Chapter 12: That same night: Exchanging more than info

CHAPTER 12

MIKI

THAT SAME NIGHT – EXCHANGING MORE THAN INFO

I t was getting late when I finally approached Little Miss Red's house, doing my best to ignore the way my heartbeat increased and my stomach churned with excitement the closer I got to her home. It was simply the thought of discovering what she knew, I told myself, and nothing at all to do with seeing the sexy little siren again. Nope, nothing at all!

There were no lights on, and her car wasn't in the driveway, so I figured she was out. I'd no idea where she might be at this time, but it didn't matter. I planned on waiting for her, anyway.

Breaking into her home was easy with the help of Marko's hacking skills. Her alarm was disabled in no time and taking a leaf from her book, Marko had provided me with a skeleton key to her door, which worked perfectly.

Since she wasn't home, I took the opportunity to look around. There were some photographs of Eilidh with an older man, who, from the family resemblance, I presumed was her dad. There was an old one of him in a police uniform.

That fit with what Marko had found out about her. He'd said her dad had been a police officer but was killed on duty and the person responsible hadn't been found.

Careful not to disturb anything, I planted a bug in her home phone and cameras around the house. Once I had them in place, I settled down in the leather armchair in her living room, and checked the feed to make sure I'd set them up correctly, as I waited.

The minutes stretched on as I sat there in the dark with only the ticking of the clock on the wall breaking the silence. With nothing else to occupy me, my mind bombarded me with thoughts of her and no matter how I tried, I couldn't shut them down. Every second of our encounter replayed in my mind, and with each memory, my cock grew harder.

Fuck, I wanted that woman!

Groaning, I tried to shut down my thoughts; nothing could happen between us, I reminded myself, just as the front door opened and in walked the source of my fantasies.

Excitement filled me. My woman was home.

Damn it! She's not mine! I scolded myself.

Eilidh wasn't my anything. She couldn't be. I tried to convince myself of that, but it was no good. It didn't seem to matter that she was supposed to be my enemy; the woman had got under my skin and there was no denying it.

My eyes feasted on the sight of her, taking her in fully for the first time as she turned on the hall light and removed her jacket.

She was wearing a silky-looking t-shirt which matched her amber eyes, a sexy short brown mini skirt which revealed smooth bare thighs and brown knee-high boots. The effect had me almost salivating.

She was even more beautiful than I'd realised and that mass of long red hair which was no longer hidden away was magnificent. Truly magnificent, and I ached to run my fingers through it.

She didn't see me sitting in the dark and as she turned to head upstairs; I called out.

"Evening, Little Miss Red."

She gasped, twisting to look in my direction, squinting into the darkness.

As I stood and moved towards the light, her eyes widened. It was obvious she recognised my outfit from the evening before because, thankfully; she didn't scream or run. But I could tell she was thinking about it, as her eyes flicked to the front door and back again.

"Don't be afraid, sweetheart," I told her.

"I just came to talk."

"What the fuck? How did you get in here? And how did you find me?" she asked in a rush of questions.

I chuckled.

"No plans on fucking you tonight. Through the front door, and I have my ways," I answered as I walked towards her.

"Don't come any closer," she said, backing up a step.

Doing as she asked, I stopped a few feet away from her, far enough for her to feel safe but close enough to catch her if she ran.

"Who are you?" she asked, a small hitch in her voice betraying her nerves.

"A friend," I replied in a steady voice, careful not to make any sudden moves.

"Why are you here? What do you want?" she asked, looking worried.

She was skittish. It was understandable. I'd broken into her home, and I was wearing a balaclava and gloves. Of course, she would be scared.

"I'm just here to talk," I told her again, though by her frown and the way she chewed on her bottom lip, I didn't think she believed me.

The moment she decided to run, I saw it on her face. My predator instinct kicked in and I was on her before she could get far.

In a move that was fast becoming a habit, I grabbed her, swung her around, and pressed her against the wall. My heart pounded with exhilaration and my dick hardened at her closeness. I hadn't felt this excited in years. It was thrilling!

Before I could think better of it, I lifted her up, forcing her to wrap her legs around me.

"Hi, beautiful," I said, smiling as I looked into her gorgeous amber eyes.

"Put me down!" she cried, wiggling around, pushing uselessly at my chest. Her weak attempts at breaking out of my arms only added to my excitement.

