Dash felt her tense muscles relaxing, felt her leaning into his kiss, and his cock leaped to full hardness. He almost groaned aloud at the rush, knowing he was way ahead of her, knowing he might have to coax her along. If that bastard ex was the kind of idiot Dash thought he was, little Sara probably hadn’t felt much pleasure with him.
Maybe she had never known pleasure with a man at all. That would make her almost a virgin in Dash’s eyes. His heart was suddenly pounding in his chest. He could show her how it should be, give her a pleasure she had never imagined. And he would start now.
Smoothing his hands up her sides, he cupped her breasts in his big hands and squeezed gently, lightly massaging her sweet flesh. He played with her breasts, rubbing and chafing her nipples through the two layers of fabric. Her low moan almost made him come. Christ, where was his fabled control when he needed it most? He had never been so close to losing it, and he had barely kissed her.
Sara squirmed against the butter soft leather, and her knees parted. Wasting no time, Dash moved between them, forcing them further apart to accommodate his large frame. He wondered if she would pull away, but her head fell back and her legs rose to embrace him, sliding against his hips and pulling him closer to her heat.
God, he could smell the luscious scent of her arousal. It made him salivate thinking of putting his mouth to that sweet pussy. He would push his stiff tongue inside her beautiful body and tease her until she screamed his name. His hands were already pushing her skirt up on her thighs, pulling her damp panties down and off. He buried his face against her, deeply inhaling her delicious fragrance.
Her gasp became a groan as his agile tongue swiped along her slit, swirling around the swollen rosy button at the top. He plunged his tongue inside her, stabbing deep again and again. Sara’s head tossed against the sofa. She seemed lost and burning in the pleasure he provided, and when he pushed two long fingers into her and his suckling mouth fastened around her aching clit, she exploded, bucking and wetting his chin with her cream.
Dash kept his fingers moving gently in and out of her body, to keep her aroused, to keep her hot. He licked his lips, savoring the sweet musk of her as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick cock. He couldn’t resist squeezing once and a drop of pre-cum oozed down the wide, flared head.
He fitted himself to her slick opening and pushed hard, stretching her wide, penetrating in short digs until he was seated deeply within her hot channel. She moaned once and was still. Her eyes were open, dark and dazed with pleasure, locked on his, and his control broke.
He slammed forward, hammering into her soft pussy, groaning with every inward thrust. He was doing her so hard her small breasts were bouncing, and a distant part of his brain recognized that it was too much too soon, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself.
His reaction to her had been intense and almost ungovernable from the first moment when she walked into his office to interview with Carolyn for the job. His body had responded urgently and immediately to her presence, and four months of that daily torture had made him hotter than he could remember being in his life.
Dash adjusted his angle suddenly, making Sara cry out at the flash of pure fire that now accompanied every thrust. Her body arched up rhythmically into his. Little gasping cries escaped her throat.
He pushed down fiercely, and his release shot out of him. It boiled up from his balls like a volcano, thick and scalding hot. He pumped into her over and over, filling her up with his cum.
He heard her shriek as her teeth scraped his shoulder and was fiercely glad she was with him. He hung over her, panting.
Sara went limp beneath him, and his unruly cock jumped inside her, still hard. After so many months of waiting, no way was this going to be over so quickly. He pulled his cock out of her hot core, his eyes riveted as a flood of cum followed his exit, trailing down toward her anus. Christ, everything about this woman turned him on so hard.
Sara whimpered as he pulled away, felt their combined juices sliding out of her body. She felt dazed, aroused. Hardly able to comprehend what had happened. She began to giggle as a thought struck. Sara James had orgasmed with a man in the room.
Dash looked on worriedly as Sara laughed harder. He drew her into his arms, rubbing soothing circles on her back. “Baby, are you hysterical? Because it’s not always like that.”
“Like what?” she asked, stifling another giggle.
