He added a finger, then a second to the mix, thrusting them into her pussy farther than she’d ever be able to get her own. “Oh God,” she bit out. “More, please more.”
For a second she could have sworn she felt him smile against her. In the next she didn’t care since her head was spinning. Arching off the bed she screamed out her release, and then collapsed under him while he licked at her juices.
When he lifted his head he was sucking his own fingers clean, a very pleased expression on his face. Maggie would have said something. If she’d had the breath to do so of course. As it was all she could do was lie there, panting desperately.
Douglas leaned in to kiss her lightly, but she held him to her mouth with the grip she still had on his hair. She didn’t care if she could taste herself on his tongue. It was kind of a turn on actually. Moaning into his mouth she tried to hold onto his hair when he drew away, but lacked the energy.
A kick of adrenaline shot through her when he flipped her over onto her stomach, and tugged her to the edge of the bed. Turning her head she watched as he rearranged her body so her knees were propped on the edge, her ass up in the air. With him standing on the floor it put his cock at just the right spot.
Smiling she arched her back, pushing her ass into the air more. It earned her a smack to her ass. Holy shit, that turned her on. “Again,” she begged.
He gave her a curious look but delivered a second smack to her other ass cheek. She felt her pussy throbbing in need, juices beginning to leak out of her once more.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asked.
She gave a nod. “Yes,” she whispered. “Again.”
Two more smacks, one to each cheek, a little harder than before. Biting her lip she rocked her ass toward him in a silent plea. He gave each cheek another hard smack before placing his hands over her warmed buttocks to rub at her flesh.
She wiggled against him, not entirely sure what she was asking for anymore. The smack that came next nearly had her flying off the bed. He’d slapped his hand to her pussy, and she couldn’t stop the choked sound of pleasure from escaping. Maggie could feel her juices sliding down her thigh now. He had her so ramped up she wasn’t going to survive whatever was coming next.
Apparently next was his cock. The head pressed against her, rubbing up and down her slit, and over her clit. Whimpering in need Maggie grabbed hold of the duvet. She had a feeling she’d need that hold for the next part. And boy, oh boy was she right.
Douglas wasn’t a man to go about things half measure. He got the head of his cock seated, grabbed hold of her hips to still her rocking, and then slid home. Maggie’s toes curled, her fingers flexed, and her whole body screamed at the rightness of it all.
Panting hard she angled her head so she could see him. “Move. Move now.” Fortunately, he was a man that took orders well. He shot her a grin that vaguely resembled a baring of teeth, and slid his cock out of her. With a hard thrust he seated himself again. Impossibly her toes seemed to curl even tighter.
“Oh,” she moaned out. From there things seemed to go a little insane.
Douglas adjusted his stance behind her and began to thrust. Long, hard, deep thrusts of his cock. Scraping over every nerve she had, and ones she didn’t know she had until that moment. One hand held tight to her hip while the other slipped around to play with her clit. Her attention quickly became divided between the sensation of his cock stretching her wide and his fingers toying with her clit.
Then it was all too much, an overload on her senses, and she had to get away from it. Clawing at the bedding Maggie tried to get away, yet her hips kept rocking into every demanding thrust of his cock. Her body couldn’t seem to decide what it wanted, and her mind kept fritzing out and straying. With a pinch of his fingers to her engorged clitoris she slapped her hands down on the bed, lifted her head, and screamed through the best orgasm of her life.
She was done, stick a fork in her. Only Douglas wasn’t.
Withdrawing his cock he flipped her again, pulling her ass to the edge of the bed, and put her feet up on his shoulders. Cupping her bottom he lifted her up, and slid back into her still spasming pussy. With a gasp she threw her head back.
His thrusts became harder, faster, the bed rocking and squeaking under her as he fucked her. It was fantastic—it was too much—God, she wanted more. She was on the ride of her life, and all she could do was hold on. Grabbing hold of the duvet again she met his gaze and could only stare at him. He was intense, focused, unwavering. All of that energy was on her, and only her.
