Private Eyes

Private Eyes

Marva Dale

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2017 Marva Dale

Prologue

Fear!

He loved the look of it, the way it registered in their eyes, those big, wide, limpid eyes of fear. Oh yes, he could see their fear, and he could smell it, too. It always radiated from their pores like fresh death, obliterating their perfumes, deodorants and feminine hygiene products. Then he could taste and touch the fear as he gripped their necks and squeezed.

The bitches, of course, deserved it. They would taunt him mercilessly with the way they talked, sang, danced or laughed. Every move was meant to entice and excite him; and they sought him out in the crowd, just so they could play him with their provocative bodies. Yes, they taunted him so mercilessly and cruelly that he had to act.

The one he chose tonight had been flirting with him. Oh sure, she pretended to flirt with the guy behind the bar, even to give him a kiss when they brought out his birthday cake at midnight. As soon as the bartender blew out his candles, she gave him another kiss, this one longer and deeper. He thought she would never come up for air. When she finally broke away, she looked directly at him, and then he knew that kiss had been meant for him. So, he would take all that she had to give. He already knew that she got off of work at two and usually walked home from the club. Now he had only to set the stage for the seduction…

While he waited, he remembered her kiss, the way her lips parted slightly, lips full and glossy, the color and texture of ripe berries. He knew they would be sweet to the taste, too; sweet and warm and soft. In fact, he could almost feel, smell and taste them…all before the fear began. And then, unfortunately, when he was through, those lovely lips would be cold and dead.

Chapter One

After he put the champagne on ice and lowered the lights, Jerry Seevers wondered if he should light a fire as well. After all, he had a fireplace that barely saw any use. It seemed a waste, actually. How many chilly nights did they get in San Antonio? He couldn’t recall the last cold spell to cross southern Texas, or even if they had one in the past ten years or so. But since the fireplace came with the condo, he regarded it as a structural embellishment.

Music! They needed music. Jerry quickly went over to his entertainment center and rifled through his CD collection. Of course, he had no idea what kind of music Elvira liked, and he had everything, from Elvis Presley to Usher, from Barbra Streisand to Lil Kim. In the end, he chose Michael Bublé, Taylor Swift and the Foo Fighters, figuring that short of a sultry, hot Barry White album, the Bublé-Swift-Foos collection would make good screwing music.

And here I am, Jerry thought, about to screw my boss’ wife! Of course, Elvira was more than just the wife of Marshall Broderick, senior partner of the Spalding-Broderick Creative Group. She was the goddess Venus, Helen of Troy, and a Playboy fantasy all rolled into one, a very hot commodity. When Marshall found her, she had been competing in the 1996 Olympics as a gymnast for Romania. She received both a bronze medal and an invitation to stay in the country. Marshall went right to work securing her a Visa and then a two-carat engagement ring. They married within a year. Of course, Elvira Broderick, née Marinescu, came in a gorgeous, tall, svelte package with legs that didn’t quit. Jerry fantasized about what she could do with those legs, and he wouldn’t mind at all if she wanted to squeeze the life out of him while in the throes of passion.

Now, he hoped that Marshall wouldn’t miss his wife after she snuck out of their party. The Broderick’s little soirée had been thrown to celebrate the landing of a major, multi-million dollar account, and one in which Jerry helped to secure as both creative director and media buyer for the company. Of course, all his hard work had taken its toll, and he had politely bowed out around ten o’clock. Now, close to midnight, he felt a renewed rush of energy, thanks to that little blue pill, a genuine pharmaceutical miracle for every guy needing a decent erection.

When he cellphone rang, Jerry felt a prick of anxiety and maybe even guilt. Of all the people to call him this late…he just hoped it wasn’t Marshall. Instead, he heard Elvira’s low, dusky voice as she informed him that she stood just behind his front door. Still on the phone, he quickly opened up and welcomed her in.

You are a bad, bad boy, she purred into her phone, her Balkan accent as sexy as she. As Elvira spoke, she gave him a sly look beneath smoky eyelids. What am I to do with you?

Jerry lowered his phone and grinned. Oh, I’m sure we can come up with a suitable punishment. In the meantime… He went over to the sofa table where the champagne chilled in the ice bucket. How about a drink?

Yum, champagne, my favorite!

Did you have a hard time finding my place?

I have that GPS feature, darling. I can find anything. Elvira drove a fully-equipped Mercedes sedan in soft metallic gold. Throwing both her phone and purse on a nearby chair, she came over to join him.