“It’s not always so fast, so hard. I can be slow, baby, so slow you won’t remember a time when I wasn’t inside you, the rise to pleasure so gentle, you’ll beg for it before you get it.” His voice was rich and deeply seductive. “I don’t want you to get the idea that sex is always going to be rushed between us.” He seemed to be determined they would be having more of these intimate encounters together.
Sara rubbed her nose in his chest hair, inhaling his male scent. “If it always was fast with you, I’d be okay with that,” she said simply, feeling the instant tension invading his muscles at her comment. “It wasn’t awful before but I’ve never—that is, I don’t—he always said it was my fault that I didn’t feel…”
“Baby,” Dash interrupted, understanding where this was heading, “he was an ass. There’s nothing wrong with you, except you’re so damn sexy you fry my brain to a crisp and make my dick explode. Even when I’ve just had you, I’m hard as stone and dying to get inside you again. I know I took you a little rough, baby, but I’ll be so gentle next time.” Dash brushed his lips over her cheek, nuzzling against her ear and feeling her tremble.
Sara whispered something, her face buried in his chest.
“What was that, honey girl? I didn’t hear you.”
She spoke again, but her mouth was pressed against his throat and the words were indistinct.
“Baby, you can keep doing that as long as you want, but I still can’t hear you,” Dash said, rubbing his big hands up and down her back, smoothing her soft body against him. He flexed his fingers into her rounded hips, pulling her closer.
* * * *
“You didn’t kiss my breasts,” Sara repeated absently, licking his chest, tasting his sweat. Images of his carnal mouth on her breasts had kept her awake more than one night in the past four months, wondering if it could possibly feel as good as her midnight dreams insisted it would. His cock pushed insistently against her thigh, and all she could think of was how close he was to her hungry core.
“That was an oversight for sure,” Dash agreed immediately. He shifted Sara suddenly so that she was straddling his body, his fully engorged cock pushing aggressively against her soft, wet heat. His mouth fastened onto her nipple and he sucked hard as he pressed firmly up into her creamy body. Their moisture eased his way, but it was still a snug fit.
Sara writhed around his hardness, panting and clutching his damp shoulders. His big body stretched her swollen sensitive folds as he pushed in to the hilt. It was almost unbearable, too much sensation, too hot, too tight, too perfect.
“Oh, Dash, oh, God.” She gasped when he licked her stiff red nipples. Back and forth, from one to the other, all the time his cock was moving slowly in her, rubbing the big head against her womb. She could feel him so deep, so hard inside her, it was impossible to keep a thought in her head. He penetrated her, surrounded her, consumed her, and she had never felt so possessed or so free in her life.
Gasping, crying, she begged him for pleasure, and he gave her everything. He worked his big cock, pistoning inside her hot sheath, making her so excited her juices seeped down to wet his balls.
* * * *
Dash was going crazy from the taste and feel of her in his arms at last. Their headlong rush into the flames was making him lose his reason.
They were moving together, faster and faster, until finally he was pounding up into her and she was slamming down to meet his powerful thrusts. Grinding her clit against his pubic hair, she came in a screaming rush.
Dash roared out his release and flooded her with his hot seed. He came and came until he almost
lost consciousness with the force of his pleasure. Damn, what this woman could do to him.
Long moments later, when he had recovered enough to breathe without gasping, Dash gently disengaged their bodies and eased Sara down to the leather sofa. She was breathing slowly and looked to be asleep.
He was amused to see that her skirt was up around her waist and her top was pulled down only enough to free her lovely breasts. She still had one strappy shoe on, so he removed that for her. His own pants were still around his knees. He shook his head, knowing that his reputation as a lover was suffering today. But something about Sara destroyed his control and made him as desperate as a teenager after his four months of unaccustomed abstinence.
The only thing that made his loss of control bearable was that Sara had enjoyed his body, too. The thought of her sweet face tortured with pleasure, her soft voice begging for his cock, was a memory he would cherish until he was old and feeble. He snorted out a laugh. With Sara around, he would probably still have a hard-on then, even when he was too damned old to do anything but think about it.
