Naughty Godmother (4 page)

She gave him an appreciative smile. “Not at all. But I’m glad I had you fooled.

You’re actually my first assignment. In fact, you’ll likely be my only assignment. I was just trying this out. I really like my old job.”

Warmth infused him at the affirmation of his suspicions. This wasn’t her usual profession. “Really? What did you do before this?”

“I used to be in teeth.”

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He was silent for a long moment. Shaking his head he finally spoke. “I don’t—what does that even mean?”

“What do you think it means? I used to be a Tooth Fairy.”

He gaped at her. “Seriously? That’s what you’re going to try and tell me now?

There’s a Tooth Fairy?”

“Not
a
Tooth Fairy. Tooth Fairies, plural. How could one fairy be responsible for the whole world’s teeth? Really, Alex, use your head.”

“Okay, so how
does
it work then?” he found himself asking. Maybe he’d breathed in some sort of toxic fumes at the lab and now he was looney tunes.

Or worse. Maybe she was so earnest because she was the crazy one—not a stripper at all, but an asylum escapee or something. His stomach sank at the thought, but rebounded quickly as he realized that crazy wouldn’t explain how she’d gotten into his apartment or known his name.

She was as sane as he was. Just one fantastic actress. An actress who’d just let him know that her job description didn’t include sex. That was actually good because a stripper was one thing, but a prostitute was something else. And just because sex wasn’t part of the
job
didn’t mean they couldn’t decide, after some heavy petting, as two consenting adults, to just go for it, did it? He didn’t know but he was sure going to try.

By the time he tuned back in, she was still chattering, but winding down. “And everybody gets a section. I used to work Glendale.”

What was she talking about again? Right, Tooth Fairies.

“Sounds fascinating.”

She grinned at him. “It’s a great job. This is too, though,” she added hastily.

“It’s okay, I’m not offended.”

“Good. Okay, we don’t have a lot of time and you have a lot to learn.”

Indeed.

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“So I think it’s time to continue our lessons. Maybe we should have a quick drink first, you know, to loosen you up a little.” She looked rather desperate and he wondered who, of the two of them, really needed the loosening.

“Let’s go see what there is in the kitchen. This is actually my cousin’s place, I’m just subletting for the year, so I’m not sure what he has stashed.”

She turned, heading toward the kitchen, then paused.

“Do you mind?” she asked, motioning to her shoes. “I’m not supposed to, but—”

“No, go right ahead. I don’t want you breaking your leg.”

She bent at the waist and began unbuckling the slim strap around her ankle. He froze and tried not to whimper.

Thong.

He’d felt her ass, but seeing it was a whole other thing. Firm and round, it called to him, begging to be squeezed and spanked. He visualized walking up behind her, pinning her hips as he slid his cock in deep. He wouldn’t even take the scrap of lace off, just flip it to the side with one finger and line his dick up with the sweet, wet slit.

Shifting, he tried to position himself in a way that his expanding tent didn’t appear quite so pitched then peeped a look at the results.

Fail. It looked like he’d decided to hide his Glock in his pants.

Holly chose that moment to toss a questioning glance over at him, her gaze flicking down and back up. Pink-cheeked she stood, kicking the shoes to the side before stepping into the kitchen.

Following her in, they both steadfastly ignored his situation and he went to the liquor cabinet. He didn’t drink often, but when an occasion arose, he went for the good stuff.

He gestured at the top shelf selection. “What’s your pleasure?”

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Holly started at the question and realized he was talking about liquor. Her mind had been wallowing in the gutter since the moment she’d laid her lips to his, and she couldn’t seem to get it back onto dry land again. Granted, it had been a long time since she’d been with a guy. There just hadn’t been anyone she felt sufficiently attracted to.

She quickly did the math and flinched. It would be two years come July. Where had the time gone? No wonder she was so worked up after only two minutes of over-the-clothes petting. She was hard up for some good loving.

