Her Perfect Pleasure

“It’ll be okay,” he said. “I’ll take care of everything.”

“Yes,” she whispered and her breath was like perfume.

They fell into his bed. A California king with sheets that brushed soft as sin against his suddenly naked skin. Carter throbbed with want to protect her and to possess her. Both impulses burned through him and scorched away every piece of reluctance he might have had before.

Her bare skin was a balm to everything that hurt; her kisses tasted of the most sacred of elixirs. With each touch of his hands on her skin, poetic nonsense invaded Carter’s head. He couldn’t think, could only feel.

He should stop. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t what she needed.

But she writhed against him, the most sensual and passionate woman he’d ever been with. “Yes, Carter...” Her tight body welcomed him. “Yes. Love me. Make everything else go away.”

Yes. God, yes.

Jade panted into his open mouth. Her legs wrapped around his waist.

Her agonized sobs turned into cries of pleasure. She moaned his name. “You’re perfect...Carter. So perfect.” Her hand settled on his chest, over his heart, as they moved together. She threw her head back, baring her long throat. A smile curved her lips. “Yes!”

Yes, their pleasure was perfect.

His body moving firm and hot inside her, Carter reached for Jade’s face. But his hand passed through her cheek.

Her smile fell away. “Carter?”

Suddenly, he couldn’t feel her around his sex anymore. He could see her, but couldn’t touch. She kept disappearing, piece after piece. “No!” she sobbed out.

“Jade!”

As she disappeared around him, Carter’d never felt so helpless in his life.

He screamed out his frustration, grabbing desperately for her but his hand passed through her body again and again. He was losing everything.

Jade’s sobs got louder. She trembled like she was ready to fall apart, but Carter couldn’t touch her, couldn’t comfort her anymore.

“Jade! Stay!”

But she didn’t. Her body faded away until only her sobs lingered in the air, ripping into his ears like knives.

* * *

The jolt of the plane hitting the runway yanked Carter from the dream.

He hissed and jerked upright, opened his eyes in time to see the woman next to him give him a faintly worried glance. The pain faded. Sound drained away. But his body remained on edge and faintly aroused.

Just like always.

Ten years of having the dream and it was still as powerful as ever. The panic and regret that came with it were things he could happily live without. But he didn’t know how to get rid of the dream, or those feelings.

A deep breath in. A deep breath out.

Okay. Enough of this. His body still felt heavy and in need of sleep, but that was too bad. He had work to do.

Carter’s phone vibrated when he turned it on. A single message from Kingsley had come in during the five-hour flight.

Got in touch with the firm you suggested. We got lucky they took our call outside office hours. Their chief strategist will be in my office when you get here.

His brother didn’t waste any time...

Other than that, only one new business emergency had come up. Plus, an update from Kingsley’s fiancée about the engagement party the whole family was expected to attend. He sent his assistant the details so she could keep him on track.

As soon as the aircraft door opened and he was free to go, Carter nodded to his neighbor and left with his single piece of carry-on luggage. The patience to wait for bags to arrive at the luggage carousal just wasn’t in him. Not to mention, he wasn’t often anywhere long enough to need more than a change of clothes, his laptop and cell phone.

He wound his way through the airport to the curbside. A scant three minutes later, a black town car pulled up and the driver slid down the passenger-side window.

“Mr. Diallo?”

He nodded and barely moved toward the car before the driver leaped out, a woman in a crisp dark uniform, and opened the door for him.

“Thank you,” he said, but she was already back in the driver’s seat and pulling away from the curb.

During the drive, he checked his messages again. His assistant, who was worth her weight in gold and rubies, scheduled the meeting with Kingsley in the early afternoon. This gave Carter enough time to head home, shower, change and take care of some urgent business for his own firm. The situation with Jaxon was urgent but no one was about to keel over.

While he took care of these basic things, the chauffeur waited.

They made good time to the office and Carter offered the woman a tip, which she respectfully refused before driving away from the thirty-story Miami high-rise that housed the Diallo Corporation and a few other interests the family owned.