She wore a rain coat even though it was a clear night and still warm for early October. Besides the coat, she came with a pair of high heels that made her taller still. She looked down on her host with a bemused look. Even if I didn’t, I would find you no matter what. With a quick flick of her fingers, she undid the coat belt and opened the lapels, wide enough to give him a sensational view of her lithe figure still clad in her evening gown of shimmering ecru satin. The neckline swept down to reveal the valley of her breasts while stopping just below her navel. With each breath she took, her lovely bosom swelled and undulated beneath the fabric.

Jerry could almost picture her rose-hued and turgid nipples, set in plump areolas. But in the process, he almost dropped the champagne bottle as the cork popped and shot up to the ceiling. He quickly recovered. Ah, um, how did you manage to sneak out of the house?

I have my ways. As the party wound down and our guests began to leave, I told Marshall I had a horrible headache and had to lay down for awhile. He knows not to bother me in my room when I’m feeling bad. So while he smooched with some of his clients in the billiards room, I slipped out the back entrance.

I think you mean schmooze. Jerry tried to concentrate on pouring champagne into two flutes.

She frowned. What is the difference?

Smooch means to kiss, and schmooze means to talk informally, you know, shoot the bull.

Such American slang! I don’t know if I will ever get the hang of it. Elvira giggled and playfully walked her fingers up his arm. You will have to teach me the right words. But in the meantime, let’s not shoot the bull, but bring our bulls together for a smooch. Is that right?

Close enough. Caught off-balance again, Jerry inched away and changed the subject. I gather you have your own bedroom.

She threw her coat on a neighboring chair. Oh, yes. In fact, I have my own suite, sitting room and bath. I enjoy my privacy. The Brodericks lived in the fashionable and exclusive Linda Vista Country Club exurb, their home a federal-style mansion in the tradition of Monticello. Even Thomas Jefferson would be impressed with its façade of red brick and white Corinthian pillars. Inside, the house featured a media room, a home gym, a Swedish sauna, and a hot tub big enough to hold a party. Outside, the back yard offered a ten-meter swimming pool, a guest house, and a large garden area divided into several botanical themes: English rose, Japanese bonsai and Southwestern desert.

He handed her a glass of champagne. I like my privacy, too. But in this case, I think we can share a few private moments together.

I’ll drink to that! She flipped off one heel and then the other; and when Jerry took a seat on the sofa, she nestled beside him. So here is to us, Elvira murmured as the rim of their glasses touched, two consenting adults who value their privacy and private moments together.

I’ll second the motion. After they both took a sip, he smiled. I have to say you looked absolutely gorgeous tonight, the prettiest gal at the party.

Same to you. After another giggle, she donned a smile brimming with astute appreciation. "I mean, you were the most handsome man there. Why did you change out of your tux?"

He glanced down at his crimson velvet smoking jacket, a Christmas gift from his brother who insisted that every urbane gentleman should own one, whether he smoked or not. Beneath it, Jerry wore silk pajama bottoms, and completed his casual but debonair outfit with a pair of leather slippers. Both the jacket and silk P.J.s made appearances for special occasions only, and he figured this was as special a time as any. Sorry, but I wanted us to be comfortable. I put the monkey suit back in the closet until I need it again. Hopefully, that won’t be for another year.

Ah, but you still look sexy, just as you did at the party tonight.

He hoped he didn’t blush like a school kid. Why, thank you. That’s quite a compliment.

I meant every word. Elvira leaned forward and set her barely-touched champagne glass on the table. Then cuddling up to him again, she captured Jerry’s gaze with her own smoldering look and slowly took the flute from his hand. I think you must be handsome no matter what you wear. Of course, I’m willing to bet you look even more magnificent in just your birthday suit.

Well then...uh, we should find out.

Yes we should.

Still holding his rapt attention, she tried to place the glass on the table but ended up dropping it on the carpet instead. The boss’ wife let out a throaty and carefree laugh. Oh well! The drinking and compliments are over! Now show me your bedroom.

Jerry gulped. At least she was direct. Okay, big guy, this is it! He would either come through with flying colors or flop completely. For a split second, he wondered if Elvira had felt the same way just before she performed her gymnastics routine in front of thousands of people and all those judges. And even though he didn’t have an audience and, thankfully, a panel of judicators, he still felt that same acute pressure. Performance anxiety they called it. Oh well, he couldn’t turn back now, especially since the pill had kicked in the moment Elvira had entered his apartment…

Without a word, he took her hand and led her down the short hall to the master bedroom. Instead of turning on the overhead light, he left her at the doorway and hurried over to turn on his bedside lamp. Well, he announced, this is it.

