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Chapter 7

“Has all of the Champagne been chilled, Maurice?”

Her butler nodded, “But of course, my Lady.”

Lady Courtney Chambers hated when the chilled Champagne ran out, and they had to either wait for more to chill, or drink it warm. Maurice understood his mistress like all good butlers. Indeed, he was so good that she’d brought him with her from England.

“Thank you. Sorry, I know I’m being a bother.”

The beautiful English noblewoman walked across the vast Great Room and out onto the terrace. Ocean City was sprawled below her in all if it’s glory. A beautiful sight, especially at night. Her view for the last year. She’d moved there after her ancestral home was burned to the ground, killing her brother in that terrible inferno, and then she inherited the title and barony from him.

Robert, Robert, Robert, why couldn’t I save you?

Easy answer, but not easy for her. Her brother was criminally insane, and the family knew it. Yet her father still made him Heir and left the barony to him. Courtney wasn’t convinced that her brother hadn’t arranged their parents’ tragic accident and death. The hit and run that killed them in a London crosswalk was just two weeks after their father named him heir in his will.

As the London super heroine Firefox, she’d investigated the crime. It took her three months to get the goods on Robert, and then she confronted him at their ancestral home. He attacked her, and accidentally started the fire that burned the place down. Robert died in the fire, and she inherited as the only remaining Chambers.

If you hadn’t fought me so hard, you wouldn’t have died in the fire.

Courtney moved to America to escape the shame and pain of what her brother did. And her role in the burning down of her ancestral home. Well, also to escape the infamous British scandal sheets.

The gorgeous noblewoman fluffed a shimmering mane of fire red hair, so long and thick it looked like a cape from behind. Baby blue eyes scanned all the preparations for the pool party, which was scheduled to start in less than an hour.

“I’d best get changed.”

She paused for a moment when her eyes fell upon a certain structure down in Ocean City. The turn of the century building was the new MAAD headquarters and club house. Purchased by Chad Hatfield, and rented out to the organization he now led.

“Their stupid Dragon,” she sneered softly, lip curling as her eyes narrowed. “And Golden Dragon of the state. Disgusting.”

Her stomach pinched as a vision returned of Chad swinging his baseball bat three nights back. He hit Platinum Angel, and then stole her bikini bottoms. Counted coup yet again against a local super heroine. Got his little battle trophy to wave around like a banner.

The redhead snorted, turned on a tall stiletto heel, and marched back inside. She strode straight to her bedroom. She quickly stripped off the little black dress, moved into her vast closet/dressing room in just bra,, thongs, and heels. She selected a black bikini. Quite skimpy top, with tanga thong. It covered only half of what her undies had. Still, she smiled, quite happy with her selection and how she looked in it. The black stiletto pumps she was already wearing fit perfectly.

Courtney spent the next hour checking preparations, adjusting decor, and otherwise making a nuisance of herself. Her staff and caterers took it all in stride. She did try to not be too bothersome, but everything had to be perfect.

One of her first guests to arrive was another English ex-pat, and a local social media influencer, Tabitha T. They were college roommates back in Oxford. The two women hugged, and then Tabby introduced her to her date — Chad Hatfield. He openly looked her over with supreme confidence, and open lust. Her friend didn’t seem to notice.

“Wow, nice to, um, meet you, Chad,” she stammered, head spinning. “So, how did you two meet?”

“We met last week at a bar on the beach,” Tabby said. “He chatted me up and was so funny. What can I say, I was smitten.”

Courtney pulled herself together and escorted them out to the terrace and pool.

“The open bar is over there, and everyone is encouraged to enjoy the pool.”

All of the women came in their bathing suits at her pool parties, while the men mostly showed up dressed casually. Annoying, but she wasn’t going to call them out. Tabitha rocked a neon yellow thong one-piece with dramatic plunging neckline and matching heels.

Courtney went back inside to stare at Chad through the window. Heart hammering.

Is he here to spy on me? To case me and my home? Has he figured out I am an Amazon, or even that I am Lady?

More guests arrived, and Courtney busied herself with greeting them. Soon a nice crowd mingled around the pool and open bar. As usual, the men were so attentive, hanging on Tabby’s every accented word and giggle. Chad stayed close to her, one arm possessively around her shoulders.

Nicole arrived fifteen minutes after Tabitha and Chad. The beautiful blonde was her “celebrity writer” guest, with many of the other women fans of her romance books. She was always the most popular guest at her parties, a favorite of both men and women.

“Damn, girl, showing off much?”

The blonde wore a skimpy white string bikini and matching stiletto pumps. She practically shined in the bright sunlight.

“Tabby’s already here and she brought an unexpected date,” she said, pointing through the window at Chad.

“Is that… No.”

“I’m afraid so,” she said, shaking her head woefully. “What was I supposed to do? He’s my good friend’s date. I couldn’t call him out, much less deny him entry.”

“Do you think he suspects…”

“Yes. I’m terrified,” she said. “I don’t want MAAD coming after this persona, too.”

They watched him laughing and joking with Tabby and the other men. He looked and acted so friendly, so social. Like a normal man, yet Courtney knew Chad had an evil heart.

“Once everyone’s here, I’m going to get him alone and see how he reacts,” she said. “If he’s just a horny man, fine. But I need to know if I’m being targeted.”