When he walked into the building, it felt like home. More so than the three-thousand-square-foot house he’d recently bought on Hibiscus Island.

He’d been coming to the building since he was a kid, always eager to see what magical things the lab came up with or find out firsthand what kept his parents away from home so much. Now that he knew the ins and outs of the business that kept five of the thirteen Diallo siblings employed, he half wished he hadn’t been so eager to throw his childhood away just to satisfy his curiosity.

His parents had taken that curiosity for interest in running the family business, and once it had been established that he had no interest in arm wrestling the title and pain in the butt of being CEO away from Kingsley, they’d slotted him into the next best or possibly worst job. Company fixer aka CSO, chief security officer. A title he was convinced they’d made up.

It didn’t matter to them that he already had his own security firm, his own employees. They were Jamaican. For them, it was perfectly normal, even expected, to have more than one job.

The elevator doors chimed and slid open.

Carter took it to the top floor and walked into his brother’s office after knocking once and waiting a few seconds past the “Come in.” He’d accidentally barged into enough sex-at-the-office scenarios by various members of his family with their significant others to last him a lifetime.

“You work fast, Kingsley.” He closed the door behind him with a click.

God, he was tired. But sleep would have to wait.

“We don’t have time to waste.” Kingsley greeted Carter with a grin despite the seriousness of what they needed to discuss. After a few quick keystrokes, Kingsley stood up and hugged Carter, gave him the manly slap on the back.

“Trust me. I understand,” Carter said.

He was so focused on his brother that he didn’t notice the other figure in the large office until he caught movement from the corner of his eye.

Right. The head of the California-based PR firm. Damn, he must have been more tired than he thought.

Carter turned with his hand held out to shake. “Carter Diallo,” he said automatically, expecting a middle-aged white man. But he froze as a slender hand clasped his.

“We’ve already met,” the PR chief said in a particularly expressionless voice. The corners of a familiar pair of lips curved up in a humorless smile. “Jade Tremaine, in case you’ve forgotten.”

Chapter 2

Carter Diallo was huge.

His shoulders easily filled the doorway of his brother’s office, and his presence was immense and intimidating. The impression of overwhelming strength was only made even more so by his expressionless face. He looked more like an enforcer than the CSO Jade knew he was. Thick muscles were apparent even under the sleek Tom Ford suit; his hair was perfectly and precisely cut—he was the very embodiment of class and power.

His face was still the same, though. At least his eyes were: that peculiar mix of hyperconfidence and authority that hadn’t seemed to match the slender boy Jade knew in college but now seemed perfect for the giant who just walked through Kingsley Diallo’s door.

No, this wasn’t the man she knew in college. His effect on her equilibrium was worse. She swallowed and barreled ahead on the course she’d chosen when she first found out they would be doing business together.

“Jade Tremaine, in case you’ve forgotten,” she said, carefully shielding her emotions from him.

His eyebrow, dark and perfectly sculpted, rose as he clasped her hand in a perfectly respectable handshake.

For such a muscled, hypermacho-looking man, he was incredibly well-groomed. His brows manicured, skin smooth and exfoliated. She couldn’t remember if that was all natural or if he took as much care with his looks as she did with hers.

Looking at him, her nerves jangled all over the place. Although she’d prepared herself for Carter Diallo, just seeing him in the flesh after ten years obliterated everything from her memory except the taste of his lips.

She’d seen Carter’s last name on everything, from the first email contact to the massive sign and logo on top of the building his family owned, even the transfer of her agency’s fee in their account. But somehow she’d thought—hoped!—it was all a coincidence.

Until Carter walked in the door, older and even more gorgeous than ever.

She hated herself for noticing.

Kingsley had a large glassed-in office. Anyone inside could see out but no one could see in. So she saw Carter coming in from the elevator, watched him exchange a few words with Kingsley’s assistant before striding with a confident, bow-legged stride toward the door. Though she’d been in the middle of a conversation with the older Diallo, Jade had turned away, flustered, to root around in her briefcase on some pretense or other. When Carter came in, he didn’t see her face right away. She made sure of it.

