I moan desperately against his lips. “Fuck me, Zane. I’m begging you.”
In an instant, our contact is broken. He rips our mouths apart and plants me back onto the seat beside him. We’re both breathless, and I’m momentarily stunned by the lack of contact. I’m feeling cold and deprived, and I don’t like it at all.
He drags his hand over his face and stares out the window. He speaks into the hidden microphone in his cuff, which communicates with the driver of this vehicle and the one that follows behind us. “I’m switching vehicles at the next light.”
“What are you doing?” I can’t help the pleading in my voice.
“The right thing.” He doesn’t make eye contact, but his voice has that icy final tone to it again. “Good night, Charlotte.”
When the car stops, he’s gone in an instant.
ZANE
I suck down a second cup of coffee, brush my teeth, and straighten my tie in the vanity mirror. Just another day at the office.
Yeah, right.
My reflection stares back at me. He knows I was almost balls deep in the President’s daughter last night, and nothing in this world is going to erase those memories because they felt too damn good.
It’s not unusual to get attached to the person I protect, but Charlotte Daley is different. For over a year, I’ve watched her transform from the picture-perfect daughter—a good girl—to a woman out of control. I’ve learned not to underestimate her. She’s clever and determined, always trying to find new ways to get into trouble even when I’m on her ass constantly. But she can’t hide the sadness in her eyes or the emptiness in her demeanor when she’s trying to be someone she’s not.
She’s not a slut, but she’s trying it on. I’m guessing it’s to punish the family that has systematically cut her out of their daily lives. My job is to protect them all. Charlotte from herself, and her family from her damaging behavior. Last night, I almost failed them.
I walk through my apartment and belt on my holster. I haven’t had to draw my weapon around Charlotte, but I got damn close last night. The vivid memory of Nate Christiansen getting ready to shove his half-hard dick into her has me seeing red instantly. The fear in her eyes was unmistakable. Whatever I’d heard through the door wasn’t a cry of pleasure. She was frightened, and I wanted to scare the life out of the little prick for it.
I had my job to think of, though. I sure as fuck wasn’t thinking about it when I had Charlotte squirming all over my lap last night.
Damn. I have to see her in less than an hour and hope to hell we can both pretend like it never happened.
I shrug into my jacket, grab my keys, and head out.
“Coffee?”
Chester hands me my third cup as I enter the room.
“Sure, thanks.”
We’re dressed the same. Standard-issue Secret Service uniform, so no one misunderstands who’s shadowing Charlotte wherever she goes. Doesn’t deter some as much as it should.
“Anything I need to catch up on?”
Chester shakes his head. He’s got a couple decades on me, and it shows in his grays and deep wrinkles. “Nah, it’s been quiet. She was sleeping it off most of the day. Must have been quite a night.”
I resist the urge to roll my eyes. “You know it.”
He chuckles and sips his coffee. If anyone knows what my daily life protecting Charlotte consists of, Chester does. But he’ll never know about my indiscretion with her.
Chester’s been assigned to Charlotte since the move into the White House, so he knows her routines and behavior now. But I grimace to think about him having last night’s shift. Would he have known Nate was hurting her?
He puts his cup down on the pretty silver server and straightens his tie. “Well, I hope you’re ready for round two.”
I frown. “Pardon?”
He chuckles again. “She’s got another private party tonight. She’s getting ready now. Should be out soon.”
I school my features and nod as if that’s going to happen. “Have a good night, Chester. See you in the morning.”
He lifts his eyebrows with a nod. “You too. Good luck. You’ll need it.”
He knows Charlotte is a handful, but he’s older and treats her like a wayward niece. He doesn’t want to fuck her. If he did…I’d probably have to kill him.
I wait until he’s left the room before I make my way toward Charlotte’s door. I knock loudly. After almost a whole minute, she opens it. Her eyes are tired but made up with dark black makeup that makes her bright blue eyes stand out even more. Her lips are stained red and glossy. She’s wearing a tight black dress with boots that fold over the knee. My cock notices instantly, and I entertain a short fantasy of her straddling me with only those boots on.
I lift my gaze to her eyes again. “Private party tonight?”
“Yup.” She fluffs her wavy blond hair but her focus is on the floor.
I’m glad she remembers her bullshit behavior at the party last night. I’m not as thrilled about her remembering our little rendezvous in the limo.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, especially after last night.”
She shakes her head, but avoids my eyes. “I’m fine. It won’t be like last night.”
“Let’s chat, shall we?”
She rolls her eyes, and I have to take a deep breath to keep myself from berating her for acting like a spoiled-rotten brat. I put my hand on the door, silently communicating that we’re not finished.
She turns into the room, and I follow her. Her quarters consist of a full suite, a large and opulent bedroom, an en suite bathroom, and a sizeable living room. She walks ahead of me through the living room and into her bedroom. The bed is covered in clothes, and a tray of food and drinks sits on her end table.
“How were you feeling this morning?”
“Not sure why you’d care,” she mutters.
“I care because I’m paid to care.”
