CHAPTER FOURTEEN

O liver stared at the metal as the gap began to disappear, then with vamp speed, his hand slid between the doors and they opened.

Piper gasped, still flat against the wall.

He knew he was scaring her.

You going to tidy this up?

He handed Ben his bag, nodding in answer to the telepathic message. “I’ll be up in ten.”

“I’ll scream,” Piper said, fear lacing her words.

“No, darlin’. You won’t.” Oliver took her arm and walked her down the hallway, then swiped into her hotel room. He leaned against a wall and crossed his arms, while she dropped her handbag on a table and began to tidy up a few things.

“Sit down,” he said quietly but firmly.

“Why am I doing what you tell me to do?” she growled as she sat on the sofa. Then pressed her fingers to her temples once more. “Shit, I need my pills.”

Oliver frowned, hating that he was the cause of her pain.

“Stop trying to remember so hard and it will stop.”

Slowly, she lifted her head and stared at him. “Why did that work? Have you done something to my mind? To my memories?”

“Answer my question first and I will answer one of yours.”

She chewed her lip, thinking for a moment, and then nodded.

“Why are you in LA?”

Oliver ran his eyes over her body. She was dressed for the warmer weather and her sexy red dress showed off her toned thighs and arms. Her body shouldn’t be so familiar to him, but it was.

He knew she was attracted to him just by looking at the blush on her cheeks and the gloss of her eyes. Human females were drawn to a vampire’s strong testosterone and alpha nature. It wouldn’t take much for him to have her if he wanted.

But she was off-limits, and he had to remember that.

He was here to do one thing: wipe her memory effectively.

Then he could report back to Ari and not lie this time.

First, he wanted to know why she was here.

“I’m looking for my sister,” she answered. “She’s gone missing.”

Oh.

Why did she think Sage was in LA?

“I see,” he replied, and they stared at each other a long moment.

“It’s my turn to ask a question.” When he nodded, she continued. “Have you done something to my memories?”

His eyes widened.

That was an interesting conclusion for a human to come to.

“Why would you ask that?” He pushed away from the wall and walked to the coffee table, kicking it back so he could sit in front of her, but not crowd her.

She flinched back from him anyway, and he hated that.

Night after night he’d spent with her, feeling a forbidden intimacy building between them, and she remembered nothing of that. Only his face.

A desire to reach out and run his fingers down her arm while she melted into him suddenly came over him. He clenched his hands into fists.

“Have you?”

“Yes,” he answered honestly.

“Have we—” she began to ask, her eyes dropping to his cock.

“What?”

“Fucked?”

His cock pressed against his jeans, wanting to be released and get inside the female who was now only inches from him.

“That’s your question? After learning I’ve messed around with your memories.” He let out a small laugh.

Piper pulled up her legs and crossed them under her. In doing so, she flashed her panties momentarily and he gritted his teeth.

Shit.

“Well, I doubt you’re going to tell me how you do it, so the next best question is why. So, did we? And why is it so important I forget?”

Oliver spread his legs wider and leaned his elbows on his thighs. “The question is why you keep damn well remembering, Piper. I can’t tell you why, but it’s important you stop.”

“Does it have to do with Sage?”

He stilled.

“It does! Where is she? You know where she is,” she cried, dropping her feet back on the floor.

Fuck.

“Ari is a friend of mine. She is with him. On holiday,” he lied.

“Like fuck they are,” she mumbled. Defiant eyes lifted to his. “I’m going to find her. Wipe my memory as much as you damn want, but I will find my sister.”

Oliver tilted his head. It still didn’t explain why she was in LA.

“Why do you think she’s in California? Is this a holiday spot she likes?”

Piper let out a small laugh. “We both know she’s not on a damn holiday, Oliver.”

“So you just flew across the country to search for her in a random place?”

“No, I’m also here on business. I’m a journalist. I... never mind.”

“Explain.”

