COWBOY ROMANCE: Justin (Western Contemporary Alpha Male Bride Romance) (The Steele Brothers Book 1)

by Amanda Boone

  As for what his body was like under his clothes, she could only imagine – and did, quite frequently, when she needed a little sexual relief.

  “Good morning, Mr. Denning.” She set down the tray and filled a cup before bringing it to him. “I wasn’t expecting you so early. Is everything all right?”

  “Not exactly.” Simon turned, shifting his weight onto the cane he’d been using since nearly being killed protecting the Prime Minister. “There’s some chatter about the cartel planning another assassination, and Umbra is here in the islands. This time I’m going to get him, but to do that, I need your help.”

  Anna knew how determined her boss was to eliminate the notorious cartel hitman, who, in addition to shooting Simon, was responsible for dozens of deaths. “What can I do, sir?”

  He took the cup from her hands before he said, “You can go on a date with me to a kinky sex club.”

  * * *

  Simon saw anger flash in his secretary’s emerald-green eyes before she poured another cup of tea and sat down. “I know what you’re thinking, Anna. I nearly lost my leg, thanks to Umbra, and I’m in no condition to dance with him again.”

  “You should still be in hospital recovering,” she said sharply, and then sighed. “Please, sir. Let them send someone else after him.”

  “I’m the only one who has ever gotten a decent look at this bastard, so it has to be me – or us, as it happens. The club only allows couples as guests.” Simon saw her twist her fingers together. “You won’t have to have actual kinky sex with me, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

  “Not at all.” She flattened her hands against her skirt. “It’s just that I’m not a field operative, sir.”

  He limped over to his chair and sat down. “What does that matter?”

  “Mr. Denning, I am your secretary. I type, file, and make tea. I chase off reporters. Occasionally I pick up your dry cleaning. I am part of the illusion that protects you from exposure.” Her fingers trembled as she tucked a tendril of dark red hair behind her ear. “What you need is someone more familiar with such scenarios. Miss Saito, perhaps – she is a practicing submissive, I believe.”

  “Kameko is on assignment in America, seducing some dodgy billionaire scientist,” Simon reminded her. “All the other female operatives within range are too old, not attractive enough, or unable to break cover.” He could see how tight her mouth was, and wondered why she was reacting so strongly to his request. “Anna, you do know that I’m asking only because I’m desperate. If Umbra is targeting the U.S. President—”

  “Oh, of course.” She rose and refilled his tea. “Which kinky sex club is it again?”

  “That cesspit called ‘The Whip Hand.’” He saw the pot wobble and deftly took it from her. “No doubt that’s why Umbra obtained a membership; he’s always been especially brutal toward women.”

  Anna sat down, her pale face awash with morning light. Simon saw how the Caribbean sun picked out the strands of copper in her hair, the amber flecks in her viridian irises, and the gold tips of her dark eyelashes, and felt his gut clench. All this time he’d been unwaveringly diligent about keeping his hands off his sweet, sad little secretary, and now he was obliged to drag her down into the muck of his spy work. But Simon also knew if he missed this chance to take down Umbra, he might never get another – and the President of the United States could pay for it with his life.

  “I know it’s dangerous, and you’re scared,” he told her gently. “But I won’t let any harm come to you, Anna.”

  “All right.” She regarded him with her usual calm restored. “What must I do?”

  Chapter Two

  Anna had just finished applying her lipstick when she heard the Jaguar pull up to the front of her cottage, and she stepped back to take one last look at herself in the mirror. Simon had sent over the surprisingly pretty flowered dress and sexy high-heeled sandals for her to wear. They made her look younger than she was, but she supposed that was the point. The more innocent she looked, the more convincing she would be as his shy submissive girlfriend – and as she thought that, she felt excitement flutter in her heart, and fear knot in her stomach.

  “Stop it,” she told her reflection. “It’s a farce, that’s all.”

  Simon was waiting by the front door when Anna stepped out, and he inspected her before he nodded. “Very nice. You look quite dewy-eyed.”

