Electricity sings through me and by the way I hear the bag hit the floor as her hands start to roam my body, I’d say she’s feeling the same way. It’s as if a dam broke free and you need to act fast in an effort to survive.
I don’t think I’ve ever experienced the level of fire burning through me that can only be extinguished by claiming her body as mine. Insane, but that’s the only way to describe the possessiveness flaring up.
Clothes are obstacles the both of us easily overcome and the sigh of contentment falling from her plump lips as her naked breasts brush over my chest is damn beautiful. I move her backwards and let her fall on the bed. I take a moment to grab my jeans, snatch a condom from my pocket and throw it on the bed next to her.
She’s openly staring at me while propped on her elbows. I return the favor to lazily slide my gaze over her perfect body—stunning set of tits by the way. And I shouldn’t have been surprised by all the added jewelry and tattoos gracing her body. But the most intriguing one is resting on her clit. My dick twitches with eagerness.
Any other woman would be self-conscience, but Esmee? She almost dares me to say something but the fact is, her beauty stuns me. There are scars marring her skin and each one I’m sure has a story all by itself.
This might be the reason why she’s daring me to make a remark, but I don’t need words and neither does she; it’s time for our bodies to do all the talking. I wrap my fingers around my dick and give it a tight squeeze before lazily stroking myself.
Her eyes follow my movement and she inches forward, sneaks her tongue out and teases the slit of my dick with her piercing. The mere sight and feel almost makes me detonate and I have so much more in mind before I can allow for that to happen.
My fingers slide into her hair to have a good grip on her head and I allow myself—and her—the pleasure of sliding myself deep into the warmth of her mouth before I roughly pull her away. Her eyes flare but they quickly close when I fall to my knees and cover her pussy with my mouth.
She tastes so damn sweet and I crave more. I spread her open with my fingers and start to lazily lap from ass to clit, making sure to play with her clit hood piercing and enjoy the way she writhes underneath me.
Her bundle of nerves is all swollen and sensitive and peeking out from under its hood. Each flip of her piercing makes her hips shoot off the mattress, she’s so damn responsive. I make sure to graze it with my teeth and flick it with my tongue, sending her right over the edge into a sea of pleasure.
My name falls from her lips followed by a low moan and it makes me swell with pride to be the one responsible. I crawl up her body and take in her gorgeous face all flushed with a dazed look. Her eyes are still closed when a sly smile spreads her face before the words, “You need to get inside me,” tumble from her lips.
My dick is hard and hot against her slick pussy and all it takes is one move back and a surge forward to bury myself inside the tightest and sultry pussy I’ve ever experienced.
“Fuck,” I groan and hold myself perfectly still.
“Oh, God,” Esmee moans. “You need to move.”
Her legs wrap around me and her heels press against my ass as she squirms underneath me to find friction. Her nails drag up my back and I’m so damn close to filling her up with cum, but I can’t let that happen. I let my full weight press down on her while I capture her arms, snatch her by the wrists and keep them pinned above her head.
“Stop moving, dammit, or I’m going to blow,” I hiss through my teeth.
“All I need is a few more strokes,” she groans and keeps trying to rotate her hips.
I keep both wrists locked in one hand and wrap the other around her neck to give it a little squeeze to get her attention. Her eyes flash open and I damn well dare to say her eyes fill up with more heat. I can’t help myself and slam my mouth over hers and force my tongue inside to swirl it around hers before I bite her bottom lip and pull back.
“I forgot to wrap up, darlin’ and you feel so damn good I’ll probably explode when I pull out anyway.”
She lifts her head slightly and slides her tongue over my lips. “I’m on the pill, clean bill of health.”
“Thank fuck,” I mutter and pull out before sliding right back inside our shared personal heaven, making the both of us moan in pleasure.
I’m beyond the point of having restraints or caring about the fact my next surge might get me to explode because the need to come and mark her completely as mine is burning inside every inch of my soul. She fights to pull her wrists free and when I finally let her, she digs her nails into the skin of my back and I damn well relish in the bite of erotic pain she gives me.
The grunts ripping from my body as I bury myself inside her while her pussy clenches around me to demand more is pulling me over the edge. My head falls against the crook of her neck as I see actual stars flash before my eyes. Her soft moans in a chant fill my ears as I feel her pussy milking me for every drop my body has to give.
This woman. This damn woman has gotten underneath my skin and knowing how good and perfect she feels underneath me is a hard realization that I’m already in too damn deep. Shoving the guilt and responsibilities aside, I decide to relish in the moment.
It’s been a long damn time since something as good as this entered my life. Hell, I can’t even remember if a woman ever drove me over the edge like Esmee just did. All the more reason to say “Fuck it,” and grab what is mine to take. For now.
I roll to my back and take her along with me. She sighs in contentment and snuggles against my chest. Honestly, I was expecting her to scramble up and push me away to create distance between us again, but I’m glad to say she does the opposite.
In return I wrap my arms around her and keep her close. Minutes pass where we comfortably relish in shared intimacy. Until the ringing of a phone breaks our moment.