Maggie could feel another orgasm coming, one she knew she’d never survive. Douglas moved one of her legs so it dangled off the bed, and leaned in. The change it brought to how his cock slid into her body had her crying out. Then his mouth was on her nipple, sucking hard, his tongue rolling it around in his mouth.
Reaching up she clawed at his shoulders, arms, any part of him she could reach. She dug in her short nails and held on. A bite to her nipple had her arching up. The pinch to her clit, though, had her screaming out in release.
Dimly, through the rush of blood she heard his own cry of release. His body weight soon pressed her down into the bedding, but she didn’t care. She was floating on the best high of her life. Not once in all her years of sexual activity had she ever had three orgasms. Then again Maggie had never had a man so intently focused on giving her one, let alone three.
Chapter Seven
Over the course of the next twenty-four hours Douglas made love to Maggie in numerous positions, and in as many places of the small suite as he could manage. His personal favorites were the chair, and when he’d laid her out on the coffee table to feast on her pussy.
He’d also told her a little more about the case, why the FBI was after Sorvino beyond what she’d personally witnessed.
“Jimmy recently had a son with a woman we believe he was planning to marry. He didn’t want them mixed up in the life he was a part of for obvious reasons. As a wheelman, hence the nickname, for Sorvino’s syndicate he knew a lot of information. Best we can figure at this moment is that Jimmy was going to turn state’s evidence over so he could get into the witness protection program, marry the mother of his son, and have the life he couldn’t while working for Sorvino.”
“But you don’t know for sure?” she’d asked him.
“No, it’s all speculation right now. The signs seem to be there now that we know what to look for in all the surveillance we’ve gathered. Originally we thought it was some sort of inner organization fighting. A power struggle basically. They happen from time to time, so we didn’t look further until Jimmy ended up dead. Given the information Jimmy would have been privy to he could have crippled Sorvino’s organization, and put a lot of them into prison had he actually come forward to the Feds, or the DA. Sorvino especially as he was his personal driver when not providing the getaway vehicle for other jobs,” Doug had told her.
Looking down at her now, lying in his arms and with an arm flung around his waist, he was glad he’d told her a little more. It had seemed to help her come to terms with what she’d witnessed. They’d only just finished dinner. A necessity after yet another round of creative sex. He liked the fact she was adventurous and had a bit of a kinkier side. Holding her close to him while she dozed was also amazingly satisfying. She was loose, relaxed, and seemed rather happy.
Unfortunately the bliss could only last so long. The interruption of his phone ringing had them both going on edge. “Be right back,” he said softly. Pressing a kiss to her lips he slipped from the bed to go to his pants, and dig out his phone.
“Burrows,” he said after checking the display.
“We have a problem,” Gary told him.
“Talk to me.”
“Sorvino’s slipped the net we had around him. Along with two of his guys.”
“Shit, when?” he asked.
“Two hours ago.”
“Why the fuck am I only now hearing about this?” he demanded. Grabbing up his pan
ts he yanked them up his legs, zipped, and buttoned them. Doing up the belt was quick, and then he was digging through the small bag he’d brought for a shirt. The other one was good for nothing but the trash bin.
“I only just found out,” Gary said. His partner sounded pissed. “There was a leak in the police department. Apparently they were sitting on the notification from the officers on scene.”
“You plugged it up I’m guessing.”
“Damn straight. But, Doug, we don’t know where Sorvino is.”
“If there was a leak there, I’m betting stalling that notification wasn’t the only thing this person did.”
“Shit, hold on.”
Douglas listened while papers were rattled around. Turning he indicated to Maggie she needed to dress. Fortunately, she got his lousy miming.
“Got it. Son of a bitch, the guy was on shift when Maggie came in. He must have seen her statement. Fuck. That means Sorvino likely knows exactly where you are.”