And now...

“Not at all,” he said in response to her ridiculous statement, and she immediately saw his brother take note, a shifting of the expression on his face.

But, ever the professional that Jade had known him to be in the few hours they’d known each other, Kingsley said nothing.

Carter unbuttoned his suit jacket and took a seat at the oval conference table at the far end of the spacious office like he was the one who’d called the meeting. In a way, he had, she supposed.

“Did Kingsley tell you what this is about?” He glanced briefly at his brother which was Kingsley’s cue to join him at the table, apparently.

Kingsley gestured toward a seat at the table and waited for Jade to sit down before sinking into one of the sinfully comfortable leather chairs.

“Yes, he gave me the details.” She put the folder she’d pulled from her briefcase on the table and tapped it with a long mocha-lacquered fingernail. “Your little brother hasn’t been acting in the best interests of the company lately. His behavior will negatively impact the IPO offering.” Jade pulled a few key sheets of paper from the folder and passed them to the two men. “Here’s all the information I put together on him.”

When Corrie, her assistant and the one handling the day-to-day workings of the firm while she was in Miami, called her and said Diallo Corporation was looking for a professional fixer, she’d been shocked. But jumped on it right away. Diallo was big business and it was only luck—bad or good, she wasn’t sure yet—that had her in Miami this week.

Her parents’ sudden deaths in a car accident yanked her from the safety and distance of her San Diego home back to Miami where she’d been mostly miserable. Or too ignorant to realize she’d been miserable. She hadn’t talked to her parents in years and although her first impulse was to hand everything over to a professional to deal with, Corrie had cornered her the afternoon after she found out about the accident and basically guilted her into jumping on a plane.

Jade arrived in Miami in time for the meticulously planned funeral—her parents had been so thorough with their own arrangements, she’d hardly had to do anything—and hadn’t been at all surprised by the service’s sparse attendance. The ten or so people gathered around the caskets seemed more intent on avoiding each other’s eyes than mourning Isaac and Abigail Tremaine.

Jade included.

Resentment was too strong a word for what she felt for her parents. It had mostly been apathy, especially after the way they’d treated her when she was in college. Even with Corrie bullying her, Jade didn’t want to deal with her parents’ funeral, their estate, the murky pool of unsorted emotion in her chest. She didn’t want to deal with any of it.

So, it had been a blessing, she thought, when she got the call about the Diallo Corporation’s interest. Sitting in front of the lawyer and painfully discussing her parents’ last wishes, she’d practically jumped for joy when her cell phone rang. Now she wasn’t so sure if any of this could be called a blessing.

With her escape from the lawyer’s office at the forefront of her mind, she’d done the quick research on the problem—boy genius Jaxon Diallo’s general tactlessness and extremely bad taste in women—printed the information she thought she would need for the quickly arranged meeting and just shown up.

Now she wasn’t sure what was worse. Dealing with the lawyer telling her that her parents had always wished for her to forgive them and return home, or facing the man who’d shattered her heart into a million pieces ten years ago.

A tough choice.

“Damn, I wish Jaxon would learn a little more discretion,” Kingsley said, dragging Jade’s mind back from the past. “Pillow talk doesn’t have to include your idea for a million-dollar app your casual screw can later blackmail you about.”

“This isn’t exactly blackmail,” she pointed out. “This girl just wants to ruin him, no compensation necessary.”

Across the table, Carter flipped through the papers Jade had passed to him, frown lines creasing his brow.

“This is blatant bull,” Carter said drily. “Jaxon is a lot of things, but he’s not a thief. The first app he created made millions. It’s doing better than the one this girl claims to have had the idea for.”

“Unfortunately, in this instance, truth doesn’t matter. This girl—” Jade flipped through the file for her name “—Nessa Bannon, looks great on camera and has something to say about the so-called rich playboy who stole her idea and just plain took advantage of her. The world is practically salivating to get more of her story.”

Within a matter of hours, social media had latched on to the few details Nessa Bannon tossed out there. The fires were being lit to roast Jaxon Diallo alive, and his family’s reputation along with him. Not good news as far as the IPO was concerned.