  “Thank you.” She tried to think of something polite to say about the head-to-toe black he wore when something occurred to her. “What if Umbra recognizes you from the assassination attempt on the P.M.?”

  “He won’t. I was undercover that day as a copper, in riot gear. The helmet covered my face and hair.” Simon took her arm and led her to his Jag, helping her inside before climbing in behind the wheel. “Did you talk to Kameko about acting the part of a submissive?”

  “Yes.” Anna cringed a little as she remembered how frank the Asian operative had been with her instructions. Kameko had also recommended Simon speak to James Gard, ex-SEAL billionaire industrialist spy who was also a practicing dominant. “Were you able to reach Mr. Gard?”

  “Indeed. James gave me the crash course on domination.” Simon glanced sideways at her. “I won’t hurt you, you know. Not ever, my dear girl.”

  “I never expected that you would, sir.” She hesitated before she asked, “If I do slip up, Kameko suggested that you correct me immediately. Apparently it’s fairly common to see dominants discipline their submissives at these clubs.”

  Simon didn’t say anything for long moment. “You’d allow me to give you a smacking?”

  “Naturally.” She tugged at the hem of her skirt. “As your submissive, I’m your sexual chattel. I’m supposed to enjoy anything you do to me.”

  “But would you like it?” he asked softly.

  Anna wondered how her boss would react to being smacked himself – in the head. “I’m not doing this for my own pleasure, Mr. Denning. I’m helping you avoid exposure in order to eliminate a dangerous target.”

  “You sound like you’re MI-6 now,” Simon said. “But you didn’t answer the question, Anna.”

  She wanted to tell him the truth, but revealing her secrets to Simon would only end badly. “Whatever attention I do or do not enjoy from a man is none of your business, sir.”

  His jaw tightened. “It is tonight.”

  “Very well. I suppose I am a bit of submissive.” Anna stared out the window. “I prefer the man to be in charge of things. I like feeling feminine, and even a little helpless. Is that enough, or would you like to hear details of how my dead fiancé made love to me?”

  “That’s more than adequate, thank you.” Simon slowed the Jaguar as they approached an old colonial building with blacked-out windows and armed guards flanking the front entry. “We’re here.”

  * * *

  Simon handed his keys over to a valet before he went around the car for Anna. The dress he’d chosen for her to wear swirled around her thighs as she stepped out, and the delicious scent of her honeysuckle perfume drifted around him, warming the breath he took.

  “I’m sorry I was so snide before,” she said, looking uncertain now. “I’m a very private person.”

  “I know that.” When he tucked his arm around her waist he felt her flinch, and wondered if he should scrap the operation now. “Anna, if you’d rather not—”

  “No, I’m fine,” she assured him. “It’s only been a while since a man has touched me, well, anywhere.”

  “Not since Gareth, then?” When she shook her head, he felt like snatching her up and kissing her breathless. “That won’t do. After this is over we have to get you a boyfriend, darling.”

  “Maybe I’ll find one here.” She returned his stare with a mischievous smile. “You should see your face right now.”

  “You may get that smacking after all.” He guided her up to the front entry, where he gave the guard their guest pass. The unsmiling thug patted them both down before he opened the door.

 
The smell of liquor, sweat and tobacco smoke enveloped them, and once Simon’s eyes adjusted to the murky interior light, he led Anna over to a bar to buy cocktails for them.

  “Don’t drink a drop of it,” he told her as he escorted her to a small table by a stage where three half-naked women were dancing. “Just bring it to your lips as if you are, and then pour a bit on the floor when no one is looking.”

  She looked up at the women on the stage, who were now slapping each other’s breasts, and shuddered. “Do you see him?”

  “Umbra avoids being out in the open, so he’s likely not down here. My guess is he’s in one of the play rooms on the second floor.” He nodded toward a blocky, dark-skinned man walking toward them. “That’s Charles, who arranged for the guest pass. We’ll need to convince him we’re here to play before he’ll let us go up.”

  “Well, then.” She squared her shoulders. “Get to it, sir.”