“Yeah, I got that part. Get a team over here, now. I’m going to get Maggie out of the room, and see if I can’t find somewhere else to go in case Sorvino has the room number, too.”
“On our way. Keep your phone on you.”
“Yup.” Ending the call he put it on vibration only, slipped it into his pocket, and quickly finished dressing. The last piece was putting his gun on his hip. By the time he was done Maggie was dressed in jeans, a tee, and runners.
Leaving everything else where it was Douglas took her hand, snatched up his badge, and headed for the door. A quick check of the peephole, and he opened it. Easing out Doug checked the hall, listened, and then pulled her from the room. “We’re going to the stairwell. We’ll go up a couple of floors, and maybe we’ll get lucky with a maid service or something so we can duck into another room for the time being. Otherwise we’ll just keep walking along. We belong here, no reason for anyone to look our way. Okay?”
She nodded, but he could see the terror in her eyes once more. Cupping her face he leaned in to kiss her. “I’m not letting anything happen to you.”
“I know,” she whispered. “Don’t get yourself hurt in the process, please. I find I’ve become rather fond of you.”
Smiling he laughed quietly. “I’m rather fond of you as well, Miss Maggie. Come on,” he said.
For the next fifteen minutes they meandered their way higher into the hotel. Unfortunately they were starting to run out of floors. Obviously it was the wrong time of day for the maid service because they hadn’t even seen one cart.
His phone vibrating in his pocket had him practically jumping out of his skin. “Yeah?”
“We’re here. Both the cops on watch are down. Thankfully alive,” Gary told him.
“Sorvino’s here.”
“Yup. Where are you?”
Looking around he spotted a number on a door. “Sixteenth floor. We’re heading to the elevator now though, and coming down.”
“We’ll be waiting.”
Douglas took Maggie’s hand again, and led her to the bank of elevators. It was a bit of a wait, and then they were going down. He’d tucked her into the corner, with him standing in front so if the doors did open up, he’d be the first person anyone saw.
Their luck held until they got to their original floor, and the doors opened. To show Sorvino standing there berating one of his goons, the other pretending to be invisible while facing the elevator. It only took a second for things to start to happen.
The ding of the elevator had all heads turning and gazes lifting for a look. The guy in front saw Douglas. Then his gaze flicked past him, and his eyes widened.
Don’t do it, don’t do it. Pulling his gun Douglas shot the goon in the shoulder when he raised his weapon to fire. Next he took another shot, missing the second goon. A bullet slammed into the elevator somewhere just past his arm, and Maggie screamed.
Firing again, Douglas clipped the second goon’s arm and fired once more to his leg, putting him down. Sorvino was scrambling for a weapon. Moving quickly, Douglas was out of the elevator and tackled the man. He got an elbow to his eye for the effort, but after a short scuffle he had Sorvino pinned under him.
“Maggie?”
“Yeah?” Her voice was shaking.
Perfectly understandable.
“It’s okay, honey. Come here for a moment would you?” When she got close, and without taking his eyes or gun off Sorvino, Doug leaned slightly to the side. “Can you dig out my phone and press one on my speed dial please?”
She did as he asked, and pressed the phone to his ear. “Gary, I have Sorvino on our floor.”
“We’re almost there. Heard the shots and headed for the stairs.”
“Good man.” He moved his head away from the phone, and felt Maggie slip it into his pocket a moment later.
Seconds, maybe minutes later, chaos reigned. FBI agents swarmed the hallway to cuff Sorvino and his men. Standing to the side with Maggie tucked under his arm Douglas let out a breath.
“Is it over?” she asked once their statements were down on paper, and they were sitting on a lobby sofa watching as his fellow agents spoke with bystanders and other potential witnesses.
“Yeah, it’s over, Mags” he said. Squeezing her hand he frowned. It was over. She’d go back to her life, he’d go back to his, and their time together would be done.