“We need to shut all that down. Fast.” Kingsley steepled his fingers. “Which is why we’re here this afternoon—”

“Instead of in Las Vegas, enjoying the showgirls and casinos,” Carter grumbled.

“Is that what we pulled you away from?” Kingsley didn’t sound sorry, showing instead a brotherly lack of care about the relaxation he’d taken Carter away from.

Not that Jade cared that much either but neither one was her brother.

“That damn kid...” Carter muttered across from her. The tightness at the corners of his eyes betrayed his worry.

For what, Jade couldn’t tell. The IPO? The scorned woman lashing out at a man she thought betrayed her? His lost all-you-can-eat Vegas buffet?

“I’m sure you’ve had your share of romantic roadkill from back in your younger days.” She arched an eyebrow at him. Jade didn’t have any proof but she mentally put a point on her side of the game when Carter flinched.

But he didn’t stay down for long. “You already have the details of our planned IPO offering and about Jaxon and this mess. Do you think you can help us? Be honest. If it’s too much, let us know and we’ll find someone else.”

It was like he’d thrown down a gauntlet, and the glint in his eyes told Jade he knew exactly what he was doing. But what he asked wasn’t impossible. Of course, she could help them.

The situation had the potential to be an easy fix but she could also see why Carter had lobbed this potential bomb into her lap. The last thing the Diallo family wanted to do was seem like they were covering for an opportunist who stole from a girl trying to do better for herself.

Nessa Bannon was raised poor, was now working to pay her own way through college, and had an Instagram account filled with gorgeous selfies and intimate details of her everyday life, including her desire to get into fashion one day. Obviously, a beautiful and driven girl.

Jaxon, at barely nineteen years old, was a proven genius and already one of the leading minds in tech. A young and very attractive member of the superrich Diallo family of Miami, he had every advantage growing up. Good schools, resources, people paving the way for his success.

Which of these nineteen-year-olds was more likely to have come up with the idea for the million-dollar app in question? The answer was clear.

But news bites were everything. The right set of headlines read by the right people could crush the Diallos’ dreams of taking their company public at a profit.

Jade wouldn’t let that happen, though.

She closed the manila in front of her. “Yes, I can take care of this.”

Kingsley leaned back with a relieved smile. “That’s usually Carter’s line. But I’m glad you have the same amount of confidence as my brother.” He flicked a smile Carter’s way.

Oh really? Jade flashed both of them her teeth. “More,” she said. “I have much more confidence than Carter. After all, you guys came to me, right?”

“Lord, not another one!” Kingsley rolled his eyes but he was smiling. “At least when you two get this thing sorted out, I can save myself the trouble and just thank you both at the same time.”

What? “Both?”

“Yes. It’s your call how you handle this but I need you to work closely with Carter on it. He knows what the company is doing. And he knows the family. He’ll be your shadow while you handle this.”

Just great. She clenched her teeth but managed a smile. “Sounds good.”

“Perfect!” Kingsley glanced at his watch then clapped his hands once. “Now, I need my office back. I have a very important lunch date in about five minutes.”

Just then, the intercom buzzed on his desk phone. “Ms. Palmer-Mitchell is here to see you, Mr. Diallo.”

“Ah, she’s early.” His face lit up like the sun.

If this was a business meeting, Jade would eat her blue Manolo Blahniks. She lazily swung her foot, wearing said shoe, and watched the door to see who would come in.

“Send her right in, Charmaine.” Like a kid expecting Santa Claus, Kingsley hopped up from the conference table and opened the door in time for a slender woman with wide eyes and amazing skin to walk through it. She carried a picnic basket.

“Am I early?” she asked.

“No. You are exactly on time.” Kingsley pressed a kiss to her cheek, just within breathing distance of her lush mouth, and although it should have been chaste and sweet, the passion between the two of them practically scorched Jade where she stood.

Okay then. Time to make her own exit.