“Shit,” Esmee mutters and crawls off me to search for her phone until she can answer it. “Sorry, Ganza. No, I’m just late. I’ll text you when I’m almost there. Okay. Thanks.”
She hangs up and throws her phone onto her pile of clothes and to my surprise she crawls back on top of me.
“Just a few more minutes, okay?” A deep sigh rips from her body and it sounds like it’s being pulled all the way from her toes.
Does this woman never stop to take a damn breath and think about herself? I wrap her in my arms again and pull her even closer. I’m pretty sure she never allows herself to take a moment, always working, always prioritizing others and everything before herself.
I place a kiss on the top of her head and I relish in the way she rubs her cheek against my chest. What a stark contradiction to how we were standing on opposite ends at first, and now look at us. Even if my job is standing between us; in this bed it’s just me and Esmee.
Shit. I know I’m lying to myself and the lines have all blurred but I push everything back and clear my mind. She’s here. She’s warm, perfect, sweet, sassy, damn gorgeous, and all fucking mine.
Well, for the time being, that is. I have to find a way between doing my job and keeping this woman. Impossible some might say, but I’ve never been one to pass on a challenge. And she’s more than a damn challenge and worth everything I have to go up against to keep her as mine.
And the first step is to make sure I work alongside of her, keep an open mind with the things she’s already shown me, and write my damn report when I have enough information to give my solid opinion on things.
I gently stroke her hair and murmur, “We should drop off the evidence and head over to my house. Besides, my bed is bigger, and I really need some food before we go for a second round, ‘cause I’m not done with you.”
She snorts an unfeminine sound. “Not done with me?” Her head comes up. “Did we switch from enemies-to-partners to partners-with-benefits?”
My fingers dig into her hair and fist it so I can guide her mouth to mine. I damn well relish in the feel of that wicked piercing in her tongue. I give her a hard and dominating k
iss to make her feel we’ve most definitely passed the point of partners-with-benefits, and are headed straight for belonging together in every sense of the word.
I must have short circuited my brain cells to even think about the long road ahead of us with this woman, but she’s just too damn fine to pass up. When we touch, we light up the whole damn world where nothing else matters. How’s that for reality hitting you in the face? I regretfully drag her mouth from mine, loosening my grip on her hair right after.
“We switched,” I inform her. “Come on, you’re a workaholic, remember? Let’s handle some stuff and head over to my house to put our heads together concerning the case. Then we will earn some more time exploring each other’s bodies for the sake of balance. How does that sound?”
“It sounds like you’re already giving me orders,” she grumbles and pushes herself up.
Instead of getting off the bed, she straddles me and places a hand on each side of my face as she leans in to pierce me with a fierce look.
“Let’s get things straight about the dynamics here,” she starts, but if I have to guess this woman always takes charge with men she picks to share a bed—or anything else—with.
And while I’m guessing, I’m pretty sure those men are different from me because the air rushes from her lungs as her eyes widen while I flip her onto her back and have her pinned underneath my body. I know damn well she can fight me off if she wants to.
Hell, she’s won multiple MMA tournaments, so I’m not kidding myself and am very much aware of the dynamite body plastered underneath me. Though, she willingly lets me dominate her and submits so fucking gloriously with her eyes now openly burning with lust.
“The dynamics will sort out naturally, not by any voiced law you add to it, understood?” I grunt, surprising myself because I’m all about law and order.
She snorts. “Voiced law? Funny man.”
I shift my hips and I’m rewarded with a soft moan when my hard dick presses against her pussy. I let my nose trail up her neck and she lets her head fall to the side allowing me more room to work with. I take her earlobe between my teeth and gently give her a sweet sting before letting go.
“We don’t need actual words, spitfire. Our bodies communicate just fine,” I whisper right beside her ear.
A shiver runs through her while her breathing picks up. I’ve never met a woman like her who responds so damn beautifully. It’s enchanting how her outer shell is hard and rough while it all melts away when I have her in my arms and underneath me. Well, not so much underneath me since I’m now the one flipped to my back while she palms my dick and slowly impales herself.
My head falls back and I groan loud from pure ecstasy tainting my blood with every pump my heart gives. That’s what she does to me; like my own brand of pleasure to spike the joy of living whenever we touch.
She places her palms on my pecs to balance herself as she starts to ride me. Her tits sway and make my throat run dry as my balls already start to draw up from my pending orgasm that’s right around the corner. I grab her curvy ass with both hands and grip tight, bouncing my hips off the mattress to enhance the pounding.
“So close,” Esmee pants and my eyes lock on her face.
Her fingers sneak toward her clit and I watch how this magnificent woman circles her clit. Her walls clench around me as her lips are slightly parted. She lets her head fall back as my name is flowing through the air on a low moan. I slam her down and keep her pinned as I empty myself completely. Her nails are now embedded in my chest and she might as well have clawed right through because I’m fairly sure she altered my heart along with it.
I’ve done some crazy shit when it comes to my job, but the words Lex mentioned when I took this case now leave a bad taste in my mouth and are ruining the best feeling of having her naked body pressed against me.
