He leaned forward until he lay on top of her and then gathered her into his arms. Skin to skin, breast to breast, he slowly stroked into her as he whispered how beautifully sexy she was. How much he loved being inside her warmth. She moaned non-stop, but he wanted more. He wanted to mark her, brand her as his. He’d never felt this primal with a woman. Tried to rein it in, but after a few moments of gritting his teeth against the urges, he gave up the fight.
On his knees again, he took her with him until only the top of her shoulders were left on the bed. Stomach muscles tightened as he clenched his teeth and withdrew his length until only the head of his cock was in her creamy, moist heat. He pistoned into her but gave her only that little bit. Her hips rose to meet him stroke for stroke, but he wouldn’t give her any more than that.
She’d been so unbelievably full of him, reveled in the deep plunging he’d been giving her. Now he teased her with quick shallow strokes and Delaine was on fire, desperate to have all of him inside her again. She had no shame as she grabbed the sheets and ripped at them with her nails. She yanked and pulled at his body, trying to get more of him. Her head thrashed back and forth and her hair became a wild silky tangle. Every other word from her lips was his name.
Then she begged, and he completely lost it.
“Justin, stop teasing me! Oh, god! Please… please! Give it to me!”
It was over for him. He didn’t need any more encouragement to sink back into her depths. In fact, he couldn’t wait another second. He leaned forward, supported his weight with one arm and held Delaine by the hip with the other until she was tight against his body.
He plowed deeply until he thought he’d see his cock behind her eyes. Damn she was tight, and felt so good, so right as he rode her hard. Sweat poured off him and mingled with hers until he was wet to the scalp with it. He growled, swore, moaned and pumped until his name was one long word out of her mouth.
“JustinJustinJustinJustinJustin!”
He ground down and felt Delaine’s wet heat flutter and tighten around him, milking him as he panted wicked words in her ear.
“Ah, baby, you feel so good. Come for me. Milk my cock and give me that cream.” And she did, tightening almost painfully around him, squeezing then scalding him with her flowing juices. He came with a shout right behind her. His fingers dug into her hips, back arched and head fell back as he let loose inside her. Justin erupted, filling her with his seed until it flowed out of her dripping honey pot and down onto the sheets.
He lay on top of her for long moments and relished the soft stroke of Delaine’s fingers over his back and shoulders. Finally her caress slowed, then stilled. She’d drifted off to sleep, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave her body just yet. Carefully positioning her limp form until they lay spoon style, he reached down and pulled the covers up over them and settled down to untangle her beautiful hair with his fingers.
* * * * *
Delaine woke in the middle of the night to the feel of hard, warm male behind her. Tucked underneath a strong chin, solid thighs were pressed behind hers, a well-formed arm thrown over her hip, and her head lay on a thick biceps instead of her pillow. Goodness, she was surrounded by strong man. And she liked it.
Justin tightened his embrace, sighed in his sleep and then eased his hold. She rolled slowly away and got up to go to the bathroom. When she climbed back into bed, she lay on her side for a moment, sorting through her thoughts and everything she’d seen and heard since she’d arrived in Charlotte. In the end, all she could think about was how cold the sheets felt way over on this side of the huge bed. Then she was suddenly surrounded with warmth as Justin encircled her waist and hauled her over to his side. She snuggled close and said one simple word for the most mind-blowing sex she’d ever had in her life.
“Wow.”
“Hmmm?” he sighed sleepily.
“Well, I’ve never had an orgasm before,” she muttered sheepishly.
Justin was wide awake now and peered at her through the darkness. “What? You were married for eighteen years, had two kids and the man never made you come?”
She blushed. “Well, Gary wasn’t the most attentive lover. I didn’t know I could do it until you made me tonight.”
Her ex-husband was obviously an idiot. She deserved so much better. Deserved someone attentive, caring. Someone like him. Before he met Delaine, he wouldn’t have entertained these kinds of thoughts to save his life. Settling down wasn’t something he’d planned on, especially in his line of work. But now that he’d talked with her, touched her, these kinds of permanent thoughts felt right. He didn’t even question wanting to be with her. Instead, he kissed the top of her head and nuzzled the back of her neck and shoulders.
She tilted her head to give him better access to the tingly spot he’d found earlier. She took a quick intake of breath when his hand slid up from her hip to caress the underside of her breasts. It amazed her that he instinctively knew what she liked and exactly how she liked it. Reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck, her fingers brushed against something that hadn’t been there when she’d fallen asleep. Gingerly she touched six neat fat braids, three on each side of her head. It was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done. Hot tears pooled behind her eyes and spilled down her cheeks until her shoulders shook with emotion.
“What is it, baby? What’s wrong?” Alarm seized the inside of Justin’s stomach. He held her tighter, pressing her back tight against his chest. A lump formed in his throat at her wracking sobs. He simply couldn’t bear to hear her cry.
At his soft, caring words, Delaine rolled over and buried her face in his chest and bawled like a baby.
“Please, baby, tell me what’s the matter. I can’t stand to hear you cry,” he said softly into her hair, placing soothing little kisses everywhere his lips could reach.