  “No topping from the bottom, darling.” Simon hauled her from her chair onto his lap, and dragged her arms behind her back where he clamped one hand around her wrists. “And don’t struggle, or I’ll give you that smacking you’ve been begging for all night, right here.”

  Looking down at the jut of her breasts made Simon’s cock stiffen, for her nipples had hardened and now plainly poked out beneath the thin, filmy fabric of the dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra, he realized, and brought his hand up to cradle her breast with his palm to confirm it.

  “Are you naked under this dress?” he demanded, and gave her nipple a firm tug.

  “No, sir.” Anna reacted to his touch with a shivery sigh, and arched her back, pushing her breast against his hand. “That feels . . . convincing.” She darted a look at Charles as he reached them before she stared at the floor.

  “Simon, glad you could make it tonight.” The islander’s smile widened as he looked over Anna. “Who is this enchanting creature?”

  “I’m Cherry, sir,” Anna said in a breathy little voice.

  Simon caught her chin and made her look at him. “Did I give you permission to speak?” When she shook her head he glanced at Charles. “She’s very new to the scene, unfortunately. Would you have a more private spot I can use to discipline this cheeky little bint?”

  The islander laughed. “We got all kind of rooms, my man. Follow me.”

  Simon scooped Anna onto her feet, and then dragged her by the arm as he followed Charles up the stairs to the second floor. There they passed by the open doors to several rooms occupied by couples and small groups of club members before they arrived at an empty room.

  “You may use this one for the next hour,” the islander told them, and then caressed Anna’s cheek. “Do you share her, Simon? I would love to see this pretty mouth sucking my fat cock.”

  Anna paled, but she quickly recovered and made a show of licking her lips.

  “I’m keeping her for my own use for now, old chap,” Simon drawled. “But when I’m done with her, I’m sure she’ll be happy to accommodate you. She does love to have her mouth stuffed.”

  “Really.” Charles’s eyelids drooped. “I would very much like to see that. Have her suck you now, while I watch.”

  Chapter Three

  Anna felt Simon’s muscles knot, and when she looked up saw fury darkening his brilliant eyes. Charles’s demand had enraged him past the point of rational thought, she sensed, and if she didn’t do something quickly the entire operation would be blown.

  “Please, Master,” she said and reached down to unbuckle Simon’s belt. “Let me show your friend how I pleasure you.” She rubbed her palm slowly against his crotch, catching her breath as she felt the heavy bulge of his erection.

  Simon’s outrage turned to something much hotter as he stared down at her. “I know you’re shy, Cherry. I don’t want you to sacrifice your modesty for me.”

  “Making you feel good is worth it.” Anna stroked the confined ridge of his penis. “You are worth anything, Master.”

  A muscle in Simon’s jaw ticked before he nodded. “Over here.”

  He led her to the big armchair, where he sat and pushed her down on her knees in front of him. He grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back to kiss her throat, and then moved his mouth beside her ear.

  “You don’t have to do it for real,” he murmured, his voice tight. “Just pull your hair forward so he can’t see what you’re actually doing with your mouth.”

  “That won’t convince him.” She slowly released his zipper, opening his trousers and reaching in to curl her fingers around his erect shaft. Touching him made her sigh with delight, for he felt deliciously thick. As hard as if he’d been hewn from marble and covered in silk velvet, too. “But this will.”

  Anna parted her lips over the engorged head of his penis, letting the damp warmth of her breath touch him before she dipped her head and kissed him. The satiny feel of his cockhead against the soft curves of her lips made her shiver, and she felt an answering tremor in his thighs.

  “I’m going to make you feel good now, Master.” She ran the tip of her tongue along the edge of her lips to dampen them. “So good.”

  Anna looked up, meeting his narrowed eyes as she parted her lips and took him into her mouth, her tongue curling along the ridge of his glans as she sucked lightly on him. He tasted salty and musky, and smelled even better. A hum of pleasure that started in her throat rose to vibrate over his swelling girth.

  “Such tenderness.” Charles’s voice sounded close, as if he’d come across the room to stand beside them. “She is very sweet, this one. Do you train her to be this way?”