Dammit, my dick is still inside her and yet my job is to get close to this woman so I can basically get what I want from her to shut down Broken Deeds MC if needed. Well, that last part isn’t up to me but the report I will be writing once my job is done will be of great influence on the decision that will be made by people higher up.
“We really need to get to work,” she grumbles regretfully.
I’m already working; and you’re the job, my conscience easily supplies. It’s for this reason I slide my arms up and keep her tight against me.
“Just a few more minutes,” I grumble, needing time to shove the guilt back down.
A chuckle rumbles through her as she snuggles close. All too soon she gets up and disappears into the bathroom. I drag my body into a sitting position and let my head fall into my hands. Dammit, such a damn mess and in all my life I’ve never felt guilty about anything.
Nor have I let anything eat away at my conscience. I should have listened to my gut feeling the second I took this case. I rub my neck and take a few breaths to get my bearings. I’ve faced worse, felt worse, though these emotions running through me and nagging my brain are hard to ignore.
“Bathroom is all yours,” Esmee says as she strolls out. “Towels are on the right if you want to grab a quick shower.”
I stalk toward her, slide my fingers to her nape and give her a hard kiss on her delicious lips.
“Thanks,” I tell her, and take pleasure in the surprise on her face before I make my way into the bathroom.
The few minutes of thinking made me determined to finish this job and allow myself to explore our connection while I’m at it. I just have to make sure the next report I write doesn’t land in her lap if it does involve a negative after effect for her family’s MC.
Great. I was feeling lighter a breath ago but this realization taints my mood drastically. I take my time in the bathroom and when I’m dressed, I head into the living room to find Esmee staring at her phone.
No matter what this woman is wearing or the expression on her face, she’s gorgeous either way. Job or no job, I’ve always been an all in kinda guy and this is the very reason I place my hand on her lower back and lean in to whisper, “Everything okay?”
She turns and places her phone—screen down—on the table and steps away from my touch.
I clench my teeth and close the distance between us. “You might want to slip back to work and compartmentalize everything to keep order. Mostly due to the whole processed information and background check you have on me, but there are some crucial things you don’t know about me. Being affectionate is one of those, along with the choice and decision not to give up on something good. Or so it seems when it comes to you. And the both of us determined our relationship switched and there’s no going back.”
“Jesus, I thought bikers were pussies,” she mutters underneath her breath, making my anger spike.
Leaning in close enough to make our noses touch, I tell her, “Good thing I’m not a biker because there’s a damn reason I carry my heart on my sleeve. It’s called truth and reason. And I said I’m not done with you. We’re going to explore what’s going on between us. And if I’m not making myself clear, I will say it like it is; you’re mine.”
Her head tilts and I swear I saw the corner of her mouth twitch. “Are you sure you’re not a biker?”
Chapter Seven
ESMEE
Relationship. He took that word into his mouth and let it tumble from his lips. Lips I’ve felt against mine—against my pussy—knowing how good they felt. Shit. Why does everything need to be confusing and complicated? I’ve never had a guy mention the word relationship to me.
Mainly because I never allowed a guy to get close or stick around long enough to ask. Not to mention I’ve been surrounded with alpha bikers all my life, and I’ve never messed with any of them.
Ugh. How do I even handle it? Do I want to handle it? It, relationship, him, whatever this thing is between us. The only thing I know for sure is what he makes me feel, because every time he puts his hands on me I’m struck with a jolt of instant awareness, and it’s another thing I’ve never experienced.
; Compartmentalize everything to keep order. His words echo through my mind. Another thing he’s right about, and it’s exactly what I do to keep things smooth and organized inside my head.
I know everything is twisted with him being CIA. He could very well influence, and ruin everything my family’s MC worked hard for, besides…it was his report that already put everything into motion.
This little fact almost makes him the enemy, and what do they always say? Something about keeping them close, right? Every single thing about this situation screams we’re setting each other up for self-destruction, heartache, and it’s waiting for things to go south.
So why not let myself indulge in some fan-freaking-tastic sex to get me through the worst of a bad situation I’m already wrapped in? Because there isn’t another word to describe the fireworks this man can create between the sheets. And I also decided to have him as a partner so I might as well go all in.
The breath slipping from him turns into a husky chuckle and pulls me from my rambling thoughts. “I’m most definitely not a biker, spitfire.”
Dammit, why does this man have the ability to make me feel mushy? To feel like a woman who is craving a man’s touch? And I’m not complaining, just…confused. One thing I’m not confused about? The nickname he picked; spitfire. Sure sounds a whole lot more badass than princess.
“Fair warning,” I say, hoping my voice sounds strong instead of the breathy one reaching my own ears. “I’m not the clingy type so if you’re expecting the whole ‘holding hands, sweet kisses, make love in front of a fireplace’ vibe…I’ll be crushing your tender soul in a heartbeat.”
I swear he mutters something that suspiciously sounds like, “Yeah you are” underneath his breath before he captures my lips in a punishing kiss.
My hands fist his shirt and I pull him closer. This is what he does to me; the second he touches me all I want to do is surrender to let him lead as I willingly follow wherever he takes us. But how wonderful the electricity feels as it sparks my body to life. My phone dings with a message and I regretfully pull away from him.
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