He slid out of me. He rubbed my clit some more. “You feel amazing, little one,” he rasped. “You okay?”
My body flooded with pleasure. I liked that I pleased him. I nodded.
“A little further this time,” he whispered, his cock pushing into me again.
Oh. Oh. That actually felt very, very—
He groaned. “I don’t know if I can…”
I moved my hips, bringing them up, pushing against him.
He slid the rest of the way inside, filling me to the brim.
I gasped.
He gasped.
We looked into each other’s eyes.
“This feels nice,” I whispered.
“Yeah?” He rolled his hips, thrusting into me.
Oh, whoa. I hadn’t actually realized that he could go even deeper. My hips moved with his, almost instinctively.
A wave of richness rippled through my sex.
Oh, oh, oh.
This was happening, really happening. We were moving together, my hips seemingly in perfect time with his pistoning pelvis, and it was like being transported, being melded.
We were in sync, and it sent even more delightful waves through me.
I gasped, gripping him.
He huffed. “I’m trying to hold back,” he said in a tight voice.
“Don’t,” I said. “I want it all.”
He drove himself deeply into me.
And before I even knew what was happening, another wave of pleasure ripped through me, a ecstasy of twitching and clenching as I climaxed against him. I arched my back, clutching him, writhing against him, crying out.
He thrust again, deepening the pleasure, making it grow and expand, and it was swallowing me, and it was purple and electric and shooting through my torso and limbs, all the way from my toes to the roots of my hair.
I clutched him. I clamped my thighs tight around his body.
“Fuck, Kiera,” he breathed. “If you don’t stop doing that, there’s no way I can hold back.”
“Please don’t hold back,” I managed, from the throes of my orgasm.
He thrust into me again, and he began to move inside me hard and rough, jamming his thick member in and out of my sensitive passage.
Every thrust drove me to a higher plane of pleasure. I had never felt anything like it before. I felt like he was massaging my clit from the other side, like I was coming from the inside and the outside all at once. I knew nothing in the world except Demetrius’s cock. It was the only thing that was real. And I adored it.
I seized him, pulled him down, kissed him hard.
His hands found my hips, holding them in place, and he kept fucking me nice and fast.
I was still coming, and it kept getting better and better.
And better…
Until it was too much, a confetti shower of pleasure falling around us, as my body spasmed against his member over and over and over again.
I went limp, throwing my arms back and gasping.
He was still moving in me, but I was spent.
“That was… the most…” I let my eyes roll back in my head.
He buried his face in the crook of my neck and sped up.
My mouth formed a silent O. I was still so sensitive down there, and he was pounding me with everything he was worth. It was intense. I didn’t know if I could handle it. It was almost too much, because I’d been taken to such heights—
And then he stopped, going rigid.
I felt him release into my body.
He grunted.
And was still.
* * *
Demetrius
I was careful not to settle all of my weight against her, but I was exhausted in a way that I hadn’t thought I would be. It had been while since I’d had sex with someone, true, but I didn’t remember it being so… all-encompassing in this way. I’d been riding the edge of an orgasm, barely holding it at bay as she moaned and thrashed under me. It had been hands-down the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced, watching her fall apart beneath me.
I hadn’t wanted to let go, not while she was enjoying it so much, but it had been sweet agony holding it in.
And there was something about the savagery of it, something that had kept me fucking her like I couldn’t be stopped, taking her far harder and far faster than I ever should have done. But she hadn’t seemed to mind.
She turned half-lidded eyes to me. “What did you do to me?”
I laughed a little. I disengaged, slowly pulling my softening penis out of her. I didn’t want to—damn, she was so tight. Her hot little cunt had practically been milking my dick the whole time I was in her, the walls of her pussy squeezing me eagerly. But the condom. It wasn’t a good idea to lose the condom. “Sorry,” I muttered.
“It was good,” she said.
I rolled over onto my back.
She propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at me. “You could tell I thought it was good, right?” Her voice was heavy, thick with sex.
“I gathered,” I said, reaching up to pull her down and kiss her.
She thrust her little tongue into my mouth.
Ah, fuck, I half-thought I might get hard again.
She pulled back. “And it was okay for you?”
“Sweetheart, you’re…” I laughed again. “Yeah, it was okay for me.”
She bit down on her lip. “I never had an orgasm like that in my entire life. Jesus Christ, no wonder people have sex so much.” She threw herself down on her back next to me. “I don’t smoke or anything, but I totally want a cigarette.”
I groaned. I was starting to get hard again. Her exuberance was sexy as hell.
“I thought that it was hard for women to have orgasms,” she said, sounding concerned. “But the minute you were inside me, it just started happening. I think it’s because you’re freakishly huge.”
I ran my fingers over her nipples. “Freakishly?”
She looked at me. “Well, I don’t know, I guess. I haven’t really been up close and personal with a lot of penises. But I watch porn, and I thought guys on porn were supposed to be well-endowed. But you’re like really, really thick.” She reached between my legs to touch me.
