Hero Undercover: 25 Breathtaking Bad Boys

by Annabel Joseph

  Bingo. He really was great at reading people.

  “He’s a drug lord, a human trafficker, and a real estate mogul.” I took a deep breath. “And you work for him,” I said, leaning closer to him. With the stench in the room, I couldn’t help but gravitate towards him. He smelled amazing, and he had become my favorite scent the past months. It was particularly strong after sex, and with the way we were inching closer to one another, I wondered if tonight he would try to touch me. I wondered if I’d let him.

  This time, and for the first time since I’d met him, he looked genuinely shocked. The surprised look vanished instantly after a second, and now, he was back to reading me rather than me reading him.

  “You know a lot more than you let on,” Jace said to me, as his fingers slowly made their way to my thigh. I exhaled deeply at his touch and leaned closer to him. My walls were slowly starting to come down again. Jace had that effect on me; I felt like I could trust him. Even if he was working for Vlad, he did save me. And he told me the truth, didn’t deny that he was one of Vlad’s men. “There must’ve been a reason they kidnapped you. What was it?”

  I bit my tongue at that, unsure of what to do. Every fiber of my being wanted me to just spill everything to him. I’d been holding my feelings and thoughts back for nine months, and I knew I was going to reach my breaking point. I wanted Jace to know everything; I wanted him to help me and support me and catch me every time I felt like I was about to fall, but my mind told me not to. He was one of them.

  “Carly, you know you can tell me everything, right?” he said, squeezing my inner thigh.

  Shaking my head, I disagreed. “But you’re one of them. Y-you—”

  “Not anymore. Not after tonight.” There was hesitation in his tone, but then, he turned off the doubt and sounded more determined, like he wanted to get his point through to me. “Carly, I just risked my life to save you. That tells you more than enough. You know I love you. You know I’d do anything for you, and I did just that tonight.”

  He pulled me closer and I let him. God, I was weak when it came to Jace. He leaned down and rested his forehead against mine. “And I’d do it over and over again to keep you safe.”

  I was trying my best not to cry. This night had just been too much. He was just too much. He proved tonight he was willing to die for me. Wasn’t that proof enough that I could trust him with my thoughts, my feelings, my heart. And literally my life?

  When I parted my lips to tell him everything, nothing happened. I couldn’t do it.

  His eyes darkened and he moved his hand from my thigh to my ass. “Tell me, baby, or I’m going to spank your sweet little ass until you do.”

  I pulled away from him. He’d spanked me before, for fun, for sex, because it made my body burn and my pussy dripping wet. I loved the sharp bite of his hand on my naked flesh. But he’d never been like this. Dominant. Demanding. Bossy as hell.

  “Just take me home, Jace. I’ll call the cops and they can deal with this. I don’t want you to get into trouble.” If Jace was around when I got the police involved, he’d be identified as part of Vlad’s team. He’d get arrested. Go to jail. I couldn’t do that to him, not after he’d saved my life. “Take me home tomorrow and go. Get out of town.”

  He was unnaturally still for a few seconds. The next, I was being dragged across the bed and placed over his knees. My bottom was up in the air, the barely there G-string underwear hiding nothing as his hand landed with a quick swat on my bottom.

  “Ouch! What are you doing?”

  “I’ve been so gentle with you, Carly. But no more. You kept secrets and nearly got yourself killed. And now, after I risked my life to save you?” His hand landed with a hot sting and I yelped as he spanked me again and again, the burn morphing into a constant heat that started to spread. “You will tell me everything, baby. You’re mine. I can’t protect you if you don’t tell me what’s going on.”

  “I’m not yours!” I shouted at him, frustration making me want to bite and kick and scream. Rage built up inside me like a storm and I unleashed it, kicking and hitting his legs as he held me down and spanked me. Hard.

  When I slumped in defeat, the spanking stopped but his fingers worked the slit between my cheeks before pressing hard against the wet heat of my core.