He zipped his pants, then fetched a damp towel from his private bathroom and wiped the sticky evidence of their pleasure off Sara’s thighs and the leather. He smiled at her sleepy grumbles as he gently cleaned her and frowned at the circles under her eyes. He cursed as he imagined her terror at finding a dead thing in her bed.
Then he tenderly righted her clothing and covered her with his jacket, leaving her to doze in his office while he went out to conference with Isaac and Grange about her bastard of an ex. That son of a bitch was due for a taste of his own medicine, with three ex-Army Rangers shoving the spoon down his throat.
Chapter 3
Sara moaned as she came awake, wondering at the stiffness in her body. As she sat up, a big Armani jacket slid off her to the floor, and the events of the morning came flooding back.
Oh, God. She had done the unthinkable and slept with her boss—twice. Frantically consulting her watch, she moaned again. A nooner, that’s what it was called. She had to escape before he came back. She could never look into those piercing blue eyes again without thinking of his talented tongue pushing into her, making her cry out in climax. How could she even do a team consult in his office? She would be looking at this leather couch and remembering, and there wouldn’t be a single word recorded on her planning sheets.
Hurriedly cleaning up in Dash’s washroom, she tried to be objective. Looking in the mirror, she finally gave up. Yes, her hair looked like a man’s hands or a freak tornado had rearranged it. And her eyes were, well, stunned. Her co-workers would take one look and know exactly what she had been doing in Dash’s office. It was a disaster.
She had almost decided to climb out the window to avoid seeing him when Dash opened the door. He quickly shut it behind him and crossed to Sara, pulling her against his broad chest and dropping his head to her hair.
“Sweet Sara,” Dash said as he gathered her close.
Sara found herself wrapped in his arms, leaning against his broad chest and soaking in the animal heat of him. As he rubbed big, slow circles on her back, she gradually relaxed and her momentary panic subsided. She slid her arms around his waist and they stood quietly for a moment, rocking slightly, just holding each other, enjoying the shared warmth.
“I wanted to get back before you woke up, but I guess I didn’t quite make it,” Dash said softly, his mouth at her ear. “I don’t want you to think that I would just get up and leave as soon as the fireworks were over. I wouldn’t do that to you, Sara. I wanted to be here to see your beautiful eyes open. I wanted my face to be the first thing you saw.”
He inhaled deeply, burying his nose in her hair.
“I want my face to always be the first thing you see.” His words were blunt, unguarded, and he punctuated them with tiny kisses all along her hairline. “I rushed to get back here so that I could have you in my arms as quickly as possible. I resented each individual minute I was away.”
Sara shrugged, uncomfortable with the tenderness in his voice and how much she wanted it to be real. How much she wanted it to be for her alone.
She pulled back a little. “It was only about an hour, I think,” she said, trying to sound calm when there were shivers chasing up and down her spine from the gentle brush of his mouth.
“God, baby, even an hour is too long to be away from you. Are you feeling okay? Do you need anything before we go out and talk to Isaac and Grange? We need to get the ball rolling on the investigation into your ex.”
Sara jerked out of his arms. “I don’t want to talk to Isaac and Grange about this.”
“Look, there’s no need to worry about giving them the details. Isaac and Grange have heard it all. They need all the facts so they can help you. So I can concentrate on keeping you safe while they catch the bad guy.” His mouth smiled, but his eyes were watchful.
“I don’t want everyone to know.” Her voice was sharp with humiliation.
“Everyone here knows,” Dash said grimly. “I want every agent on alert.”
He wanted every agent at DIG on alert because of a dead bird?
“It’s not that serious,” Sara protested faintly.
“It’s not that serious? The situation is out of control. You need help, Sara.” His voice was determined.