I shut my eyes. I was getting stiffer and stiffer by the second.
She stroked me experimentally. “Why does it get bigger when I do this?”
I groaned again. I pushed her onto her back, draping both her legs over my shoulders.
She giggled. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to put my freakishly huge cock back inside your sweet pussy,” I said, concentrating on reaching over to find another condom.
“Oh,” she said, breathless.
“Is that okay? Can you take me again?”
She nodded.
“Can I fuck you?” I said, raising an eyebrow, seeing how she took the coarse word.
Her breath hitched, and she nodded again.
Lazily, I caressed her breasts. “Say it.”
“Say what? That I want you to fuck me?”
My balls tightened. “Yeah,” I muttered. “Say it again.”
“Fuck me, Demetrius,” she breathed, her eyes wide. “Please fuck me.”
I slammed the condom over my swollen erection, and plunged into her. This time, I did it all in one stroke, burying myself in her wet snugness.
She gasped.
“You all right?” I was already beginning to stroke inside her. I couldn’t help myself. But if she didn’t like it, I would find some way to make myself stop. I promised myself that.
“Uh huh.” Her breath was shallow. Her hips were moving in rhythm with mine now.
I told myself that I’d slow it way down this time. Take my time with her. Stretch it out and make it good for both of us.
But she was whimpering and then she was writhing, and then she was grabbing my ass and urging me into her.
And I lost it. I couldn’t contain myself. I fucked her as hard and as rough as I had before, and she moaned and bucked against
me, and came in my arms again, and I…
I didn’t know what the fuck I was going to do.
She might be as perfect a woman as ever had existed.
I was fairly sure that her pussy had been created precisely to hug my cock. I didn’t know if I could keep my hands off of her after this.
And she had said… She’d said that this was a solution to a work-related problem, that we’d never do it again.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
This wasn’t a solution at all.
Everything was worse now.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Demetrius
She fell asleep in my arms, my naked body curved around her smaller one, and I knew that I should have gotten up and gone to the couch, left her there alone, because if we woke up together, she wouldn’t like it.
But screw it. I wasn’t sure I cared about that.
I was already formulating a plan, and it included waking her up with my hands on her clit, my mouth on her nipples, and I didn’t think she’d protest if—
What was that?
I had heard a noise, and it had sounded precisely like the door to this office block being opened.
It was locked, so anyone who’d opened it must have picked the lock, and that couldn’t mean anything good.
I looked around in the darkness for my clothes.
I located my shirt, but not my pants.
Great.
Careful not to take the blanket away from Kiera, I grabbed another of the covers and wrapped it around my waist like a towel. I started out of the room, treading quietly.
When I got to the door, I flattened myself against the wall and peered around it.
I didn’t see anything, but I heard someone moving through the rooms.
Then I saw the bright circle of a flashlight coming around the corner.
Damn it. Where the hell was my gun when I needed it? Since when did I fall asleep without knowing where my weapon was?
Since Kiera distracted the hell out of me, that’s when.
The flashlight was coming closer.
Well, I couldn’t let whoever this was near Kiera, so I stepped out, both my hands raised. “I’m not armed,” I said in a low voice. Maybe I could talk this guy down. Whoever he was.
“Geez, Demetrius, what the fuck you wearing?”
My hands went to the blanket, making sure it was secure. I knew that voice. “Giovanni?”
He stepped closer, and the flashlight illuminated both of us. My cousin Giovanni was one of the more bloodthirsty members of the Gallo family, and it had been quite some time since we’d talked. “I was beginning to think I had the wrong place. I got Danny to, uh, do that GPS thing to your cell—”
“How do you even know my number, let alone the GPS?” I was angry.
He shrugged. “Danny’s good at that stuff.”
Danny. I didn’t recognize… “Wait. Little Danny? He’s like thirteen.”
“Fifteen,” said Giovanni. “You know what it was like at that age. He’s eager to be part of the action, wants to do whatever he can to be a made man. I let him do little jobs for me.”
“You should leave him out of it.”
“Relax, he’s not in any danger. I wouldn’t let him get hurt or nothing.” Giovanni grinned at me. “So, you look good. Naked, but good.” He tried to move around me to see into the other room.
I blocked him. “Stay here.”
“You got a girl in there?”
“No,” I said.
He chuckled. “This one a little rodent too?”
I reached out and grabbed him by the neck. “Shut up, you piece of trash.” I let go, shoving him at the same time. “Get the fuck out of here.”
He stumbled, then coughed, massaging himself. “Christ almighty, man.” He doubled over, and then straightened, recovering. “I just wanted to ask you a couple questions, that’s all.”
“We’ve got no business with each other, not anymore. I’m not part of the family. My own mother doesn’t speak to me, so I don’t see why you’re here.”
“It’s about someone you work with. Sable Clarke. She’s one of the other contractors in your little organization. You know her?”
I shook my head. “I never met her.”