Very masculine, she noted as she surveyed the room with its Danish modern furniture and bold colors of greens and browns, stripes and solids. I like it. Did you do it yourself or did you have a decorator?

Jerry hated to admit that his mother had shown up one day with linens and accessories from K Mart. Um, yeah, I had a decorator come in and pull all the pieces and colors together. I told her price was no object, but that I needed to have the right ambience.

Your own feng shui, right? Well, it works for you. She pointed to the window, framed in chestnut tweed drapes. Do you have a good view?

It looks down on San Pedro Park.

At least you have something to look at besides the traffic. She started towards him. Now, turn off the light.

After he did so, she took the lapels of his robe and pulled him forward until her pelvis joined his. The faint light from the street lamps filtered through the glass, giving both the room and the couple a romantic glow. It’s not that I’m shy, she admitted, but we wouldn’t want any peeping toms to spoil our fun.

I can pull the curtains, he suggested as she teased his groin with a slow sway.

Not now, she whispered. Her mouth sought his for their first kiss. He savored her taste and feel, her lips like rose petals with a dewy coat of liquor, sweet to eat, but also insistent as she nipped and bit with her own growing urgency. Opening his mouth to her probing tongue, Jerry cupped her face. Elvira possessed a delicate chin, fine cheekbones and expressive eyes beneath sculpted brows. He loved the way her eyes changed color, from dazzling sapphires to the subtle hue of the sky just before dusk. And her gaze often reflected both a roguish and exotic bent. Most of the time, she wore her ginger-brown hair loose; but occasionally, like tonight, she had pinned it up in a chignon with tendril curls caressing her long neck.

He always noticed her hair every time she came into the office. In fact, that was how their attraction began, with just an innocent comment about the shine of her luxurious waves. Jerry also liked the extra highlights her beautician had put in; and when he complimented her new hairstyle, Elvira gave him not only a lusty run of her tongue along her lips but a look steeped in smoldering passion. From then on it had been a play of words and glances between them, coquettish, flirtatious play, but with deep undertones of wanting each other. And now, tonight, they were going to act upon those desires.

With a soft moan, she tore at the sash of his robe until she had it open. Then, after he shrugged it off, she ran her fingers through his dark chest curls and across the smooth, hard plane of his abdomen. Jerry had returned to the gym after a lengthy absence and began weight lifting again. Thankfully, his forced dedication had paid off with a vast improvement in his muscle tone. Elvira obviously enjoyed his newly-restored taut body, too. Her hands couldn’t get enough of touching and caressing his chest, arms and shoulders.

Oh, baby, he murmured against her lips, his momentum running at full speed. Let’s take off our clothes and get into bed.

Ooh, yes, yes, darling boy.

As they stepped apart, he watched her strip, fascinated. She had her dress up and over her head now, all the while swaying her tight little body in a seductive rhythm. She wore no bra, only a black satin thong that she now slowly pulled down her thighs. Then, allowing the little piece of fabric to fall to her feet, she stepped out of it and flung it aside with her big toe. For the party, she had received a complete manicure and pedicure, all of her nails painted in metallic caramel. In the muted light of the bedside lamp, her skin appeared like rich cream, her breasts twin globes with the same dark, plump nipples Jerry had envisioned. Her tawny patch of pubic hair had been waxed to a thin strip, a cosmetic necessity when she wore bikini-cut bathing suits.

Reaching out, she tugged and released the waist string of his pajamas. The fabric gave way and rippled down his legs, but only after Elvira had stretched the waistband over his jutting erection. With a soft laugh, she kneeled and began to caress his balls, and then his shaft, glancing up twice to give him a sultry play of her lips. Jerry felt as if the floor would open up and he would fall into the chasm, but do so gratefully and effortlessly while his legs turned to rubber stumps. He had to place his hand on top of her head to remain steady, especially when she began to tease his tip with light strokes of her tongue. As soon as she stopped her torture, Elvira looked up and smiled. I wonder my love, do you have any protection? I didn’t have time to stop at the drugstore.