She doesn’t say anything and carries on picking out jewelry for her night out. Then I realize how shitty that must sound. Her parents don’t care, and they’re the ones who are supposed to.
“I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant.” I am sorry, but I hide all the emotion in my voice out of pure habit.
“Forget it, okay?” She turns toward me suddenly. “I don’t need your sympathy, Zane. I don’t need your fucking opinions.”
“Just my cock.”
She narrows her eyes. “Excuse me?”
I walk toward her, my hands casually tucked into my pockets. “You just need my cock. Or was that the booze talking last night?”
Her chest moves unevenly. “I can get laid whenever I want to. Maybe next time I will if you don’t break down the goddamn door.”
I’m at arm’s length, close enough that I can smell her expensive perfume. Her words send a white rage through me, but I don’t show it.
“Maybe I won’t,” I say quietly. “And maybe you’ll have someone like Nate taking what he wants from you, and all you’ll have left is regret that you let it happen. That I let it happen because you said you wanted me to.”
Her lips are tight, and I can almost see the sordid memory flash in her beautiful eyes.
“I didn’t need you to save me.”
“No?”
“No,” she snaps.
Little fucking devil. She’s an adult, but I’ve never met one more in need of punishment. There’s no one in her world to give it to her. No one’s going to take the time to set her straight. No one’s going to halt her crash course. By the time someone notices what she’s doing to herself, her reputation will be compromised and God knows what she’ll have been through.
Were my threats valid? Could I really sit back and watch it happen? Could I stop caring so goddamn much?
No. Fuck no.
This is likely about to be the worst decision of my life, but I’m stopping this shit, here and now. And I could lose everything if it goes wrong.
“You’re not going to the party tonight.�
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Her nostrils flare. “You don’t get to tell me what to do.”
“That’s changing now. Today and tomorrow and every day I’m hired to protect your life, you’re going to listen to me.”
“Or what? You’re going to tell on me? News flash, Zane. No one cares.”
“I care. And if you disobey me, I’ll redden your ass. I promise you, I can do so much worse than that if you push me.”
She swallows hard and searches my gaze. I give her nothing but the face of a determined Dominant. My sexual proclivities have never crossed into work, but all that’s about to change.
“You’re out of your mind.” She shakes her head and moves past me.
I beat her to the door, haul her against me, and take her mouth in a kiss that has me instantly remembering all of last night’s temptations. Her anger melts, and I push her against the door as I close it. She groans at the slight shove of her hips against the hard surface. I swallow the sound with another ravaging kiss. Her limbs tangle around me. I know I can take her right here, right now. But that’s not what this is about.
I pull back and spin her so her chest is against the door.
“Spread your legs for me, Charlotte.”
She hesitates a second before shifting them a couple feet apart. Perfect.
“Hands on the door.”
Slowly she slides her palms up over the wood. Then, one by one, I take her arms and fold them behind her back so I can secure them by the wrists with one hand.
I lean in a fraction so I can feel her heat, but our bodies are only touching where I hold her. Her fragrance settles over me, reminding me that she’s a weakness. The way I feel about her… The way I’ve silently lusted after her for too long.
I hover my lips over her neck. I want her so fucking bad.
“Do you trust me, Charlotte?”
“Completely.” She answers without a shred of hesitation or doubt.
I’d do anything to protect her, and she knows it. But am I really protecting her?
I lick and kiss my way up and down her neck. She sighs and shifts restlessly against me, but she’s got nowhere to go. I suck one particular spot. Not enough to make a mark, but enough to make her shudder against me. Then I bite the overworked area.
She sucks in a tiny breath and then exhales a soft groan. The sound travels right down to my dick, which is instantly hard for her. I want to pull her tight against me and torture the ache in my pants with more of her touch. But I have to stay in control. I tighten my grasp around her wrists and she whimpers and leans back, trying to bring our bodies together.
“Are you wet for me, Charlotte?”
“Yes.”
“Show me.”
She stops breathing, and I release her. She turns and leans back against the door. Her chest is flushed pink, and her neck is red from my mouth’s assault.
“You have a tendency to lie. Show me you’re wet, or I won’t believe you.”
She blinks once and reaches for the hem of her dress. She doesn’t move any farther.
“I’ve seen you in more compromising positions, Charlotte. Now lift up your dress and show me.”
Her breathing becomes ragged. She lifts the black fabric up to her hips and pushes the tiny scrap of panties down. I’m so aroused I can barely keep focus on her movements. Her hands frame the patch of light hair between her thighs, making a V.
Open up for me…open up…
I chant the plea inside my head. Suddenly, seeing the pink petals of her wet pussy is the only thing I truly care about. Still, she hesitates.
I shrug out of my jacket, undo my tie, and unbutton the top of my shirt. I glance at her and note the lust in her heavy-lidded eyes.
“Would you like me to fuck you?”
She exhales sharply. “Yes.”
“Are you going to that party tonight?”
“No.”
A satisfied smile tugs at my lips. “Those are both good answers. Now, pretty girl, I need you to spread your pussy for me so I can see exactly where to fuck you and how hard. I need to see how wet you are.”