“Be careful,” Nicole said, scowling at him. “I don’t trust that man one bit.”

“Felicity should be here at any time, too. Neither Ashley nor Sydney can make it tonight, but after the party we’ll get together and make plans to rescue Zephyr.” She glanced at Chad again. “And maybe figure out what we need to do about Mr. Hatfield.”

Felicity showed up in a pink string bikini to rival Nicole’s. Soon afterward everyone invited had arrived, and Courtney could relax and act as hostess. Her staff moved among the guest distributing Champagne, wine, and even beer. Most of the men hit the bar for something stronger. Soon, there was a water polo game going in the pool, both men and women involved.

Everyone was having fun. And then she noticed Chad slip inside the house.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Courtney hurried to follow, just keeping him in sight while he checked doors. He found the powder room and went in. She relaxed. He just needed to empty his bladder. But she forgot to hide before he came out, and their eyes locked.

“Courtney, isn’t it?” he said.

“Yes, and you’re Chad,” she said. “My friend’s date. So, what do you do for a living?”

“Oh, I’m kinda sorta a freelancer. Mostly politics,” he said.

So he wasn’t ready to admit what he really was.

“A freelance politician? Is that a thing in America?”

“It’s a thing,” he said, laughing. “But I might run for something in the next election cycle.”

Courtney smiled and nodded. He pressed closer, forcing her to backup until she was pressed against the wall. Right next to her open bedroom door, in fact. He glanced at the bed, before turning his full attention back on her. She could see his intentions were not honorable. That lust had returned to his eyes. And that was something she could understand, and knew how to exploit.

“You are very confident, Mr. Hatfield,” she said, lifting her hands up to press against his chest. To keep him at bay. Still, he managed to push his crotch against her lower belly, just above her sex. Yeah, he had a massive hard-on. Kinda took her breath away. “One might go so far as say bold.”

“Forgive me, Miss Chambers, but you are so beautiful I lose myself in your eyes,” he said, but was staring at her slightly parted lips. Oh, he wanted a taste. “And you smell as wonderful as you look.”

“Forgive me, but aren’t you with my friend Tabby?”

“First date. Just casual friends right now,” he said, hands sliding up and down her sides, across bare skin. And then one hand moved around to grab a handful of firm butt cheek. “Neither of us is looking for a serious relationship.”

She noticed movement at the open terrace door. It was Tabby coming inside. Courtney panicked, and without thought rushed into her bedroom and pulled him along as well. She closed the door and pressed back against it, heart hammering. Chad wasn’t worth losing a friend over. Indeed, she was just trying to find out his motives toward her.

But he took it the wrong way.

While distracted, she didn’t notice the look on his face, the way his body moved. Chad pressed up to her, one hand fondling a barely covered boob, the other grabbing her butt again, and then his lips pressed against hers.

Before Courtney understood what was happening, she was kissing Chad. Her first instinct was to shove him away, but she heard Tabby enter the powder room. The last thing she could do was alert her friend of a problem. That would go downhill fast. So she let him kiss her.

He opened her mouth with his, and in his tongue went. Courtney groaned, eyes rolling. Open mouth kissing Chad Hatfield? How did she get there? More importantly, how did she stop it silently, without causing a fuss? And then he pulled her top off.

Fuck me.

He untied the knot on her right hip, releasing her bottoms to fall to the floor.

“You are so beau — ”

Tabby flushed. Courtney’s hand covered his mouth, silencing him. He smiled behind her hand. She was pretty sure he understood what she was doing. Chad unzipped, pulled out his erection, and guided it to her cunny. Holding her wide eyes, he grinned, lifted one of her legs and flipped it over his shoulder, and THRUST into her.

“Uggggh,” she grunted, trying so hard to remain silent as the powder room door opened on the other side of her bedroom door. But that penetration hit her hard, both physically and emotionally. “Mmmm.”

She reached down to the door handle, as Chad started thrusting into her tight wetness. She quickly and silently locked the door. And just in time.

“Courtney? Are you in there?” Tabby asked, and rattled the knob.

She kept her hand over Chad’s mouth, mustering all her willpower to suppress her grunts and groans. And remained perfectly silent until Tabby gave up and departed. Then he pulled her hand away and kissed her again. She felt the last of her resistance bleed away then.

“You are so fucking fine,” he gasped, and pulled out of her. Before she could wrap her mind around that, Chad spun her around to face the door. With hands and elbows pressed against the door, he forced her to bow her back, and thrust back into her from behind. “Are you a real noblewoman? Tabby said you are a baroness.”

“I am,” she gasped. Her insides melted into a hot, fluttery mess. “Oh God. Oh God.”

“Bloody fucking great,” he gasped with the most atrocious English accent. “I’m fucking a baroness.”

Courtney’s mind stilled, her body trembling. So hot. So hot. She felt the sweat gliding down her back, between her jostling tits. And then he yanked her hair, so hard. Chad kissed her, never hesitating in his machinegun thrusts into her body.

“Ooooooo,” she sighed, feeling that surge to climax.

And then Chad pulled out, and came all over her butt cheeks, lower back, and even got some in her long red hair.

“Aaaagggh!” she screamed, body erupting in orgasmic bliss and glory.