She hiccupped and sniffed, “You braided my hair.”
“Hell, I’ll take them out if it upsets you that much. I love your hair and thought you’d want it out of the way while you slept,” he said as he reached up to take the braids down.
“No!” she screeched. He snatched his hands back quickly and for the first time in a long time, Justin had no idea what to do. Her next words pierced his heart.
“No one has ever combed my hair before,” she sobbed. “It’s such an intimate, sweet gesture, I don’t know what to say. Justin, look, I don’t know where this is going, or if we’ll even be together next week, but thank you for making me feel so special tonight.”
“You’re welcome, beauty. It was my pleasure.” He gently took her tear-stained face between his hands and kissed away the trail of tears. His mouth took hers in a sweet caress. Their tongues dueled lazily, but he found himself as hard and fiercely needy as the first time. Justin pulled her leg up over his hip and caressed her lovely, round ass. A finger disappeared into her pussy from behind and her hips circled against his hand. She was already wet and more than ready.
“Are you sore?” he asked, thinking if she wasn’t tender from the pounding he’d given her earlier, she should be.
“Mmmm.” Lord, how could he make her feel so hot and needy with so little effort? His touch made her cream, her womb clench, made her crave the finger stroking in and out of her body. He added another finger and she arched against him with a ragged moan.
“If you’re sore, baby, I shouldn’t make love to you again.”
“Then no…not sore.” Breathless, she wiggled her hips, wanting him to sink his fingers deeper.
“Are you lying, Delaine?” He playfully nipped her ear then soothed the bite with a swipe of his tongue.
“That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Now, do you think you can make me come again? I just want to be sure I can really do it,” she queried playfully, her tears a thing of the past.
“Do you think I can make you come again?” he asked, loving their word play, sliding his fingers as deep as he could get them up her creamy passage.
“Oh, yes. Yes, I definitely think so,” she b
reathed out in a rush as his fingers were replaced with a thick, throbbing cock.
Chapter Nine
“Good morning, beautiful.”
“Good morning, handsome,” Delaine replied into her speaker phone as she ran her fingers through her thick hair to undo the twists she’d put in before she’d gone to sleep. She’d hoped he would call, and he hadn’t disappointed her in the two weeks they’d been seeing each other. She was glad he couldn’t see her looking at herself in her bathroom mirror, grinning like a loon.
“I enjoyed spending time with you last night,” he said seductively. “When can we get together again?”
“Well, you don’t waste any time getting to the point, do you?” she asked saucily.
“Baby, I don’t have any time to waste. If I see a priceless jewel should I reach for it? Or should I pretend I don’t see it and hope it’s still there the next time I happen to come around?”
Well, didn’t he have a way with words? He made her feel all warm and gooey inside, like melting caramel.
“How about dinner tonight?”
“I’m not sure if I can make it tonight,” she said, disappointed that it was true. She really needed to do some surveillance. She was really close to getting what she needed on Baker but was frustrated because she wasn’t further along in the case. That damned Sarah Ann was on her like white on rice since that day Delaine had shaken her off her trail.
“Have another hot date lined up already, eh,” Justin said, half-serious.
“Sorry, but this sistah can’t move that fast,” she teased.
“Baby, I happen to like your moves,” he crooned into the phone. “So how about it? My place, say, seven o’clock? If we get through dinner early, we can work on getting my bed to smell like hot sex and you, like your bed does.”
“You are such a freak,” she giggled.
“Yeah, and you like it.”
“All right, I give!” she laughed, knowing he was out of her league when it came to sexual banter, but she was catching up. “I’ll come as long as I don’t have to eat delivered Chinese food.”
Justin’s totally male laugh made her breath catch as her insides danced at his masculine chuckle. Lord, she just loved his voice. They finalized their plans and Delaine headed out the door for what was becoming a habit of Sunday morning breakfast at Le Peep with Pam.
If Pam noticed Delaine was dressed in black tactical gear and SWAT-issued boots, she didn’t mention it.
* * * * *
Justin parked several blocks away from Astin Pharma, snuck in the back gate and into the building through a back door some idiot left propped open so they could take a smoke break.
It was Saturday and there shouldn’t be anyone in the building except the process engineers on the main production floors. But lately, Baker hadn’t been sticking to his regular schedule. If the man was anything, he was meticulous and predictable, and Justin wondered if Delaine’s presence was the reason for his out-of-character behavior.
He made his way to one of the restricted elevators, flipped open his cell phone, hit the speed dial and spoke quietly.
“Okay, I’m in. Do your thing,” he whispered into the mouthpiece. He held the display panel of the phone up to the badge scanner. A moment later a beep sounded and the elevator doors slid smoothly open. Another beep and a click later, it started its descent. Justin spoke quickly into the mouthpiece.
“Thanks, Derrick. Now tell me what you did in case I have to explain my way out of it later.”
“I hacked the database and saw that Baker recently gave the Sarah Ann chick who’s been tailing your girl access to The Vault. I displayed the barcode from her badge onto the screen of your digital cell. The reader in the elevator doesn’t know the difference between the badge and the phone.”