Granted, she had indulged in a little solo action when the urge hit, which was pretty often, but this… This was different. She was crazed with need, like she wasn’t even herself. A dull ache still pulsed low in her stomach and her nerve endings were lit up like lights on a Christmas tree. Did she have the strength to walk away from this man without knowing what it felt like to be with him for real?

She found herself eyeing him hard again. He returned her gaze intently, his eyes narrowing as if he could read her thoughts. Heat sizzled through her as she realized that, despite his release, he was still very much affected by her. That was good.

Exposure therapy, Mila called it. Getting him comfortable in sexually charged situations. She only wished
she
was a little more comfortable.

That shouldn’t be her concern. Right now her job was to teach Alex about a woman’s body. He seemed pretty comfy in that area, but instinct would only take him so far, and he had a delicate issue that needed to be worked out. It was her duty to ensure the next lady he was with walked away satisfied and eager for more. The twinge that came along with that thought unnerved her but she shoved it aside.

“I’ll try that.” She pointed randomly to one of the bottles.

“A tequila girl, huh?”

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“Not really, but what the heck.”

He opened another cabinet and pulled out two shot glasses, set them on the counter and poured.

“Sorry, no training wheels. I don’t keep lemon handy.”

“This will be fine.”

She picked up the glass and mentally cursed her trembling hand as the golden liquid sloshed over the sides. It wasn’t like she was scared. Nervous maybe, but also almost unbearably excited.

Her eyes locked onto his and he gave her a wolfish grin that shouldn’t have even been in his arsenal. Suspicion reared its head again but faded fast. She’d seen him with her own two eyes, he was a nerd, clear as day. And their interaction in the living room was proof he didn’t get a lot of female attention. He had an aptitude for foreplay and flashes of charisma. So what? He still needed her help. And as the evening progressed she was more and more inclined to meet those needs to the best of her abilities.

“Cheers.” He clinked his glass to hers.

“Cheers,” she replied and sucked down her shot. Heat suffused her stomach almost immediately and she embraced it.

Alex drank his too then stood looking at her as if in a trance. He reached out a tentative finger and brushed an errant drop of tequila from her chin before bringing it to his mouth and catching it with the tip of his tongue.

A wave of desire hit her hard as she imagined that tongue on her. Her nipples tightened and Alex noticed, his pupils dilating, keen eyes taking in every detail.

“One more.” Her voice sounded shrill and overloud in the tiny room, making her wince.

He took her glass and silently poured them both another.

“To new friends.”

“To new friends,” she parroted and knocked back the second drink.

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She set the glass on the table with a
click
and turned to face him, hoping the liquid courage kicked in fast.

“Alrighty, time to get down to business. The clock is ticking and there’s a lot of work to be done. Which way is the bedroom?”

Holly trailed behind Alex, noting how nicely the track pants hugged his tight bottom. She bit back an irrational giggle.

As they entered the bedroom, she was struck by how impersonal it was. No family pictures, no paintings, no warmth. Come to think of it, the living room was the same way. But he did say this was his cousin’s place, and he probably didn’t want to clutter it up if he wasn’t going to stay for the long haul.

Alex clicked on a small bedside lamp and stood, as if unsure what to do next.

Time for her to do her job. She could just get out the manuals and be done with it.

Could talk him through it all in a perfunctory manner. But she had one day to do this.

One day to be wild, sensual and free, the way fairies were supposed to be. And she had a perfect candidate to help her.

She was loose and languid from the drinks and this man was making her feel all kinds of sexy. The unfiltered heat of his gaze along with that shy, wary smile was a total turn-on.

And she had to hand it to Mila, the C.A.S.T. method was working out pretty niftily, even without the shoes.

They faced off on opposite sides of the bed. “You’re awfully far away.”

He wouldn’t make eye contact with her as he crossed the room but his confident, almost predatory gait made her shiver. Strange how he exuded sensuality, but only in short bursts. When it was there, it was truly something to behold. It was a wonder no other girl had seen it before now and tried to train him properly.