Her eyes close and her head falls back. “Oh, God…”
Slowly, I come to her. I put a hand on the door beside her head and lean in to whisper against her skin. “I’m bigger than any of these college pricks you’ve had before. If you’re not wet enough for me, I’m going to have to tease some more out of you. Then I’ll fuck you slow until I know you can handle more.” I trail my touch from the beautiful column of her neck down to her chest where her breasts heave under the bust of her dress. I yank it down swiftly, revealing her gorgeous tits. “And if you’re drenched, Charlotte, then I’m going to fuck you very hard and very fast. You’re going to come. I’m going to come. And then we’re going to do it again, until you’re so blissed out from my cock that you can’t think about making any manner of bad decisions tonight. Understand?”
She nods. Her entire body is trembling now. I hush her softly before taking one rosy nipple between my fingertips and add pressure until she whimpers.
“Show me.”
Doing exactly as I asked, she spreads her legs a little wider and pulls her lips apart so I can clearly see the inner folds of her pussy.
She’s fucking perfect. She gives me a little more, trailing her fingers to her opening and dragging its moisture up over her clit. There’s no doubt about it. She’s soaking wet for me.
“Good girl,” I rasp out, because I can barely breathe.
Chapter Two
Charlotte
His eyes own me.
His gray irises darken to a color I’ve never seen before. Panting with anticipation, I drop my hands beside my body and fall back against the wooden door. I’m captivated. I can’t look away. Without breaking our connection, he leans in until his mouth is hovering above mine. Then he inches his hand ever so slowly downward, stopping once he is cupping my sex.
“Do you know what I do to good girls, Charlotte?”
The heat of his breath against my mouth sends a delicious shiver through me. I shake my head, my eyes fluttering. My voice barely registers above a whisper. “No.”
He presses his fingertips against my swollen, throbbing clit. “I make them come…hard.”
Without warning, he sinks his long fingers into me, stealing my breath as he deepens his reach. My lips fall open with a gasp.
“Can you be a good girl for me?” He breathes the words against my mouth between thrusts. I nod quickly as he finger fucks me with masterful determination.
Harder.
Faster.
Deeper.
My body surrenders to every skilled movement. As he quickens his pace, the heavy ache in my core intensifies. I crave more than his fingers, but the chance to beg him for it slips away. My inner walls are already tightening around his penetration. I need this orgasm more… I fist my hands into his shirt, wrinkling its starched white perfection as my climb nears the crest.
“That’s it. Give it to me,” he rasps.
The heavy authority in his voice pushes me over. With a trembling bottom lip, I lose myself in the darkness of his irises, allowing the fierce climax to overtake me.
“Oh, God!” I shudder against him as I come on his hand.
He lifts his fingers to my lips, slowly coating them with my arousal. Then, in one delicate sweep, he drags his searing tongue across my mouth.
He sucks in his bottom lip, and then licks his fingers clean. “You’re too delicious not to share.” He leans in again, crashing his soft mouth against mine. With one swipe of his tongue, he allows me to taste my own flavor. The act is raw and erotic, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before with a lover.
I begin unfastening his pants, suddenly desperate to have him inside me, but Zane seizes my wrists, surprising me. The ache in my core throbs. I let out a whimper and bow toward him.
A dangerous look flashes across his face—something calculated, something dark and unreadable. Before I can draw my next breath, he spins me around so I
’m shoved flush against the wood grain of the door. He pins me with his weight, grinding his massive erection against my bare ass.
“I should make you earn it this time.”
A shiver radiates down my spine at the feel of his hot breath against my ear.
“Beg me, Charlotte.”
My heart races wildly. The anticipation is killing me. “P-Please.”
He lifts his weight off me. Yes, he is finally going to fuck me—
Whop! His palm meets my ass with a painful sting.
“Beg me like you mean it.”
His voice is hard and sharp like the slap. I’m damn near programmed to rile when he tries to tell me what to do. But this is so very different… He is different.
“Please, Zane. I’m begging you.”
Whop! Whop! “Please what, Charlotte? Tell me what that greedy little cunt wants.”
The bite of pain is surprisingly exquisite, heightening my need to epic proportions. My palms are slick against the door. My pussy pulses with the memory of his fingers. My head buzzes with fantasies of him taking me completely, shoving into me with the fierceness his tone promises. Have I ever been more desperate for this kind of possession?
“Please, Zane, take me. I need you. I’ve wanted this for so long.” The words tumble from my lips—admissions I never realized until this moment. Who am I?
A good girl. Zane’s good girl.
He trails his palms over my ass, never making a sound. Knowing his touch without his intention is absolute torture.
“Take me… Please,” I whimper, praying he’ll have pity on me.
A low growl erupts from his lips. He’s going to give me what I want—
A loud knock shakes the door in front of me, startling both of us. I almost scream, but Zane clamps his hand over my mouth to silence me just in time. In one swift move, his free arm snakes around my waist and hoists me backward against his solid, muscular body. Our sudden closeness stirs the unsatisfied ache that lingers, heavy and deep in my core. I’m pulled so close against him that I can hear his name when it comes through his earpiece.
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