My cock thickened between us, making her breath hitch. It wasn't like she could miss it with our bodies pressed so closely together.

"Relax, sweetheart, you're safe," I said, leaning down to nuzzle her ear.

"You shouldn't be here," she said, her voice a mix of annoyance and breathy desire.

"Probably not, but here I am. My intention was to simply talk. However, you have a way of distracting me with thoughts of more pleasurable pursuits," I murmured, nipping at her earlobe.

"It's not my fault. You're the one who keeps pressing your big body against mine," she chuckled.

Grinning, I looked at her. So much for this visit being purely business. What a lie that had been!

"You're the one with the hot little body, gorgeous eyes, flaming hair, and lips that I've imagined wrapped around my cock since the last time we kissed. So, I'd definitely say it was your fault," I smirked, watching her eyes widen and her cheeks pinken with every word.

"You're blaming me for your X-rated fantasies?" she laughed incredulously.

"Hell yeah!" I laughed back, enjoying the unexpected flirtation.

"You've been thinking about our kisses too, haven't you?" I asked, trying not to sound desperate to hear her confirm I wasn't the only one who couldn't get those kisses out of my head.

"Maybe," she murmured, clearing her throat and avoiding my eyes.

"Liar." I smirked.

"Fine. Yes," she said, tilting her chin in defiance.

Yes! I felt like I'd won a gold medal with just that one little admission.

"I haven't been able to get you out of my head," I said, my voice low and filled with lust as I looked deeply into her eyes.

God, I could get lost in them. When I looked at her like this, the entire world faded away until she was all I could see. I liked that.

Her breath hitched, and she licked her lips, drawing my attention to her mouth, the wetness beckoning me to taste her again.

Don't do it! The annoying voice in my head said. But I ignored it.

There was a sense of inevitability as I leaned down and captured her lips. She returned my kiss with as much passion as she had last time, pressing closer to me and rubbing her core against my hard on.

Adrenaline flowed through my body, and it felt as if every nerve ending had woken up. It was as if I'd been asleep before her and now I was alive, born from her kiss.

"You taste as good as I remembered," I murmured, brushing my lips against her cheek before I returned to devour her lips again.

My cock jerked, and I really wanted to continue what we were doing, but I knew I couldn't. No matter how wonderful she tasted or how great she made me feel, or how well she responded to me, I needed to stop. I'd already taken things too far. They couldn't go any further. She was a police officer. An enemy to the Bratva and I needed to remember that.

Sighing, I reluctantly set her back on her feet, but held her close and kissed the top of her head. Not quite willing to let her go just yet.

"We need to talk," I mumbled into her hair.

She stiffened.

"Eh, not sure that we do," she stated.

"Yes, Eilidh, we do," I said firmly.

"You've been looking into Aiden Mathieson, and I want to know why and what you have found out."

"Uh uh," she said, shaking her head.

"I don't even know who you are or what you look like, and I won't be telling you anything unless you plan on divulging why you are digging into Mathieson. If you want information from me, you'll need to trade me for it," she stated, lifting her chin and glaring at me in defiance.

My Little Miss Red was fiery, just like her hair. Her defiance was as much of a turn on as her responsiveness and I didn't know whether I should kiss her or spank her.

However, I'd expected she'd want something in return, and I was prepared to give her some information.

"Okay."

"You will?" she asked. She obviously hadn't expected me to agree.

I nodded, then unable to help myself, I picked her up again and strode into the living room.

Turning on the small lamp beside the sofa, I sat down with her on my lap.

Of course, Eilidh didn't need to sit on my lap to discuss our information, but I wanted her there and so I indulged myself. Soon our time together would be over, and we'd never see one another again, but for now I wanted her close.

"Let me go!" she said, squirming to get off.

"Not going to happen." I shook my head, wondering what the hell I was thinking, keeping her there as she wiggled her sexy little bum on my crotch.

My cock was as hard as a rock, throbbing angrily with need and all her wriggling was only adding to the torture. Yet, I loved every second. So, she was staying right where she was. Who knew I was a masochist?

"Sit still, and we will talk about Mathieson, or keep squirming and I will take it as an invitation to take our kiss further and ravish you," I told her.

She froze, and I suddenly realised what the heck I'd just said. Damn it! This needed to stop.

