Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75241 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75241 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
I smiled at him. “Right here, right now, I do, and when you’re in danger, I’ll do anything it takes to protect you. But I also want you to be you. I like your sassy mouth, princess.”
“Do you now?”
“Yes, and I’m going to make use of it.”
Lane sank to his knees and brought his hands together at the base of his spine. Jesus, he was so fucking hot.
He smiled up at me, a cheeky look that let me know he realized how much hold he actually had over me.
I unfastened my pants, and when I pulled out my cock, Lane licked his lips and looked up at me. “Feed it to me, sir.”
His coquettish tone had me gripping his chin and giving him a mock scowl. “You’re going to do exactly as I say.”
He swallowed hard and nodded.
“Tonight, and every moment you’re involved in this mission, I’m the one in control.”
“Yes sir.” This time he sounded much more sincere.
“Good. Now open up and take my cock.”
He did, and I fucked in and out of his mouth, loving the wet heat and the way he let me push all the way in without struggling, even when he gagged.
“So fucking good.” I stroked the side of his face, then caressed his throat, feeling the bulge of my cock choking him.
When I thought he’d had all he could take, I pulled out and let him suck in air. “I’d love to take you here, but I don’t want you bruised from the floor.”
“You can have me anywhere.”
Fuck, he was so damn tempting. I took his hand and pulled him to his feet before scooping him up to carry him to the bedroom. As I held him against me, I thought about all the things I could do to torment him, but when I laid him on the bed, I realized I just wanted to be inside him, to be as close to him as I could be, to feel his warmth around me. To sink into him and hold him close. He was turning me into a fucking romantic.
I settled between his legs, and he reached for the lube he kept in his drawer as if sensing I didn’t want to draw this out. I slicked up my cock, and he gasped when I sank into him.
I stretched myself over him, and he wrapped his arms and legs around me, pulling me to him. I kissed him as I worked my hips, plunging into his body. The kiss was frantic and desperate, just like my need to keep him safe. I had to keep my emotions out of this mission. I had to be objective, or I wasn’t going to be at my best. I didn’t know how to be in love and be a killer. I didn’t want to have to choose between my job and Lane. Was there any way in hell to have both?
Not and work for X.
He wasn’t going to accept this, but that didn’t change how I felt. Thinking about having to walk away from Lane only made me need him more. I drove into him with rough, fast strokes. He arched up under me, trying to take more. His heels dug into my ass, urging me on as his tongue fucked into my mouth. He was as eager and desperate as I was. We wouldn’t last long. There’s no way we could at the pace we’d set.
I reached between us, wrapped my hand around his cock, and jerked him off. I savored the ecstasy on his face as he came, and it was enough to bring me over too. I drove into him with hard jerks of my hips, filling him, marking him, making sure he knew he was mine.
26
Lane
I took a few deep breaths, trying to steady myself as I stared at my reflection. I was wearing a tux Giorgio had had delivered for me. I’d styled my hair, added just a touch of color to my lips, and lined my eyes, knowing Alan liked me like that. I looked good. I just hoped it wouldn’t be obvious how terrified I was.
My fear wasn’t going to stop me from doing what I’d planned, though, and that meant I couldn’t confess how shaky I was, or Giorgio would try to talk me out of it. Besides, I was as nervous about Giorgio, Niall, Leo, and Joe as I was about myself. Maybe that was ridiculous since they were professionals, but just because they were tough and damn good at their jobs didn’t mean they couldn’t get hurt.
“You ready to—?”
I turned. Giorgio was staring at me, heat in his eyes. He stalked toward me, but I held up my hands to stop him. “I don’t have time to get out of this thing and back into it again.”
He growled, grabbing my arms and pinning them at my sides while he kissed me. When he pulled away, I used my thumb to wipe the pink stain from his lips. “Now I have to do my lipstick again.”