Piper stared at him for a long moment. “I’m doing a top-secret story on the company she worked for. Is that why you’re here? Are you looking for your friend, Ari? Have they both gone missing?”

Jesus, she was like a dog with a bone.

“Piper, you need to stay far away from BioZen. This is way too dangerous.”

Her mouth fell open. “They have, haven’t they? Just tell me.”

Oliver held up a hand. “No. Stop.”

She climbed off the sofa, and he stood, grabbing her arms.

“Please. Stop your witch hunt. Sage will be home soon, but it’s not safe for you here. You need to go back to Seattle.”

She tried to shrug him off, but he held her tight.

“You’re going to do it again, aren’t you?”

“Yes, darlin’,” he said, their eyes locked.

“Before you do. Did we...” Her eyes burned with the desire she’d been trying to hide.

“No.”

“But we want to,” she said. “ You want to.”

“Yes.” Fuck it, but he couldn’t lie about that. His body wanted her so damn much it was vibrating. He wanted to tell her he’d watched her, almost had his mouth on her breast, and stroked himself off so many times to thoughts of her and her moans.

“Then why not let me remember that?”

Heat flooded his body. “I can’t. This. Us. It’s not possible.”

“I keep dreaming of you. It’s... becoming painful.” She shook her head. “Did you do that to me?”

Desire overwhelmed him.

Oliver wanted to throw her on the bed and fuck her till she shook from the dozen or so orgasms he’d give her.

“No. I don’t know why that’s happening,” he replied honestly. “I’m sorry. It’s the same for me.”

Her eyes flew open.

“My body wants to fuck you more than any man I’ve ever met. This is so fucked up. Half the time I can’t remember and it’s all fuzzy.”

God, he needed her to stop talking and yet he couldn’t let go of her.

He let out a groan.

“Let me go,” she said, and he saw her nipples were hard under the fabric of her dress.

“Tell me your panties are not wet, and I’ll let you go.”

“You know they are.”

Fuck.

“Tell me not to touch you,” he growled.

She released a small moan and beneath his hands, he felt her body weaken. He gripped her arms tighter.

“Piper,” he said.

“What is wrong with me?” Another moan escaped. “You need to go.”

He did, but he couldn’t walk away now. He had to touch her, taste her, and hear her sounds of pleasure because of his body. Maybe if they fucked just once, this need would disappear.

“Tell me you want this,” he ground out.

“I need this. God damn you.”

Fuck, so did he. So fucking bad he could barely breathe.

Oliver pulled her against his chest and slammed his lips down on hers. Their mouths opened to one another, and his brain exploded with a million senses. She was all sweetness and forbidden lust, and he knew this was wrong, but he wasn’t stopping. They pulled at each other’s clothing and fabric flew everywhere. The control he had on his vampire strength was only just kept at bay.

Lifting her, he carried her to the edge of the bed and kneeled between her legs, tugging her panties aside. “Fuck, I’ve been dying to do this for so long.”

He stared at the wet pink flesh before him and licked his lips. Piper arched, palming her hands on the mattress behind her, and pressed her pussy into his face. “Yes, my God. Lick me please.”

Oh, he was going to do way more than that.

He slid her panties down and lifted her legs onto his shoulders, then tugged her hips to his face and sucked her entire pussy into his mouth.

“Godddd,” she cried out.

Fuck, she tasted like sweet naughtiness if that could ever be a flavor. He lapped and licked, sucking on her clit while reaching for one of her breasts. Leaning up, he took one in his mouth, his fingers circling her nub as she panted and moaned.

“Oliver.”

He looked up at her. “Do you want my cock first or do you want to come on my face?”

“Everything. All of it.”

He sucked the other nipple, pressing two fingers into her.

“Oh, God.”

In and out, his fingers glided, his suction increasing on her nipple. His thumb found her clit and pressed, circling it as their eyes remained connected.

Pop.

Her nipple left his mouth and his tongue teased it. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

“Mmphhhf.”

He grinned, lowered back to her pussy, and pushed her down on the bed. He lifted her ass off the bed and spread her legs wide.

