Page 18 of Tiger on the Prowl

“Aren’t you supposed to hack into her cell records?” Jay barked.

Fox lifted his hands in surrender. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He marched to his workstation.

“Are you sure about this, Tiger?” Ace asked, casting him a long hard look.

“I’ll go in armed.”

Ace scoffed. “And what are you gonna say when you see her? You can’t just ask her point blank.”

“I’ll think of something.” With a glance at Fox he added, “Maybe I’ll improvise.”

Fox flipped him the bird. “Go get yourself killed. I’ll text you the moment I know who she was talking to.”

An hour later, Jay left the mansion and made his way to Alexandria, taking all precautions possible in case somebody tried to tail him somewhere on the way. He changed transportation several times to make sure nobody was following him, and he checked out the area around Olivia’s cottage to be sure that nobody lay in wait outside. Ace had confirmed over the phone that nobody had entered or left Olivia’s house since she’d made the phone call earlier.

He couldn’t stall any longer. From outside, he saw that there was still light in Olivia’s office, though when he looked in through the window, he didn’t see her. Jay walked around to the front door, and pressed the doorbell. He heard the soft chime sounding inside the house. Footsteps came closer a moment later, and then the light under the tiny portico where Jay stood was switched on.

A second later, the door opened, and Olivia looked at him, clearly stunned. Then a wide smile spread on her face as she reached for him.

“Why didn’t you call that you were coming over?” she asked and motioned to her clothing. She wore a nightgown and a bathrobe over it. “I would have gotten dressed.” She blushed.

Would a murderess really blush like Olivia? Damn, he hoped not.

“If I’m disturbing you, I can leave. I just thought maybe…”

She pulled him inside, her arms already snaking around him, while he kicked the door shut behind him and sank his mouth onto her inviting lips. She tasted of mint and innocence, and he couldn’t resist the open invitation, whether it came from a killer or not. His mouth still claiming hers, he pressed her with her back against the wall and shoved his hands underneath her bathrobe to roam her body, all the way up and down her back, then her front. He was relieved to find that she didn’t have any weapons on her. But he’d also felt that she wasn’t wearing panties under her thin nightgown that didn’t even reach halfway to her knees. He pulled the fabric up and slid his hand between her legs. Wetness and warmth greeted him when he touched her there.

Olivia moaned into his mouth, her chest heaving, her pelvis rocking against his hand, asking for more. Fuck! How could she want him like this yet also want to kill him? It made no sense. The woman in his arms was ready to surrender to him after just one kiss. How could she be a stone-cold killer? Nothing about Olivia was cold-blooded. This wasn’t a woman who was in control of anything right now. On the contrary. In the dark of the foyer, she was at his mercy. If he wanted to, he could fuck her right here, against the wall. And she wouldn’t protest. Because the woman now rubbing herself against his fingers, and releasing moans of pleasure, was in the throes of lust, only out for one thing: to climax in his arms.

He ripped his lips from hers. “I need to fuck you.”

“Oh, God, yes!” Her hands were already at his waistband, opening the button of his pants. “I was thinking of you all day.”

He took that comment with a grain of salt. “What were you thinking about?”

“Your cock inside me.”

Fuck! Talking like that made him even hotter. He captured her lips again, sealing them with a searing kiss.

He needed to take her now, before he lost it. His lips on hers, he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a condom he’d shoved in there earlier. Then he pulled his pants and boxer briefs down to his knees, ripped the foil package open and slipped the condom onto his hard-on.

He put his hands on Olivia’s shoulders, freed her of the bathrobe, and tossed it to the floor, before severing the kiss. Then he turned her to face the wall, eliciting a stunned gasp from her. But she didn’t fight him, didn’t protest. Instead, she braced herself with her palms against the wall, and spread her legs.

“Fuck!” he hissed and pushed her gown up over her hips, before he gripped them and pulled her back toward his groin. With a sharp exhale, he plunged into her pussy, seating himself to the hilt.

“Fuck, you’re tight!” he growled, feeling utterly uncivilized.

Olivia moaned. “Then you’ll just have to fuck me more often.”

“I might just have to do that,” he agreed and started pounding into her, thrusting deep and hard. He wanted to punish her for planning to kill him. Punish her for still playing the innocent woman who wanted him to take her, when she was clearly manipulating him into believing she posed no threat.

Jay rode her hard, and his mind went back to the night before, when she’d surrendered to him in bed, when she’d let herself go in his arms. Just like she surrendered now, taking his hard thrusts, and—judging by the moans that rolled over her lips—welcomed them.

“Oh, Jay, I wanna come,” she begged. “Make me come.”

He couldn’t resist the siren’s call and released her right hip. When he reached around her to her front, she took his hand and guided it to her pussy.

“There, right there,” Olivia said, panting and pressing his fingers to her clit, before she placed her hand back on the wall to brace herself.

Jay stroked her clit in rhythm with his thrusts, and Olivia gasped. Her nightgown was sticking to her perspiring skin now, her breathing choppy, her pussy clenching around him on every withdrawal. All of a sudden, she shuddered, and her interior muscles spasmed, igniting his own orgasm. Semen shot through his cock and exploded from the tip, while waves of pleasure crashed over him, threatening to drown him. For a moment, his mind went blank, and all he could think of was how right it felt to be inside Olivia’s sweet body. But then reality crashed over him, and he remembered why he was here: to figure out why she was planning to kill him. Fucking her against the wall hadn’t been part of his plan. But maybe it would work in his favor after all, because what he needed tonight was for Olivia to be so exhausted that she would sleep like a log.