“But what about the logs that show who’s been in and out of the elevator?”
“Baker tried to be slick by programming Sarah Ann’s badge with a fictitious name, but that works to our advantage. The system won’t show that either you or she were ever there.”
“You’re a genius. Thanks, man.”
“No problem. By the way, I’m still working on getting more details on Delaine. We’re almost one hundred percent sure she’s with Aegis, which is good for us. Spencer’s calling one of his contacts to verify. And there’s a small problem.”
“What?” Justin asked impatiently, not liking the hesitation in his partner’s voice.
“You’re going to have to keep an even closer eye on Delaine than you already are.”
Justin’s brow furrowed as a lump formed in the pit of his stomach. This couldn’t possibly be good. Hell, he’d been spending so much time with Delaine, if he watched her any closer he’d be living with her. While that particular thought held appeal, he pushed it away and focused on the conversation with Derrick.
“What do you mean keep a closer eye on her?”
“Because Baker knows she’s undercover. I don’t know how, but she’s been compromised.”
This was not what he wanted to hear. Baker was a dangerous son of a bitch and the thought of anything happening to Delaine at his hands made the blood behind Justin’s eyes boil. He was so angry, he literally saw red. “Shit!” Justin fumed, raking his hand through his thick red hair as the elevator continued to plummet.
“My sentiments exactly. All indications are the two of you are on the same side. Why don’t you just talk to her about what we know?”
“Are you crazy? And have Spencer fry my ass?” Justin growled into the mouthpiece, squeezing the phone so hard it was a wonder the thing didn’t break in two.
“Look, Justin, you’ve never been this crazy about a woman in the ten years I’ve been working with you. I know you care about her. Besides, Baker is your target, not Delaine. I’m not saying you should blow your own cover, but talking to her about Baker may be the only way she’ll let you help her. I know you can come up with some way to talk to her about Baker without telling her you’re D.E.A.”
“Look, Derrick, there’s no way in hell I’m lying to Delaine! I’ll just have to watch her back without her finding out.”
“You don’t have authorization for that, man. You know regulations.”
“Fuck regulations! She’s my woman, damn it! And I’m not going to let Baker get his hands on her just because the regs say I can’t get involved in another agent’s case without auth!”
“All right, man, I feel you. I’ll run it by Spencer and get back to you.”
“What the hell do I do in the meantime?”
“If Delaine hears from someone else that you’re working the same case, she’s going to fry your ass and you won’t have to worry about Spencer. She’s a sistah, and they don’t play. Trust me, I know. And there’s the possibility that if Baker knows …
“…then someone else knows too,” Justin reasoned quickly. “Damn it! I may have no choice but to talk to her, but not today. I’ll catch up with you later, Derrick. I’m going to lose the signal any second. Almost at the bottom.”
“Good luck, man.”
“Yeah, thanks.” Justin disconnected the call and turned off his cell completely. He flipped it over to make sure the homing beacon still flashed faintly, then slipped it into his back pocket just as the elevator doors hissed open.
* * * * *
Delaine walked right through the front door, her long cloak hiding the jacket and black tactical gear. She headed straight for her office, locked the door and did a little creative hacking. In minutes she’d bypassed the main security camera program and fed the digital photos she wanted the security guards to see into the system that controlled all the camera links. The program would only run for ten minutes, which was more than enough time to get into a restricted elevator unseen.
Her badge and digital key worked perfectly, just like before, and in moments she was speeding down to The Vault. Before the doors opened, she checked the guns in the holsters under her jacket, a lethal black bowie knife tucked in her boot and the homing
device hidden behind her ear.
She knew exactly which lab she needed to break into, having explored all the tunnels over the last few weeks. Every tunnel led to a legitimate research and development lab, except for the two tunnels on the far right. Both these labs were always locked. The first, which she’d successfully broken into, appeared to be scrubbed clean after every use. Whoever had been using it left no evidence of what they were doing in there. She’d found no dust, no residue. Not even a fingerprint. The second tunnel led to an identical lab she hadn’t been in yet. It was larger and had another door near the back. And she headed straight to it.
She encountered no one as she slipped her gloves on and picked the lock. Once inside, she eased the door closed and slid the deadbolt home. A quick sweep of this front room found it clean but not spotless. There were a couple of used vials, a pair of tweezers and even a small dissolution test kit. On one of the metal tables she found a small bit of some kind of pink powder. Delaine put a sample in a small glass vial, careful not to inhale or get it anywhere on her skin or clothes. Sealed and secured in a plastic baggie, she tucked it inside her inner jacket pocket and made her way to the door at the back of the room.
Closing the door softly behind her, she threw the deadbolt and stepped fully into the room. Her gut promptly twisted. This room was soundproof and would prevent her from hearing anyone approach. She’d have to work fast. She passed by the lab equipment, three doors that she assumed were closets for storage, along with file cabinets, and went directly to a wide-screen monitor with playback equipment hooked up to it. The playback cables were connected to three video cameras arranged in front of small neatly made beds, and a medical table with stirrups on one end.
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