“You think I’m weak because I ran. That I need you to take care of me.” She threw it at him like an accusation, but he could hear the ache behind it. As if she thought she was weak. As if she thought she should be able to handle an escalating stalker on her own.
“I want to take care of you. I don’t think running means you’re weak, I think it means you’re smart. You got away from a dangerous situation and started over. Sara,” he said, taking another tack, “killing little animals to get your attention is serious stuff. This ex of yours needs the kind of help only prison can provide.” Dash clearly relished the idea of locking Martin up and throwing away the key.
“We don’t even know if it was Martin. Carolyn is only making a guess,” Sara said stubbornly.
Dash sighed and let his hands drop. “Carolyn has some of the best instincts in the business, and if she has one of her hunches about this Martin guy, then it’s good enough for me. At the very least, it gives us a place to start. Isaac and Grange respect her judgment, too.”
“I’m not saying Carolyn’s judgment is bad,” Sara said, appalled that he would think it. “I just—”
“Sara.” Nothing more, just her name in that dark, persuasive voice.
She stopped and wrapped her slender arms around herself. “All right, say it was Martin, there’s no way to prove it. He’s so clever about planning things. He has a master’s degree in strategic thinking,” she said inanely. She rubbed her arms absently, feeling chilled. “I’ll have to move again. I was starting to like San Antonio.”
Dash was at her side instantly. “Forget it,” he snarled. “You’re not leaving San Antonio, Sara. Get that thought out of your head.” He needed her to understand she was safer here than she would be running again. She was safer with him.
“But I can’t stay at my apartment. He can get in any time he wants.” Just saying the words made her feel panicky. Dash took her small, cold hands and held them in his big, hot ones.
* * * *
“Of course you won’t be staying at your apartment. It’s too dangerous.” He was taking her to his home, but wasn’t certain how to state it without making her balk. This closeness between them was familiar to him because it had occupied his thoughts for months, but it would still be very new for Sara. And she could be frighteningly willful at times. He didn’t want her to fight him on this. Maybe if Carolyn suggested it, she would be more amenable to the idea. He put an arm around her back and led her to the door.
“We’ll go across the hall to the small conference room. Carolyn is there now, and she can help us come up with an action plan.” Dash didn’t have a master’s degree, but courtesy of the United States Government, he and his Ranger team had
survived some of the worst hellholes on the planet. He always had a series of interlocking plans in any situation, every one ending with the words “or improvise.” It was a standing joke among his Ranger buddies, but it had saved their asses more than once, so they could laugh all they wanted. Dash didn’t care.
Grange and Isaac stood when Dash and Sara entered the room. Carolyn was on the phone, writing furiously on a legal pad and nodding.
Sara sat where Dash indicated, still looking uneasy about exposing her private problems to her co-workers. She seemed to feel that no one else at DIG Security would find themselves in such a circumstance.
True, Dash thought, his people were trained to respond appropriately in a split second to many different situations. According to Carolyn, Sara had spent weeks planning her great getaway, and it hadn’t succeeded for even a few months. He could see where it might be humiliating for her to have to admit that just when she was starting to feel a part of their team.
Dash pulled up a chair directly beside Sara’s, sitting close enough to rest his hand on the back of her chair. He hoped that his warmth and nearness would give her comfort. He was trying so hard to find a way to make this better for her.
It was an awkward beginning, but Isaac conducted the interview very carefully with Carolyn doing most of the talking, filling in the blanks when Sara’s voice trailed away. Sara only had to give a few details from her life before the move, since Carolyn’s remarkable memory supplied nearly every piece of information from both her employee records and their luncheon conversations.
A picture gradually emerged of a man who was precise and controlling, and it was all Dash could do to sit beside a trembling Sara without pulling his gun and going hunting for a target. He met Isaac’s eyes across the table and knew the other man felt the same. In four short months, Sara had become a valued employee and a friend, and they would all understand the pain and fear she had been quietly enduring.
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