She's the enemy! I reminded myself.

It didn't matter. Neither my cock nor my heart were convinced.

"You are bloody annoying," she said, huffing out a breath in frustration, but she settled against my chest and my heart clenched at how good it felt to have her in my arms. I closed my eyes for a brief second to savour the forbidden sensation.

My body was hyper aware of hers. Every rise and fall of her chest, every beat of her heart, the warmth of her bottom against my groin, her smell, the tickle of her hair against my chin, all of it felt like heaven. God, how I wished we could have more than just these few moments.

"Okay, talk," she said, her voice pulling me from my thoughts.

She was right. It was time to get back to the reason I was here.

Sitting up a little straighter, she looked at me. I was about to speak, but she licked her lips, distracting me. I stared, mesmerised and unable to form a coherent sentence. Hell, I wanted those lips on me again, everywhere, on my mouth, on my body, wrapped around my cock.

My mind assaulted me with images of her on her knees sucking me off. I groaned at the thought, my cock jerking at the image and leaking a little pre cum. Oh hell!

"Well?" she demanded, and I blinked suddenly back in the room again.

Geez, I had to get a grip on my unruly thoughts. It dawned on me that perhaps I should let her move off my lap after all, but I dismissed the thought as soon as I had it. No, it might be torture having her sit on me, but it was the most exquisite torture I'd ever endured, and I was quickly becoming addicted to it. So, I kept her there.

However, I needed to conduct an exchange of information and so I had to stop being distracted. Taking a deep breath, I focused on what I had to say.

"I am a businessman. Aiden Mathieson has been behind several attacks on my businesses and my family, but I don't know why. I was at his office the other night to find out."

I had told her the truth, but kept things as vague as possible.

"And did you?" she asked.

"Not yet. That's why I'm here. To learn what you know," I replied.

"What sort of attacks?"

"Ones that cost my family and that of a close friends family dearly," I told her.

She looked at me and pursed her lips, well aware that I was holding back and not willing to divulge any more.

It wasn't possible. Not when she was a police officer. Revealing too much could be the biggest mistake of my life. She might be a sexy little thing, but that didn't mean I could trust her. In fact, it probably meant I should definitely not. If I wasn't careful, I'd lose myself in her and end up disclosing information that could get me jailed, or worse, dead.

Changing tactics, she asked, "What's your name?"

"You can call me Miki," I said.

Divulging the nickname I went by wasn't an issue. Lots of people were called Miki. She didn't know my full name and hadn't seen my face, so it was doubtful she would find out who I was. Or at least that's what I told myself, but deep down, I knew that I simply wanted to hear her say my name. Just once.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Miki," she said with a smirk.

"It's nice to meet you, Eilidh," I replied, and I swear my heart leapt in my chest at the sound of my name from her lips.

God, I had it bad. This was so not good. I needed to move things on and leave before I did something stupid.

"Now you," I stated with a nod of encouragement.

Eilidh stared at me, her eyes narrowing as she looked deep into mine. I could see her police brain working. She was sizing me up. Little Miss Red knew I was dangerous and likely a criminal, despite my businessman fa?ade. After all, what sort of businessman breaks into office buildings? Shady ones : I had no doubt she was thinking.

However, she had done the same. Why? There was a story behind that, and I wanted to know what it was. I wanted to know everything about her.

My body leaned towards hers of its own accord as I silently watched her debate what information she would divulge and what she would hold back. I understood. After all, I had done exactly the same.

Her frown was the cutest thing, and her pursed lips called to me to kiss them.

God, she was distracting. I gave myself a mental shake.

Get your head in the game, man! I chided myself.

"Talk," I said, then pressed my lips firmly together, so they didn't pucker up and plant themselves on hers again as they really wanted to do.

"My father was a police officer, and he was killed on duty almost three years ago. I think Aiden Mathieson had him killed," she stated.

Well, shit! I hadn't expected that. I'd already learned about her dad's murder and that nobody had been arrested for it. However, I hadn't connected it with her being at Mathieson's office.

"Why do you think that?"

Eilidh bit her bottom lip and squirmed in my lap again, obviously unsure if she should tell me.

As she unconsciously squirmed, her bottom rubbed across my hard as fuck cock. She needed to stop doing that; it was becoming too difficult to ignore. If she continued, I was going to end up throwing caution to the wind and take her right here on the sofa. My control was about done.