  Anna ignored him as she bobbed her head, sliding more of Simon’s shaft into her mouth. Rubbing the vein-laced column gently with the flat of her tongue made a wanton heat spread through her belly. She gave into it as she closed her lips and tugged, sucking him as she’d always imagined she would.

  I’m going to make him come in my mouth.

  Now Charles and the club vanished as she took Simon, giving him head, sucking his cock, letting him fuck her mouth. It was only one of the dirty fantasies she’d imagined on so many nights, alone in her bed, rubbing her aching clit slowly as she used her desire for her boss to satisfy herself.

  Only it had never been as satisfying as this.

  Anna felt Simon’s fingers sift through her hair, and then he was guiding her, showing her the rhythm that he wanted. She relaxed her throat so she could take more and more of him. When the tip of her nose touched his body hair, Simon made a rough, guttural sound.

  “Ah, look at her,” Charles said. “She is a slut for your cock, my friend.”

  Anna slipped her hand beneath Simon’s thrusting shaft, and cradled his balls in her fingers, caressing them gently until she felt them tighten. She slid his full length into her mouth, sucking steadily until his shaft jerked and he let out a low, stuttering groan. The first warm, silky jet of his seed pumped into her mouth and she swallowed, relishing it and every spurt that followed.

  When he had finished, Anna let his penis slide from her lips, pausing only to kiss the reddened dome before she rested her cheek against his thigh. Simon stroked her hair as he let his head fall back and closed his eyes.

  “I will leave you now,” Charles said. “You have made my cock like iron, Cherry. I must find someone who needs to be fucked hard, right away.”

  * * *

  Simon didn’t know what to say to his secretary, who had just given him more pleasure with her mouth than he’d gotten from his last dozen lovers. She’d voluntarily sucked his cock, too, which only made matters worse.

  “I think we’ve persuaded him, sir,” Anna said, and sighed before she lifted her head. “Where do you think Umbra is? In one of these rooms?”

  “I don’t bloody care.” He did, but it seemed more important to scoop Anna up onto his lap and hold her for few more minutes. “I never expected this of you, darling girl. You’ve made me feel—”

  “Please.” Anna pressed her fingertips to his lips to stop him. “What I di
d was . . . completely against the rules. We’re here to find that killer. Let’s focus on that.”

  She was lying, right to his face. Simon knew why, too. At some point over the last five years, his loyal, dedicated Anna had broken her word and fallen in love with him. He recognized this because he’d just done the same damn thing.

  Or I’ve always been in love with her.

  Simon stood and set her on her feet. Once she was steady, he cradled her face between his hands and kissed her as he’d always imagined he would — full-on, wet, wicked and completely ravishing. He took her mouth with his tongue and teeth and lips until she shuddered in his arms, until her knees gave out, until he had to hold her up to keep her from collapsing. Even then he could have stopped but he didn’t; he kissed her until they were both moaning and pressing against each other.

  Only when he thought he might rip the dress from her body did Simon finally wrench his mouth from hers.

  “Now, you listen to me,” he told her as their panting breaths mingled. “This is impossible. We can’t be together. You deserve better, so much better, than a used-up, burnt-out sod like me. But when we get out of here, Anna, the moment we’re alone, and there’s a flat surface, and complete privacy, I’m going to have you.”

  Her eyes widened. “But, sir—”

  “Shut up. I’m going to strip you, and touch you, and put my hands and mouth all over you. I’m going to stuff myself into you and stroke you until you cry out my name. In fact, I’m going to shag you senseless. Then I’ll probably want to start all over again, so I really hope you don’t have any plans for the weekend.” When she opened her mouth to reply, he held up a warning finger. “There will be no discussion. This will happen. The moment we’re shut of this. Fuck the bloody damn rules. Is that clear?”

  She took in a shuddering breath before she said, “Yes, sir.”

  “Good.” He grabbed her hand. “Now let’s find that sodding wanker who nearly crippled me.”

  As they turned toward the door, a pair of girls dressed like cheerleaders applauded wildly.