by Jade Allen
Dylan pulled his hips back slightly, and Rachel sighed with disappointment as she felt his cock sliding out of her almost completely; the sound turning into a deep moan as he thrust into her once more. Her inner muscles rippled and flexed around him, as if her body itself couldn’t stand to let him leave. She found herself falling into his rhythm as Dylan began to gradually speed up. He cradled her in his arms, holding her by the shoulders as he thrust into her harder and faster, his lips moving over her face, kissing along the column of her throat. Rachel gripped his sweat-slick shoulders, digging her fingernails in, struggling to hold onto him as she writhed and twisted, her hips moving in a tidal rhythm she couldn’t have resisted if she wanted to. He felt so good—thick, hot and full inside of her, pushing deeper along her inner walls, the tip of his cock barely brushing her g-spot and then retreating. Any thoughts of anything other than the feeling of his body against hers, his cock inside of her, dissolved.
“God, woman,” Dylan murmured, panting as he lifted himself up slightly, changing the angle of his thrust and driving up against her pleasure center. Rachel cried out, her legs tightening around him convulsively, her head falling back amongst the pillows as every muscle in her body tensed with reaction. “Any man who couldn’t be bothered to make you scream is a fool.”
Rachel felt his arm moving from underneath her, shivering as Dylan’s hand trailed down along her waist to slip between their bodies. He found her clit by touch and began to stroke her in time with his thrusts, kissing her hungrily on the lips and along her throat. Rachel found herself moving with him mindlessly, her pleasure mounting more and more every moment, until she couldn’t hold back any longer. She moaned his name, louder and louder, crying out as wave after wave of sensation racked her body. Rachel didn’t quite scream, but her whole body rippled, muscles flexing and relaxing in spasms as she moaned out again and again.
She felt Dylan’s cock twitching inside of her, and buried her face against his neck as she felt his hot release flooding into her, his body vibrating as he moaned long and low, murmuring her name between gasps for breath. After a few more moments, his body went slack against hers; Rachel sagged against the bed, panting as her heart raced, tingling all over in hot and cold bursts of sensation.
“Not quite a scream,” Dylan said, dragging his lips along the line of her jaw and stopping at her mouth. He kissed her lazily before lifting his weight off of her, tumbling onto the bed less than an inch away. Rachel chuckled, feeling the reassuring weight of his arm coiled around her waist as she recovered slowly, her breath gradually returning to normal. “But then, it was a first attempt.”
Rachel curled up against him, feeling the lingering soreness between her legs, the jelly-like feeling just below her hips. “Depending on what time it is,” she said, turning her head to peer up at him in the darkness, “I’m more than happy to let you try again.”
“What does it matter what time it is?” Dylan asked her, one hand moving up to brush a lock of hair away from her neck where sweat had plastered it. “Neither of us have anywhere to be tomorrow. We could spend the next twelve hours figuring out what I have to do to make you scream my name.” Rachel saw the white flash of his teeth as he smiled. “And then, of course, we’ll have lots of time in whatever exotic locale we escape to.” Rachel frowned slightly, remembering that in spite of the pleasure she had just received, her life was a shambles. “If you’ve got to be an unwilling expat, might as well enjoy yourself.”
Rachel chuckled lowly. “I can’t just spend the next…who knows, maybe the rest of my life, screwing my brains out.”
Dylan pulled her close, reaching down and tugging the covers over them. “Sure would be fun to try, don’t you think?”
Rachel shook her head, laughing in spite of herself. “Isn’t there something in your code of conduct about not sleeping with clients? I thought I remembered that about mercenaries.”
“First, I’m not a mercenary--I’m on retainer. Second, you’re not my client. I can sleep with you as much as you’d like,” Dylan brought her face up to his, kissing her hungrily. Rachel felt his cock beginning to harden, pressed against her hip. “I don’t think either of us is going to be sleeping much in the near future, do you?”
Rachel giggled. Considering that she’d lost everything in the span of less than a week, she felt oddly optimistic. “Five minutes. Then you can try and make me scream again,” she told Dylan. “We can plan out the rest of my life tomorrow.”
Epilogue
Rachel glanced around nervously as she and Dylan strode through the international terminal of the airport, headed towards gate 43. She would have never imagined that anyone could realistically make travel plans in the span of just a few hours; apparently, she thought wryly, when one was wealthy enough to afford a private jet, nothing was unrealistic.
As they made their way to the gate, she couldn’t help but feel a mixture of apprehension and excitement. Based on the events of the last few days, she was more secure in Dylan’s ability to protect her, but she couldn’t ignore the fact that she’d been completely invisible to the world just a week ago; now, she seemed to be walking around with a target on her back at all times. She could only hope that they would be safer in another country.
Within minutes of getting settled into her seat, Rachel, completely spent, tumbled into a deep slumber. Soon, her head began to jerk frantically from side to side as the feeling of being chased by a mob of shadowy figures wielding guns played across her mind’s eye in a stubborn loop. Just as she thought she heard the sharp crack of a gunshot, she was ripped out of her nightmare by the sound of Dylan’s blaring phone. Barely awake, she listened to the quiet murmur of his slightly lilting voice as he confirmed details with whomever he was speaking to.
“Where are we going?” she asked, listlessly.
“You’ll find out soon enough, love,” he said, looking around to see if anyone was listening. He began to shove a few things into his carry-on bag and then paused, turning his head to meet her glance, placing a hand tenderly on her thigh. “Cheer up, Rachel—the world is your oyster now. Things are about to get a hell of a lot more fun.” He smiled with a wink. “For the two of us.”
About The Author
Jade Allen is an author of steamy romance novellas crafted with twists and turns, keeping her readers on the edge of their seats. An avid traveler, Jade gets inspired by her exotic adventures around the globe. She loves spicy food and is a self-proclaimed cappuccino addict. Jade lives in Manhattan with her cat, Sydney, and her long time beau.
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