“I’ll leave you two to your lunch meeting,” Carter said with fond laughter in his voice while Jade held herself back from making any sort of comment. After all, she’d just met Kingsley.

“I’ll be in touch,” she said, briefcase in hand, and headed for the open door. She deftly avoided shaking Carter’s hand again, walking the long way around the conference table just so she wouldn’t have to.

She knew she’d made a mistake when she saw Carter move up behind her. With every breath, she was aware of him following her.

For such a big man, his footsteps were light, nearly silent. Her shoulders prickled and smoky desire woke in her belly, twining its way between her legs then up through her breasts, her throat, her very fingertips. Jade quivered from the familiar longing.

Dammit. And she’d only been in the same room with him for an hour. She needed to get out of this building. Fast.

“Before you leave, let’s have a quick talk in my office,” he rumbled in his deep voice and she could practically feel his breath at the back of her neck.

Do we have to? She shoved down that whiny part of herself and clasped both hands tight around the handle of the briefcase. If this were any other man, Jade would tell him where to shove his offer of a conversation. But this wasn’t any man, this was Carter, and he was now a client.

“Lead the way.”

Outside the door, she paused for him to walk ahead of her.

“My office is just down there to the left,” he said, voice bland. “My name is on the door.”

Jade almost rolled her eyes. Of course it was.

He stepped ahead of her and she followed him, trying her best to keep her eyes at shoulder level, or at least on his back. But with her eyes on his back she saw clearly just how well he had filled out since college. His shoulders were so very broad, and his hips narrow.

Although she had never fooled herself into thinking she was over him the minute he walked out the door and left her ten years ago, she didn’t realize his presence would affect her so strongly, or so soon. Her body’s traitorous response triggered a hot flush of fury.

Ahead of her, he opened a door identical to the one that guarded Kingsley’s office. His assistant, a capable woman with purple hair and multiple piercings, greeted him with words Jade didn’t pay much attention to. After a few moments of conversation, he left his assistant behind and guided Jade deeper into the space that was obviously all his.

He closed the door behind them. For all of its magnificent view of Miami, the glittering water of Biscayne Bay, the amazing blue skyline littered with white puffy clouds, the office was very plain. He obviously didn’t spend much time there.

A spotless and bare mahogany desk sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. The leather chair in front of it seemed comfortable and brand-new. The long conference table identical to Kingsley’s looked unused. And that was all.

Jade spent a few precious seconds wondering where he spent his time before common sense came back to her. Then she let her anger handle the rest.

With the door closed between them and the rest of the world, she stopped being polite.

“What do you want, Carter?”

At first he didn’t say anything. He just leaned back against his desk and watched her. His look was intent and hawkish, like he was just eating her up with his eyes. It was unnerving, and unexpected. Only years of doing business with some of the most frightening people in the world stopped Jade from squirming.

“It’s good to see you again, Jade,” he said in his basement-deep voice.

I will not react, she told herself. I will not react.

But it was useless. Back in college, she’d always been surprised by the low voice coming from such a skinny guy. The depth of his voice definitely matched his personality. Even then, he had been stable, reliable and so sure of himself. He handled every situation that came at him with a maturity surprising for someone that young.

At least that was what Jade realized now.

Most twenty-year-old guys didn’t possess the maturity to get other college students to calm down and keep the situation peaceful. They didn’t know how to effortlessly get girls to trust them and not take advantage of that trust by taking them to bed.

It’s good to see you again, Jade, Carter had said. Did he really think so?

“I don’t see anything good about this, Carter.”

At least she didn’t want to. Ten years should’ve been long enough for her to forget about what happened between them and move on. But apparently, she was as stuck in the past as her parents had been.

“I came back to Berkeley and you were gone,” he said, immediately facing the elephant between them.

“Funny. I dropped by your room the day after we had sex and you were gone.” She tipped an eyebrow at him. “A little difference there.” If he wanted to talk, then dammit, they would talk. She took a seat in the sofa and put her briefcase next to her. “When did you come back to campus? A few days later? A week?” She knew the answer was neither because, fool that she had been, she waited even longer to hear from him.