“Lesson two—”

“Lesson two? What was that in the living room?”

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“Right. I kissed you. That counts, sort of. But now you should kiss
me
. Most dates will expect you to be the one making the first move. You gotta have a move ready for them. So, whaddaya got, Alex?”

Oh, how I wish I could show you.

He contemplated how to play this one. Out and out try to blow her mind the way she was blowing his and hope their chemistry was enough to get her to stick around once she realized she’d been misled? Or continue the Alex Nelson routine and fumble around a bit. Let her teach him a thing or two and hope it somehow resulted in a chance to finish what they’d started.

His instinct was to go with the former, but he was hardwired a certain way, and couldn’t undo the years of training that compelled him never to break his cover.

“Here goes nothing.” He bent down and zeroed in on her lips, but didn’t tilt his head. Their noses banged together and she pulled back, chuckling.

The humiliation of the charade was almost worth it to hear that laugh. It zinged through him like a glass of fine champagne and he found himself thinking of ways to make her do it again.

“Only do that if you’re trying to break her nose. Here,” she said, reaching a hand to his chin, angling it for him. “Now try.”

He leaned down, steeling himself against her scent and pressed his lips to hers.

Despite the overwhelming urge to crush her to him, he kept his hands firmly at his sides.

His body on high alert, he waited to see what she would do next. She pulled back a few inches.

“You’re going to want to put your hands on her.”

Indeed
. “Where?”

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“Hips are a good start. Or you could touch her face, put a hand in her hair. Be creative. Just remember to be gentle early on. We’ll talk about…other options later. For now, think of things that might make her shiver.”

Thinking of “other options” was making
him
shiver.

He lifted a hand and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, trailing a finger down her cheek. All the while, he never took his eyes from hers. He continued down and with the lightest of touches traced the fullness of her lips with his thumb. Her mouth parted and she let out a breathy sigh.

Alex’s already-hard cock expanded as he racked his brain for ways to make her sigh like that again. Dipping his thumb in, he caressed the tender inside of her bottom lip and couldn’t help but think how the wet, smooth skin would feel against the head of his cock.

Almost as if she’d read his mind, she nipped him, sending a bolt of need straight to his groin. He slid his damp thumb from her lips, skimming lightly over her jawline, down the side of her neck. He paused there, his sensitive fingertips drawn to her skittering pulse before continuing down past her delicate collarbone to the enticing vee of her cleavage.

Holly’s breathing grew short as he made patterns on her skin, caressing the tops of her creamy breasts, sucking in a curse as her nipples tightened into points under the lace of her bra.

Slow, take it slow
.

He purposely bypassed her nipples, continuing down to rest his wandering hand on her nearly-bare hip and giving it a squeeze.

“Like that?” he asked softly.

She swallowed before answering.

“Yesss.”

Yesss.

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“Can I try the kiss part again?” He made sure his lips were close enough to hers so that they brushed together as he spoke.

Holly nodded almost imperceptibly.

He touched his mouth to hers, sliding the tip of his tongue between her lips, a shallow lick, before retreating.

Her fingers were locked on his forearms in a vise grip.

“Again?” he breathed.

“Again.”

His heart pounded against his ribs as he kissed her. Again, he flicked out his tongue to lave her bottom lip then tugged with his teeth before slipping into the warm cavern of her mouth.

She inched closer to him until their chests were touching, the hard points of her nipples branding his rib cage. The contact made him ache to get closer, to bury himself in her.

He tightened his hand on her hip and felt the softness of her thighs against his. He was powerless to resist. Unable to stop himself, he closed the gap between them with a decisive thrust then stilled to savor the sensation.

Wedged against her bare stomach with only his track pants and a scrap of lace separating them, he imagined how easy it would be to yank his waistband down, clutch that heart-shaped ass in his hands and lift her onto his swollen cock. No need to lie down, she was so small, he could work her up and down with ease.