"I saw some photographs of a man I believe killed my dad. I think he was in some kind of sexual relationship with Mathieson, and I think Mathieson paid him to kill my dad," she said finally.

"Who is he?"

"Was," she said, "His name was Timmy Neilson, but he is dead. He was found drowned in his bath. I think Mathieson did it. I was in his office looking for evidence, but there was nothing there to link him to either murder," she stated matter-of-factly.

"What else can you tell me about him? What did you find in the safe?" I asked.

"Nothing. I can't tell you anything more," she said, sounding annoyed.

Then she pushed up and off my lap, stepping out of my reach.

"Time for you to go!" she said.

I didn't move, shocked by the sudden change in her demeanour. One minute she was talking and the next she'd clammed up. I didn't like it. Little Miss Red knew far more than she was telling me, and I wanted to know exactly what it was.

"Why don't we work together?" I said before I could think better of it.

"Sorry, not happening!" she said, heading to the door.

"Why not?" I asked her. Not because I didn't understand her reasons. They were likely similar to my own. But because no matter how much I knew she was right and I should leave, I couldn't bring myself to let this be the end of us.

"Well, the first reason is obvious. I'm a police officer and you are likely a criminal and anyway, you don't have any information for me and I'm certainly not providing you with information which is needed for a police investigation. So, we are done here. Goodbye, Miki," she said, unlocking the door.

"But you weren't there officially, were you, Eilidh?" I asked.

"Breaking into offices is illegal and certainly not part of any official operation," I said, crowding her.

The look of fear that flickered over her face made me take a step back. I raised my hands in supplication.

"You're safe with me, Eilidh. You've nothing to worry about," I reassured her.

She shook her head.

"You need to leave," she said, opening the door.

No! my mind screamed.

My body refused to move.

Eilidh was right. I really should leave. She had decided not to divulge anything else, and she was correct; I didn't actually have anything useful to trade her with. Yet despite everything, I simply didn't want to.

"I could help you," I said, not really sure why or what I meant by that except that I really didn't want this to be the end of things between us. Not yet.

"I don't need any help," she said, indicating to the door with a sweeping gesture.

Yeah, I got the message.

Feeling defeated, I sighed heavily, forcing myself to move. As I stepped forward to go past her, and our bodies brushed together. Her breath hitched. Mine did too, and we stared at each other. Suddenly, there was no way I could leave. The connection between us was too strong, as if an invisible force tied us together and wouldn't let us part.

"All right, if that is the end of our business, let's get personal."

Without thinking, I pulled her into my arms, grabbed her head, and kissed her like my life depended on it. She gasped in surprise, and I took advantage, thrusting my tongue inside her mouth.

Little Miss Red froze, and my heart stuttered, sure she was going to resist, and I'd have to leave after all. However, a second later, she was moaning into my mouth and kissing me back with the same amount of passion.

Fuck!

What the hell are you doing? This is so not a good idea! My rational side shouted at me, but I ignored the party pooper, lifted Eilidh up and quickly carried her upstairs.

When I reached the top, I kicked open a door, happy to see it was a bedroom. Walking to the bed, our tongues still entangled, I lowered her onto it without breaking the kiss.

My trainers were toed off and my hand was up her skirt in seconds. She was wet; I smiled in satisfaction. My fingers stroked lightly over the fabric that was in the way of my prize, and her hips bucked.

My cock throbbed, straining against my pants. Eilidh was so fucking responsive.

Straddling her hips, I moved my hand up to her top and pulled it up over her head and then quickly removed her bra, letting her breasts fall free.

God, they were beautiful. I loved them.

Eilidh's nipples hardened under my gaze, and I took one into my mouth and sucked before moving on to the other. She moaned and squirmed beneath me as I took my time, lavishing attention on each of her luscious tits.

Mewling sounds of pleasure escaped her, and she reached between her legs and rubbed her wet pussy, but I grabbed her hand and pushed it away.

"Uh, uh, that's my job, baby," I murmured against her ear as I shifted position.

Shoving my hand into her knickers, she shivered as I lightly stroked the hair over her mound before I pushed a finger into her slit. It slid in with ease and I added another, thrusting deep. Her breaths came in quick succession, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her desire grew.