“Good girl. Open up and show me all of you.”

“Jesus Christ.” She cried out as her body trembled under his touch.

All the pent-up desire for him was right at his fingertips, and he was going to make sure she was pleasured before he left.

“I want you to come on my fingers as I taste all this gorgeous juice.” Oliver fucked her with his fingers, watching her pussy pulsing. When his thumb nudged at her rear and his tongue lapped at her clit, she screamed out her first orgasm.

He stood and unzipped his pants.

When she sat, he gripped her jaw. “I want to see my cock in your mouth.”

She immediately parted her lips, and he pressed inside. He threw his head back and loudly cursed.

Oh, yes.

His hand took over, and he reached down, palming a breast. “Touch yourself.”

“Where?” She spoke around his flesh.

“Touch your pussy as you suck me.” When she did, he nearly came in her mouth. Watching her fingers spread through her pussy as her other hand slid up and down his shaft with her mouth following was pure pleasure.

He pulled out moments later, wanting to last until he got inside her.

“This is where you get to say no.” He lay her back on the bed. He planted a hand on the sheet beside her head and waited.

“Yes or no. Ten seconds.” She wrapped her legs around his hips and his cock pressed against the heat of her wet and open pussy. She was primed and ready for him to slip inside.

He waited for her words. But they didn’t come. Instead she smiled hazily at him, and arched, taking his head inside her cunt.

Fuck. He hissed, feeling the roar of heat around his cock.

“Piper,” he growled. He had to get her consent.

“Yes, Oliver, fuck me.”

He cursed and thrust into her inch by inch, as her hot channel wrapped around his cock and her fingers dug into his arms. It was more than he had imagined. So much damn more.

“God, you are so fucking tight and hot.” He pulled back and then pressed in deeper each time. When he was completely buried inside her, their eyes locked.

“Oliver.” She gasped suddenly.

“You okay?” he asked, slowing.

“No.”

He froze.

“What?” He lifted up a little higher on his arms.

“This feels...” Her hands dug into his shoulders. “Different.”

“Sore different?”

She shook her head. He had no idea what was wrong.

“What? Fucking talk to me.” He pressed her. “Do you want me to stop?”

Please don’t say stop. Though he would, if that’s what she wanted.

“No. Move. I need.... just keep going,” Piper pleaded.

Keep going?

Her eyes filled, and he began to wonder if he’d broken her mind more than he realized. As his hips moved again, a fire spread up his spine, and desire burned so hot he thought he’d come right there and then.

Piper clenched around him while her hands roamed over his skin, driving him to the edge. When her mouth met his again, Oliver let go. His brain switched off and he became aware only of the delicious pleasure they were creating with their bodies.

Her hands, her mouth, her tongue. Her pussy. He felt her all.

Oliver lifted her on top of him, giving her free rein to ride him. She tossed her head around, rubbing her own clit, gasping when he took hold of her sizeable breasts.

She was a goddess.

Oliver thrust up into her, taking hold of her hips. He had an overwhelming need to pleasure this female like no other.

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Her mouth gaped as he sat up, tugged her knees up, and then cupped her ass.

“Lean back,” he instructed and, when she did, her back hit his knees. Then he began to lift her up and down his cock while his fingers pressed against her rear entrance.

“Oh, fuck,” she cried. Their faces were so close he could breathe in her gasps.

“Let go baby, let go and feel it all.”

And fucked if his cock wasn’t on fire as their bodies slapped noisily together. Up and down, he moved her over his swollen and thick cock.

“Oh, God, Oliver,” Piper screamed. Her body clenched around him, her eyes losing focus as his orgasm struck like a goddamn Mack truck.

“Piper, fuck!”

Jeeeesus.

He dropped his legs and her knees fell open, then she collapsed on his chest.

It was then Oliver realized his plan hadn’t worked.

He wanted more of her.

So much more.

And yeah, he wasn’t wiping these memories. Not for all the money in the world.