Oh…yeah…I think so. Jerry tried to shake off his rapture and concentrate on what she just said. Quickly flinging aside his pajama bottoms and slippers, he jumped over to his bedside table and opened the top drawer. He used the space mainly to deposit all the little junk he couldn’t find places for in other nooks and crannies, but he managed to find a four-pack of condoms, purchased not so long ago for those special occasions…like now. Grapping one of the packets, he brought it back to her.

Elvira stood again, and graciously took the little square he handed her. Jerry watched, fascinated, as she opened the pack and delicately extracted its white latex sheath. Then, with skilled fingers, she scrolled the condom over his shaft until it fitted like a second skin. She hugged him next, and allowed the covered tip of his penis to tickle her navel.

Oh, Jerry, you are so magnificent, she murmured and stroked his face. When she peered into his eyes, her own gaze danced with both excitement and desire.

Just having her here, like this, naked or not, made him stiffen even more. You…I mean, you’re not so bad yourself, lovely lady. He couldn’t wait any longer. Taking a possessive hold of her arms, he dragged her over to his bed and brought them both down on the spread with Elvira on top.

She began to tease him with playful sweeps of her pubis while she plied his brow and face with kisses. Jerry groaned with each swipe and each kiss until he could no longer endure such agonizing but tantalizing foreplay. With a swift roll of bodies, he changed positions to take back control. He began by locking her wrists above her head and bending down to feast on her breasts. She struggled for a moment, but bowed to his strength as his tongue rasped her hardened nipples.

He wanted to explore and exploit every inch of her. Releasing her hands, he started down her body to nibble and taste her soft, warm flesh. As Elvira swayed beneath him, he felt her heart beat out of control. He continued his journey, between the valley of her breasts, down her smooth stomach, and on to the soft mound of her pubis. When both his fingers and tongue uncovered her hidden, sensitive well, she erupted in a long, fevered moan.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God, Jerry! His torment had sent her skyrocketing to exquisite heights. She grabbed tufts of his hair to pull him away. Damn it, damn it, damn you! Come inside me now before I kill you!

He stopped his torture, long enough to agree. Then we’ll die together, my darling.

She eagerly opened to him as he arched over her lovely, needy body. While her legs—long and limber—clamped around his waist and brought him down, he grasped her hips and thrust inside. They began a hurried give and take, two wild waves ready to crest and then crash ashore. His blood and desire, like the rush of the ocean, pounded in his ears. Jerry dug deeper still while Elvira arched her head into the pillow and cried out in her native tongue.

Of course, he didn’t understand Romanian, but the flush of her face and the way she undulated beneath him made the interpretation easy enough. Come, oh baby, come, he responded through clenched teeth. Come to papa.

Suddenly, she gripped his face and forced his mouth down on hers. Her kisses felt incredibly hot and charged with crazed energy. He felt it rip through him like a heat-seeking missile, and his world began to spin, his senses heightened beyond belief. When she bucked against him and dug her fingers into his shoulder blades, he drove himself deeper still. She cried out again as his assault sliced through her and made her gasp for air. The more he pummeled, the more his heart pounded like a fist, bruising his rib cage.

You and me, Elvira proclaimed as she grasped his hands and knotted her fingers with his. Come with me.

Yes, oh, yes. Jerry felt his control snap like a live wire; and he gave into the madness so she could take them down together. Miraculously, she helped him stretch their wave of feted pleasure for a more satisfying ride. He had never known it could exist like this, the sudden cessation of turmoil, so that their bodies could mesh sweetly together and they could hold hands with intimate purpose—taking them down one glorious step at a time until they came together at the end.

Afterwards, as their breathing settled as close to normal as possible, he caressed her brow and took her mouth for an even slower kiss of gratitude.

Chapter Two

The blood still roared in his ears as he managed to roll to her side and give her some room to move. Instead, she cuddled up to his side and stroked his arm. Interesting, Elvira said at last. You don’t have any tattoos or piercings. I thought everybody has something.

Laughing, he shook his head. Not me! I never got into all of that. For one, I almost faint at the sight of blood. Plus, I don’t like pain. What about you?

Our gymnastics coach frowned on anything that altered our bodies. He wanted us free of extra weight, even with tattoos.

I see. You had to be pure and light on your feet. A shining star.

I suppose so, but that was a long time ago. By twenty-three, I had passed…how do you say…my prime? I’m too old now at thirty-four.

You’re hardly old, and I find you very, very attractive. He rose on his elbow and gave her body a quick, appreciative sweep. She