“Good,” she said firmly. Then she turned on her sofa cushion to look up at him. “So when do you intend on taking me out for a real date?”
Stunned by the question it took him a moment to process it. When it clicked in he let out a laugh, looped his arm around her neck, and pulled her in for a kiss. “How’s tomorrow night work for you?”
She scrunched up her nose and tipped her head to the side as if in deep thought. “I think I can squeeze you into my schedule.”
He let out another laugh and kissed her again. Douglas had a feeling he’d have his hands full when it came to Ms. Magdelaine Dubois. And quite frankly, he couldn’t have been any happier.
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Chapter One
“Heads up. Special K is on the move and heading towards the entrance. It’s game time.”
Kade Kellins began walking the designated route and silently groaned at the voice coming through his earpiece. Whoever put Sean in charge of surveillance was officially on his shit list. Everyone knew Kade hated that nickname and letting his a-hole of a partner—the one who gave him the damn name in the first place—plant his ass in front of the communications equipment was like handing Sean an invitation to an open mic night. Guaranteed, that wouldn’t be the last time Kade heard the name tonight. Or tomorrow. Or the next day.
Sean had labeled Kade “Special K” on his first day as a member of Atlanta PD’s Special Enforcement Section when a routine follow-up investigation turned into a bust with a seizure of over 20K worth of the drug. Combine that with what Sean called his “pretty boy looks” and the title had stuck with Kade for the four years since.
Cops never let anything go, and when their taunting got a rise out of their targets, all the better. It was annoying as hell, but basically harmless. Their way of blowing off steam with one another and taking some of the edge out of stressful situations. Like the one they were in now.
About thirty men and women, including Kade and Sean, from various federal and local law enforcement agencies were in the middle of one the biggest operations this year. A tip given six months ago had prompted countless hours of planning and the formation of the joint task force that surrounded the area. If everything went down without a hitch, within a few hours they would have two of the heaviest hitters on the DEA and FBI’s Most Wanted lists in custody, one a drug dealer, the other a sex trafficker. Scum like Yuchenko and Alverez were the exact reasons why Kade had become a police officer. Putting them out of business would be a pleasure, and his body hummed in anticipation at getting the chance to take them down.
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Kade came to the end of the alley and turned left continuing down the sidewalk. The meeting place for their targets was the private club at the end of the next block. The owner, Camp, being one industrious son-of-a-bitch had a bar and strippers in the front while a prostitution ring offering every fantasy or fetish available operated in the back. Some of the employees worked both. Apparently, that wasn’t good enough for him because now he wanted to add trafficking to the list.
The tip that prompted tonight’s activities came from one of the dancers after she overheard her boss setting up the meet and the price he wanted for his involvement. From the intel they’d gathered, the three were looking to join forces with each bringing their particular business expertise to the table. Camp would find the girls. Yuchenko would supply the drugs to keep them agreeable to their new working conditions, and Alverez would sell them to the highest bidder as sex slaves. The outcome for the three going into business together was nothing good. The number of girls they could abduct with that type of operation was staggering, and the likelihood of them ever being seen again was less than a cold-chance-in-hell. Most would die within a year or two from the abuse or the drug addiction. If Kade had his way, the three would be sitting in jail before the night was through and they would never get their hands on a single girl.
Kade’s earpiece came to life once again. “Looking good, Special K, but you better take down the hood before all that gorgeous hair of yours gets messed up. Haven’t I taught you anything about how to get laid? Oh wait, I forgot. You’re holding out for love.”
Kade smirked at the jab. Just because Sean had a different woman in his bed every night, flashing his badge at anything with breasts to get off, didn’t mean Kade had to follow in his footsteps. He didn’t want a quick fuck anymore. He wanted a relationship. Someone to settle down with. Get married. Have some children. What was wrong with that? He was twenty-eight years old, for Christ’s sake, and had only known love once. It was time for him to let go of the past and find it again.
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