“Well, you know what she did, don’t you?”
I sighed. “Look, I hear things, even though I’m not in the family anymore, and I thought that after Uncle Rafael got whacked, the word on the street was to let that go. No one got hurt, right?”
Giovanni shook his head. “Yeah, well, it wasn’t your father that almost got killed by that bitch. Now, you work for the organization that’s hiding her, and if you got any idea where she is, you better let me know.”
“Or what?”
“Or I knock you out, tie you up, and make you watch while I do all kinds of nasty things to the girl in that room. I bet you talk once I do that.”
I rushed him. I had at least fifty pounds on Giovanni and six inches. I tackled him.
He went down. He was trying for his gun.
I got both of his hands and pinned them above his head.
“Your blanket’s coming undone,” he spit at me.
I didn’t even look to check. I just held him down. “I don’t know a damned thing about Sable Clarke. We’re all independent contractors at my organization. I never met the chick. The head guy of the whole place, Ripper, he’s the only one who knows where she is.”
“Why you protecting this Sable bitch? She’s not family, she’s—”
“I’m not protecting her. I don’t know where the fuck she is. I don’t know a damned thing. But even if I did, I’ve put family first before, and I’ll regret it for my entire life. If you so much as look at that girl in there sideways, I will end you, family or not.” I glared at him.
Something changed in his eyes. He looked a little afraid.
I must have been pretty intense.
“Yeah, yeah, okay,” he said.
I let go of one of his hands, and—quick as I could—reached down and removed his gun from where he was keeping it at the waist of his pants.
“Come on, Demetrius. I said—”
“Shut up.” I stood up, one hand holding the blanket in place, the other holding the gun. I trained it on him. “Get the hell out of here, Giovanni.”
He scrambled to his feet. “Fine, I’m going. You’re really overreacting, though, you know—”
“Go.”
He left.
I prowled around the whole set of rooms after he left, checking in every corner to make sure we were safe. He had at least left the door lock in working order, but I wasn’t sure if I trusted it. I went back into the room where Kiera was sleeping to get some more blankets. (And to find my pants.) I was going to sleep in front of the door. Couldn’t be too careful.
I knelt next to her, looking at her beautiful, sleeping face.
I caressed her cheek.
She was right after all. There was no reason for us to ever again do what we’d done last night. If I hadn’t had sex with her, Giovanni might never have even guessed she was there. At the very least, he wouldn’t have assumed she was important to me.
I had to leave her alone.
Either I would hurt her or she’d be hurt because of me.
I couldn’t handle it either way.
I kissed her one last time, my lips soft and slow on hers.
And then I left her.
I would never touch her again.
* * *
Kiera
I rolled over on the air mattress, reaching for Danger. I was cold, and I had fallen asleep snuggled into his warmth.
I couldn’t find him.
And that woke me up completely.
I sat up on the air mattress. He wasn’t in the room anywhere. It was early, early morning, and there was barely any light coming through the windows, but I could still see that he wasn’t on the couch.
Suddenly, I felt very aware of my nakedness. I struggled to find my clothes and put them on.
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Then I padded out of the room, looking for Demetrius.
He was camped out in front of the door, swathed in blankets.
Huh.
That was weird, wasn’t it? I knelt next to him, touching his shoulder, and thought of what it had been like to touch him everywhere, his hard, hot body pressing against mine.
I shivered.
He jumped. “What?” He thrust a gun in my face and was on his feet in seconds, looking left and right.
I scrambled backwards, palms up. “Whoa, it’s only me. It’s Kiera.”
He took a deep breath. “You scared me.”
“I can see that.” I folded my arms over my chest. “Why are you sleeping next to the door?”
“Seemed safer is all.”
I shook my head. “You are a deeply paranoid man, do you know that?”
“It’s not paranoia if people are actually after you,” he said through clenched teeth.
His irritation was adorable to me. I reached for him, because it seemed natural. When we’d gone to sleep last night, I’d thought nothing of kissing him and touching him. I had felt as comfortable with his body as my own.
But now…
I didn’t touch him.
I let my hand drop.
Something had changed.
He cleared his throat. “Uh, well, it’s good that we got all of the, uh, stuff out of our systems last night. I feel much more clear headed.” He pushed past me and headed for the bathroom.
I stood there, feeling bewildered. Sure, last night I had said that having sex was a solution to our distraction, but I hadn’t understood what it would be like. He couldn’t think that I still wanted us to keep our hands off each other, could he?
I didn’t want that.
I wanted…
I sighed heavily. No, I guessed he was right. I didn’t have time in my life for a man.
The toilet flushed, and he came out. “It’s all yours.”
“Thanks,” I said. I started inside, but paused in the doorway to look at him. “I’m glad we got that out of our systems too. Now, I think I can really concentrate on the job.”
“Good,” he said, sucking in a sharp breath. “Good.”
I shut myself in the bathroom then, because I suddenly had the urge to burst into tears.
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