, but not really. This was more embarrassing than that time in the seventh grade when I’d started my period while wearing white pants and didn’t know it for three hours until finally a teacher had informed me. I’d been “Red” for the rest of the school year. Yet this? This was worse.
When I tried to dart past him, he blocked me again. “What’s your name?”
“My name is No.” If he didn’t let me back in the house, I was going to start crying. Those angry tears that always snuck up on me and made me feel even worse. Why couldn’t he be a gentleman and just let me leave?
Because gentleman don’t hit on married women to get back at their boss.
“Stop. Come on. Let me apologize.” His hand slid into the back of my hair and stroked the base of my neck.
He was going to kiss me and he believed that would make everything just fine. And for a split second, I actually wanted him to kiss me, which was horrifying and confusing as hell. I whirled around and bolted for the pool house. I opened the door, slammed it shut behind me, and locked it. I just needed a minute to think away from him. Wester knocked hard on the door and Mariposa gave a bark of protest at the noise.
“Let me in. I’m sorry. This is all a misunderstanding.”
Whatever. I made my way across the room, which was decorated in stark white and lime green. I flicked on the light so I wouldn’t trip, and I bee-lined right for the bathroom. Wester would be able to see through the huge glass windows exactly what I was doing, so maybe he would get bored and retreat and I could make my escape back to the house. I slammed the bathroom door shut and locked it as well, though I didn’t think he could follow me.
I decided to take a shower to scrub off his touch. I was still wet from his ministrations and that was just something I wanted to forget. But as I stood under the hot stream of water and lathered every inch of me in scented body gel, I couldn’t help but remember exactly how freeing and amazing he had made me feel. Two minutes, tops, he’d had me crying out in complete abandoned pleasure. It wasn’t fair.
Drying off, I put my robe back on and wished fervently for panties. I opened the bathroom door and immediately saw Wester was sitting in the living room waiting for me, leg crossed, looking like he owned the place. Shit. I slammed the door shut again and locked it.
I could sense him moving toward me. My body betrayed me instantly, my nipples going hard. “Traitors,” I murmured, glancing down at my chest.
This knock was soft, suggestive, disarming. “Just let me in,” he murmured, not sounding aggressive at all. “Please?” It was a seductive plea. One that promised he would make it worth my while, more than any genuine request.
Since I was actually tempted, it was time for drastic measures. I turned on the faucet so he couldn’t hear what I was doing, then unlocked and slid up the window on the back wall. I wasn’t sure where it dropped off to but I thought the south side of the house, by the kitchen. I could enter the house over there without him even knowing. Fortunately, the window wasn’t high and it didn’t take much effort to go through, even with the lumpiness of my robe in the way.
I silently thanked myself for all those yoga classes I had forced myself to endure the last few years as I hooked my leg over the sill and then the other, before dropping onto the soft ground.
“That was a better view than I was expecting.”
I froze. The voice not only startled me, it wasn’t Wester’s. It was higher, whinier, raunchier. For a heartbeat, I stood still, waiting, listening, but the man said nothing else. Gathering my wits, I turned to run, simultaneously opening my mouth to scream. But a hand clapped over my mouth before I could get anything other than a squeak out. I tried flailing and elbowing wildly, but arms were already around me, and fear was rolled over by blind panic. The hand smelled earthy and I felt like I couldn’t breathe as I was dragged backward.
I bit and managed to get him to release my mouth long enough so I let out a scream, before he slapped me in the face, the pain so shocking and unexpected I lost every thought of survival that had been running through my head and just let the guy haul me away. In twenty-four years of life I had never been hit like that and it was jarring, teeth rattling, and sobering. I had been threatened with violence by my mother, but she’d never carried through with it. Stunned, I couldn’t focus since he was bouncing me around, but I knew we were heading away from the house, so that meant toward the water.
He paused and murmured in my ear, “Thanks for making my job easier, Mrs. Davis.”
Oh, shit. He thought I was Eva. I wasn’t going to protest. They wouldn’t believe me. And Eva wasn’t cut out to be kidnapped. I wasn’t sure I was either, but I was quicker on my feet. My whole life, my job had been to keep Eva safe and in this case, it was quite literal. I was confident I could handle the situation at least marginally better than her, so I stiffened my resolve and tried not to freak out.
The guy shoved me and I fell face forward into a boat, landing against a seat and a large man who smelled like cheese. Maybe not so quick on my feet either.
I scrambled backward and forgot all about being tough. I was just hoping not to beg or cry.