  “You’re not mine?” He pushed the slip of underwear aside and pressed two fingers deep into my pussy. I tingled everywhere, every nerve ending in my body on high alert and I moaned with need as he fucked me with his fingers. “This pussy is mine, Carly. You’re mine.”

  I could feel the hard bulge of his erection against my side. I heard him suck in a breath when I tightened my inner muscles, tightened my pussy around his thick fingers. I didn’t want his fingers. I wanted his cock. Hard and hot and thrusting deep.

  “The sooner you talk, the sooner we can have sex.”

  He knew the perfect spot to hit, my weakness, and with one heavy breath, I told him the truth. “It’s not about me. He wants me to sell him my parent’s property at Lake Merbano.”

  As a reward, he slid a finger up to rub my clit and I gasped.

  “Why?”

  “He’s got some big real estate development deal and they need my parent’s house to do it. Nine months ago, when Mom and Dad wouldn’t sell, he had them killed. The car accident wasn’t an accident at all. They weren’t even buried yet the first time he came looking for me.”

  Jace lifted me off his knees and into his lap, wrapping his arms around me. My bottom was a little sore against his jeans, but I didn’t care. I melted into his strength and let him hold me as the tears fell.

  “I knew all along Vlad’s been wanting to get his hands on that property—it’ll earn him billions—but I had no idea it was yours. I’ve only been with the guys for a couple of months. I’m really sorry to hear about your parents.”

  “It’s been nine months since they died. I still always think about them. I know they won’t kill me until I sign the deed transferring the title my mother left me to Vlad’s name. If I die now, he’ll never get it. I left it to a conservation group in my will, a charity with a thousand lawyers and no one to sell it to him.”

  Jace was silent, taking everything in. His breathing sounded calm, but I could just imagine his mind was a jumbled mess at the moment.

  “We’ll find a way, together. Trust me. I’ll handle this.”

  “Jace, you’re signing your own death warrant by helping me.” This time, I looked him straight in the eye. “Why?”

  “You know why.” His hand fisted in my hair and his lips crashed down on mine.

  Chapter 3

  Carly

  “Jace,” I moaned his name, arching my back off the bed as he planted a trail of kisses from my lips to the curve of my neck.

  We were on borrowed time; we both knew it. There was no way I could keep my hands off him. My fingers wanted to feel every line and curve of his body, hardened by years of hard work and discipline. He was down to just his jeans now, and I could see his six-pack etched against the flimsy material of his white shirt. Automatically, the edges of my lips curved up into a grin. I felt like a little kid being given her favorite snack, and he was my favorite treat.

  “Fuck, you taste good,” he said, after leaving a series of heated kisses across the bare skin of my neck.

  I writhed beside him, unable to control my senses, my body on overdrive. His warm hand rubbed up and down my left thigh, and I spread my legs apart, begging him without words to take me, finger me, fill me up. The end of his t-shirt was riding up, exposing my stomach. I’d left my bra hanging up in the bathroom. A few more inches and I’d be bare to his tongue, his mouth. I wound my arms around his neck, moving his lips to meet mine. Then, slowly and expertly, he moved to position himself on top of me. With him above, he used his elbows to support his body weight as he rubbed his cock against my mound.

  I moaned his name as the hard press of his cock against me sent a surge of pleasure through my entire body, starting from the deepes
t parts of my pussy and up the rest of me.

  I missed this. I missed him, and after being kidnapped and locked up in a warehouse filled with smuggled drugs and killers, this—being with him in a rundown hotel room—felt like paradise, something I’d never exchange for anything else.

  In his arms, surrounded by his heat, I couldn’t help but feel safe and protected, like no harm was going to come my way, like he was going to protect me with all he could, even if it meant risking his life like he’d just done hours ago. In the heat of the moment, I could feel tears starting to well up at the back of my eyes, and I closed them tighter. I couldn’t cry, not right now. He’d immediately know something was up and would stop what he was doing—and I didn’t want him to stop.