The slickness of her channel made thrusting my fingers in and out easy. Pressing my thumb against her clit, I circled it with every inward movement, changing the pressure with each inward and outward stroke.

Eilidh squirmed against my hand, and I groaned. My cock badly wanted to replace my fingers, but it was too soon. It throbbed angrily, not liking that, but it would need to wait. There was no way I was going to let this finish too soon. I was going to savour every second and enjoy her with every part of my body. My cock would just have to deal with that and wait its turn.

I continued to play with her pussy while I nibbled and sucked on her nipples. She hummed in pleasure and the sound was almost my undoing. My cock leaked pre cum inside my trousers. It badly wanted to explode.

Not yet! I willed the bastard to behave, refusing to be rushed.

It was time to truly savour the delicacy before me, but I had to continue to maintain my anonymity, and I knew just how to ensure that.

The headboard was one of those metal ones with an intricate design which was just perfect for what I had in mind.

My Little Miss Red was about to fulfil one of my favourite fantasies I'd had about her since we'd met. She moaned in protest as I moved my hand away from her pussy, but I captured her lips again and gave her boobs a squeeze to appease her.

Pulling her hands over her head while still kissing her, I held them together with one hand and quickly undid my belt with the other. Her eyes were heavy with lust, and she didn't seem to notice as I wrapped my belt around her wrists, then looped it around one of the metal pieces and fastened it.

When I pulled away, my breath caught as I took in the beautiful sight she made. Eilidh was the sexiest woman I had ever seen. My eyes scanned her body, devouring every inch of her as I licked my lips and imagined everything I was going to do to her.

She blinked, suddenly realising she was lying there topless and tied to the bed with me looming over her, fully dressed. Her eyes became panicked, and she struggled against the belt.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she cried.

"Relax, baby; you're safe. I won't hurt you, but I am going to fuck you," I said, while removing my clothes.

She relaxed and smirked as her eyes watched my unwitting strip tease.

"I thought you weren't planning to?" she said, smiling coyly.

"Plans change. I'm going to make you come so hard you see stars," I told her, standing there wearing only my balaclava.

She surprised me again by chuckling and said, "I hope that isn't just an idle boast."

"No, baby, that is a promise," I vowed, crawling over her again.

"You aren't even going to let me see your face?" she asked with another chuckle.

"Not this time," I said, grinning.

Shit, I made that sound like there would be another time, and there couldn't be. Damn it!

Well, at least I could enjoy this time, I consoled myself as I kissed my way down her body, removing the rest of her clothes as I went, until she was left in only her knee-high boots.

God, I was so looking forward to having them wrapped around me when I thrust into her.

My cock jerked painfully again, making its annoyance at having to wait known. Patience! You'll get your time soon! But first, I need to make Little Miss Red come.

Delving between her thighs, I lifted her legs over my shoulders and licked at her wet pussy. Little Miss Red was soaked, and I loved it. She tasted great, and I lapped her up as she moaned and pushed herself upwards, trying to get closer. Her need spurred me on, and I licked and sucked her as she panted and moaned beneath me.

My excitement increased with hers until I felt lightheaded with desire.

As I continued to lick her clit, I thrust a finger into her tight core. She bucked her hips, and I added another finger, then another, making her cry out in pleasure as she bucked harder.

All my focus was on the woman that had me burning with desire for her. As I licked and sucked on her most intimate parts, I looked up into her eyes. The heavy-lidded look of lust she gave me filled me with longing. I wanted to see that look on her face always.

There was no time to process that thought as she came with a cry and all thought flew from my mind. All I could do was watch in awe as she thrashed mindlessly beneath me, her tight sheath rippling around my fingers.

Determined to milk every drop of her orgasm, I kept thrusting until finally her cries died down. But she wasn't done.

"More, I need more. I want you inside me," she panted, wriggling against me.

I was surprised she wasn't exhausted by how hard she had just come. It flattered my ego that she was so desperate for my cock.

"Greedy girl," I smirked, feeling like a fucking sex god.

"Please, Miki, I need you inside me," she begged.

My heart clenched. I loved hearing her say my name while she begged me to fuck her.

"Whatever you need, sweetheart," I said as I positioned my cock at her entrance and wondered how the hell I was going to find the strength to walk away from her.