Twin sisters. It would have been nice to have had that information before I had pushed her robe aside and tasted her pussy. But that was on me, I guess. Though there was honestly no way I could have known. She hadn’t told me her name or anything different and they looked exactly alike. Sure, she had seemed a little… sharper than Eva but I had attributed that to her being alone on the patio with her book instead of in the presence of her husband.
So now Twin Sister, whose name I didn’t know, hated me. Yet, she had let me go down on her and her comment had made me think she would have let me push inside her with my cock as well. So that was a mystery.
One I intended to solve.
Besides, I didn’t want her thinking that I had been planning to nail her sister just to piss off Ricardo. That was a bonus, not my original intent. When she bolted for the pool house, I tried knocking but it was obvious she wasn’t going to open the door. So I picked the lock. Ricardo didn’t have state of the art security on his pool house, mainly because he lived on a gated island. The only way to access his property was by water or via the gate so I guess he didn’t worry too much about it. It was easy work to go inside and figure out that Twin was taking a shower.
My phone rang while I was waiting. It was Ricardo. “Hello?”
“What the fuck are you doing fucking my wife’s sister?” he screamed. “Get the fuck to my office!”
“I was off the clock,” I lied, just because I knew it would piss him off more. Poking Ricardo was not like poking a bear. It was like poking a clown fish. Not at all scary.
“Don’t ever touch Olivia again.”
At least now Twin had a name. Olivia. It fit her. She was beautiful and intelligent.
“You’re supposed to be watching my dog. Surveillance showed that some of Benito’s men are out on the water. This is exactly what I was talking about.”
That knocked the grin off my face. Benito. A well-known drug dealer and one of my best friends in childhood, back in Hialeah. “What does Benito want?”
“I owe him money. Now get to my office.”
He hung up and I turned just in time to see Olivia open the bathroom door, spot me, and slam it shut again. I heard the lock click. Followed by the window rising up, the sound distinct even with the faucet running. It didn’t take a genius to figure out her next move. She was going out the window.
That made me smile. She had some sass to her and I liked that. I was going to intercept her and figure out what exactly her story was, and why she had so eagerly let me kiss her, touch her. Lick her. The memory gave me an erection. Damn, she had been so fucking hot.
“She’s hot,” I told Mariposa, who had jumped onto the couch with me. She yawned. I left her there and closed the front door behind me.
Going around the side of the pool house, I sensed it before I saw it. Danger. There was a shift in the air, the movement of more than just Olivia. I heard a man’s voice, then a muffled scream. Pulling my gun out I paused at the corner of the building and cautiously looked around the corner. It was dark on this part of the compound, but I could see the white of Olivia’s robe as she was hauled down the hill by a man in dark clothes. I debated firing off a shot, but was worried with her flailing around I might hit her.
Besides, I knew who it was—Benito’s men, obviously. They had Olivia in a boat and they were off before I could get two feet in the direction of the house. I tried to call Ricardo but he didn’t answer, most likely still pissed at me for the whole lounge chair incident. Jogging, I made my way through his house to his office, where he had an entire humidor in an adjacent room. He had a cigar out and was smoking it, feet up on his desk.
“You’re fired,” he said.
“Yeah, I figured as much.” That didn’t interest me. “But before you go off on me, Eva’s sister just got kidnapped.”
“Where the fuck is my dog?” he demanded.
Shit. I’d forgotten about the dog. “She’s in the pool house. She’s completely safe.”
“Go get my damned dog and then get the hell out of my house. My wife is very upset that you took advantage of her sister.” Ricardo was wearing a black turtleneck. Who wore a turtleneck in Miami in November? Or a turtleneck at all? He took a pull on his cigar.
I stood my ground. “Did you hear me? Olivia was kidnapped.”
“That is not what I saw on the security camera.”
God, he was so frustrating. Did he think I was making this shit up? “This was after that.”
He dropped his feet to the floor and opened his desk drawer. I was already reaching for my gun, but my shoulder injury had my reflexes slower than normal. He had his gun pointing at me before I could raise my arm with mine. “Get. My. Dog.”
If there was ever any doubt that Ricardo was an asshole it was gone now. He was just going to ignore that Olivia had been snatched by his drug dealer buddy’s henchmen. He seriously thought I was lying.
“Get her yourself.” I dropped my hand without drawing my weapon, confident that Ricardo wouldn’t shoot. “And for the record, I hit on Olivia because I actually thought she was Eva. I wanted to bang your wife in your own house.”
It would have been a great parting line except that Ricardo gave a snort. “That would have been a waste of your time then. My wife has a lot of wonderful qualities, but being good in bed is not one of them.”
I really just wanted to shoot him, but couldn’t justify wasting the bullet. “Maybe she just needs a better partner.”
Spinning on my heel, I left, intent on paying a visit to my old buddy Benito.