  Growing impatient, I pulled his shirt over his head before I did the same to mine. Without wasting a second, his hand flew up and pulled the t-shirt off over my head, exposing my breasts. I heard him suck in a breath, and I kept my eyes closed. I couldn’t wait for what was to come next.

  “Yes,” I whispered, when I felt his mouth against my left nipple. Then, he moved to suck on my right one. My arched back was forever off the bed as my arms wrapped around his neck tighter. Now, and with just his elbows, he was supporting his entire body weight and mine, and at the idea of such strength and power, I let go. I stopped holding back. Stopped thinking.

  My fingers tightened around his neck before they moved downwards to roam the expanse of his back. Every muscle I felt just sent surges of heat from my pussy to the rest of my body. I couldn’t get enough of him. I squeezed his ass as tight as I could. He pulled his lips away from my breast and turned his head to look me in the eye, and at the intensity, I turned my head away and stared at his full sleeve of tattoos. I suddenly remembered that time he spent the whole night telling me the stories and experiences behind each and every bit of ink, as I laid my head atop his chest, not feeling sleepy in the slightest. Some were memories of happy days, some sad, but each one had a meaning that influenced the man he was today, the man I…

  “Fuck,” I moaned this time when I felt him stick a finger and then two inside me. I tipped my head to the side to stare at him again.

  “Stay with me, baby.” His grin, and the talented glide of his fingers had my complete attention.

  Finally, he moved to take my panties off me, his fingers around the waistband, as he pulled the lace off over my hips and down my legs. He then threw the lingerie across the floor before he moved his head closer to my core. I sucked in a heavy breath, feeling warmth radiating off him. His gaze focused on my wet folds like a starving man eyeing a feast.

  I moaned his name when his tongue licked my clit. I squeezed my breasts tightly, teasing the nipples. I couldn’t even stop thrusting my hips as his fingers moved in and out of me, his mouth clamped down on my clit sucking and flicking the sensitive flesh over and over as I bucked and twisted beneath him.

  I was sure he was enjoying every minute of this, him establishing his control over me, and that was exactly what I wanted—him in control. He made me feel safe in a way I needed right now.

  He continued to suck on my sensitive skin, his fingers, tongue, and lips working their magic on me. I opened my eyes for a minute. We forgot to turn the lights off, and there was no hiding from one another. He had full access to my naked body, and I could see his cock straining his pants already. I decided to remedy that. I pushed him off me and when his back hit the bed, I crawled on top of him with my fingers impatiently unbuttoning his jeans. I pulled them down as hard and as swiftly as I could, and he helped by kicking the denim off him.

  “Hmm,” I made a sound when my hand rubbed up and down his underpants. He was rock hard and throbbing, and I could feel myself becoming wetter as he grew larger and bigger. And just that fast I was grateful the lights were still on so I could look my fill. He was magnificent: powerful and mine.

  He froze, helpless in my control as I closed my fingers and mouth over his erection. He sucked in a breath before he blew and exhaled deeply. My fingers easily glided up and down his length. The tip of my tongue massaged the tip of his head, moving in swirls and swiping and licking. With my saliva mixing with his pre-cum, I couldn’t help but become more impatient. From just licking his tip, I moved to suck, taking his entire erection in my mouth until I felt his tip brush the back of my throat. I made a small gagging noise; he let out a groan. Then, I felt his hands on my head of hair, telling me to start moving.

  “Fuck Carly.”

  He rose from his back and gathered me up in his arms. “Are you okay? Do I need a condom?”

  “No. I’m still good.” I’d gotten the shot when we first started dating just so I could be with him like this. Raw. Naked. Skin to skin.

  “I can’t wait, baby.” His rough growl made my body shiver and my eyes widened as his arms rested underneath my ass and he pulled me forward, chest to chest, and positioned my knees on either side of his hips. He held me as if I weighed nothing, lowering me onto his hard length using the weight of my body to push his cock deep.

  I lowered my head and claimed his lips in a kiss as I sank lower, taking all of him. The lips of my pussy hugged his erection as his cock pushed deeper. When he was fully inside me, I marveled at the sight and feel of such power and strength, and I couldn’t help but turn my moan into screams as he bounced me up and down with just the strength of his arms and hands. I didn’t care if everyone else in the hotel heard us. I was kidnapped and locked up, and now I was having sex with an Adonis. I was going to do whatever I wanted, and no one could stop us.

  We’d had sex before, and the truth was I’d lost count of the number of times I’d had his cock inside me. He was part of me now. We knew each other’s bodies the way we did our own. There was no need to signal or speak when we both tipped over the edge. I felt his dick jerk inside me, as my pussy clenched and unclenched in a massive wave of pleasure as my orgasm roared through me. Then, I felt his liquid fill me up, mixing with my wet heat as he continued to pump in and out of me. He moved slower now until he completely stopped and I sagged against his chest.

  “I never want to move,” I admitted. With his arms around me, and his heartbeat steady and strong under my ear, I melted into him and finally let the tears come.

  He petted me, stroking my hair and the length of my back in slow, soothing motions as I sobbed, the stress of the last two days catching up to me.

  “Shh. I’ve got you.”

  And he did. I felt his strength, his warmth surrounding me. I’d been in love with him before, but now? Now I was bursting with it. “I love you.”

  He cradled me close and laid back on the bed, our bodies still one as he pulled me down to lay on top of his chest. “I love you, too, baby. I love you, too.”

  Neither of us spoke about the fact that we might not survive another day with Vlad and his henchmen hunting us.

  Chapter 4

  Jace

  Driving back to the hotel room with a bag of new clothes for Carly, I pulled out my burner cell and dialed one of the few numbers I’d committed to memory. Carly was inside that hotel room, probably humming some pop tune she’d heard on the radio as she washed her hair. God, I loved to sit outside the shower and just listen to her sing and splash. Half the time, I couldn’t resist her pull and I joined her, taking her as the water streamed over both of us. Sliding in and out of her wet heat until the water ran cold.

  I’d told her that I loved her, but she probably had no idea just how much. Yeah, I saved her and risked my life, but I still felt that I loved her so much more than my past actions could ever let her know. My mind wandered back to last night, the way she moved and moaned and pleasured me. We’d had sex many times before, but there was just something about last night that instantly felt different from the other times. Maybe it was because it was the first time we’d done it since her kidnapping. When she disappeared, I had no idea if I would ever see her again. I was willing to do everything I could to find her but her sudden disappearance gave me no clue wh
ere to even start.

  Now that she was safe with me, I’d never let her go again. So far, so good—we’d spent the entire day just cuddling and having more sex. I needed the sound of her voice and her laugh. It was just so good to hear after the past dark days. I wanted to be with her, holding and teasing her as we lay on the bed, but she couldn’t travel around town in my t-shirt and I didn’t dare go back to her place for clothes. Not yet. She was with me now, and she was safe for the moment, but we weren’t out of the woods.

  I parked the car as the phone connected my call. Adam answered on the third ring.

  “What the fuck, dude? Where the fuck have you been?” was the first thing I heard from my best friend.

  I’d known Adam for years before I became an agent. He was actually the one who influenced me to apply for the job I was in now. I used to be a scrawny, helpless kid when we were both in high school. While Adam trained and got stronger day by day, I was becoming fatter and felt like I was wasting my life away. The turning point was when we made a trip back to our hometown and got into a bar fight. It was the weakest and most pathetic I’d ever felt, and if Adam hadn’t defended the both of us, I’d probably have some serious injury that could’ve damaged me permanently.

  After that day and when I was out of the hospital, I told him to help me get stronger. We started going to the gym and playing sports together, but I still felt like I was lacking. I threw the suggestion—applying for the agency—at him and he was supportive and believed I could do it. The rest, as they say, was history, and I’d lost count of the missions we’d been on together.

  Adam had my back, every time. But this was going to test the bonds of our friendship in a big way.