“Only a woman who enjoys sex would wear such a lovely ornament.” He flicked the ring with his finger. “Are you a prostitute who enjoys her work?”
She looked him straight in the eye. “Look, I’m not --”
“Don’t.” He kissed her. Thea expected a tongue thrust down her throat -- anticipated it. Instead, he nibbled at her lips and whispered words of admiration against her mouth. The tip of his tongue slid along her lower lip gently seeking entry between her teeth.
Something shifted inside her. Her breath hitched.
A heartbeat later, Thea returned the kiss, skimming her arms over his shoulders. He kissed her as though they’d been lovers for ages, twining his tongue with hers, inhaling her scent deeply through his nose. One hand caressed her breast, sending visions of hot sex racing through her brain.
Between one breath -- or one breast -- and another, his big body stretched out beside her, one heavy leg thrust between her legs.
Thoughts of manipulation drifted out of reach.
Bones softened in his embrace. Thea’s fingers latched behind his neck, her breast arching into his hand. “Mm, Magistrate --”
He jerked his head back, his eyes narrowed. “You can call me Blade. When you are with me -- when you are in my arms, I’m a man, not an occupation.” For emphasis, he rubbed his erection across her belly. “Say it now.”
“Blade.” It came out in a sultry whisper as if his cock had just slipped between the pulsing lips of her sex.
“Much better.” His voice purred and Thea felt the vibration rumble through his chest into her own.
Easing his hand lower, he unzipped her skirt, the wide metal teeth rasping loudly in the small room, and she lost all neurological connections. “Take it off,” he demanded.
He mesmerized her with those dark eyes, making refusal difficult. There was no denying the hunger burning through her veins, yet Thea needed to escape. Overpowering him would be difficult. Wearing him out, on the other hand, might be wise and even fun. Why not let him think he’d won?
She smiled, hoping he would translate her scheming grin for eagerness. “You’re a hard man to resist, Magistrate.” Thea leaned forward, pressing him backward, teasing him with butterfly kisses while she wiggled out of the miniskirt, revealing a black leather thong.
Evidently, Kevlar wasn’t so egotistical that he trusted her sudden compliance without question. “Is this how you convinced all the other judges to dismiss the charges against you, Stone?”
Thea paled. Thank God all she’d had to do in the past was flash her badge. But until she had a handle on who this guy really was, Thea was keeping her cover a closely guarded secret. “I was innocent, Blade.”
He chuckled and resumed kissing her while playing with her sensitive breast, molding the contours to his hand, and jostling the nipple ring.
An electric jolt slammed into Thea’s abdomen. She sucked his hot breath into her mouth and clamped her thighs tight, pulling back from his kiss. Criminy, keeping a sharp mind was going to be tougher than she thought.
“Your turn to strip.”
Magistrate Kevlar threw back his head and laughed. When he looked at her again, she didn’t like the roguish spark in his eyes. “I have not seen all of you, Thea. But I will.” With a savage jerk, he split the seam of her thong and whipped it away from her body. Leaning back, he admired her shaved pussy.
A heated flush rushed into Thea’s cheeks. “I’ve never worn a thong before. I didn’t know how much hair would show, so…” God, she was rambling.
“It is elegant.” He passed a few fingers over the smooth skin.
“Elegant?” Thea shivered at his touch.
“Aye.” Blade jumped to his feet. “It has been too long.” He drew off his boots and untied his silk pants. The feather-light fabric swished to the floor.
Thea’s jaw dropped when she saw his broad jutting shaft. She had expected the awe-inspiring display of manhood. She had not expected the tattoo of a dagger etched along its length. “Oh my God… you…”
Blade glanced at the O shape of her mouth and grinned. “Open your legs for me, sweet.”
Thea couldn’t take her eyes off the distended tattoo on his cock. It shocked her. Excited her.
It scared the crap out of her.
What kind of man tattooed his penis? A mercenary. Her breath came in hard bursts. Desire pooled between her tightly clenched legs. Oh, God. Of all the time for her fantasy to come to life. Shit.
“Don’t play coy with me, Stone.” Blade kneeled between her legs and gripped her calves, spreading her legs wide. “Long space voyages can be hard. And even though I have the right, you’re the only detainee I’ve ever wanted to fuck. I will not be denied now.”
“Oh!” Thea strained against his hold. Ohgodohgod! Hot desire flashed through her body. She had to tell him the truth! “Wait! I’m --”
Bending over the length of her body, he kissed her softly, shushing her confession. Lifting his mouth from hers, he replaced it with a finger across her lips. “You are mine tonight. Why don’t we forget who we are and enjoy the moment?”
“But --”
“Shhh.” Blade cut off her argument with a hungry kiss. His kisses could melt steel. The back of his fingers weaved down Thea’s side, over her belly, and glided across her abdomen. His hand flipped and the rough fingerpads skimmed over her hip. A tingle trailed his finger into the crease at her thigh.
Thea stared at him in a daze when he stopped kissing her. Blade eased back so he could watch her face as he slid his finger between the folds of her moist pussy.
Thea sucked in her breath, fighting for control. She was supposed to be escaping, not hungering for his touch. His finger skirted the entry to her drenched opening, drawing up toward her clit. The rough fingertip circled the protruding nub, and she tried to close her legs over his thick arm without success. A deep shuddering breath expelled through her parted lips.
As much as Thea wanted to explain her situation, words escaped her. Every molecule in her body yearned for pleasure.
“So wet, yet so resistant.” A devilish grin tugged at his mouth.
Thea gasped as he laved one nipple and then blew on it until it tightened. Her eyes shuttered closed when his fingers slipped deep inside her, drawing a rippling response from her cunt. His warm mouth closed over a nipple and tugged. On a sharp intake of breath, Thea’s resistance crumpled. Her legs opened. And he was ready for her. In one swift motion, he withdrew his fingers and implanted his cock.
“Oh!” Her eyes flew open. Thea tensed around his broad shaft, her nerve endings screaming at the snug intrusion. She could picture the blade tattooed on his penis penetrating, forcing itself inside. More cream dripped from her pussy and she groaned, melting against him.
Blade cursed. He lay still and waited a few heartbeats as she grew accustomed to his size. “I did not expect you to be so tight. Are you all right?” At her nod, the cords in his neck jumped. He thrust forward, bit by bit, pushing his way to her womb. “You feel so good, Thea.”
Thea grunted in despair and in ecstasy. After a few more strokes, her pussy completely coated his cock with her slick dampness. Thea clung to his trim waist. He’d won. And she was lost.
Thea watched Blade’s deep brown eyes, drawing in her breath at the hot, dazed look shimmering there. Could she be affecting him the same way he affected her? Wallowing in confusion and need?
Each plunge of his cock fluttered her eyelids, raised her temperature, increased her heartbeat. He filled her and retreated, in and out, his pumping hips creating a wave of escalating tension. “Aa-aah, Blade. Yeeesss.” Her hands roamed everywhere she could reach on his body. Lust surged through her. God, she couldn’t get enough of him.
Blade panted in response. “Aye, touch me, Thea.” His cock surged inside her and he planted wet kisses all over her breasts.
Thea arched up, desperate for his mouth on her taut nipples. But he continued teasing her, laving all around them and leaving the peaks aching. She r
olled her hips, milking his huge cock, needing him to fill her. “Please, Blade…”
His hot mouth closed over her upthrust breast. A jolt of hot need shot through her, convulsing her inside. “Oh. Oh!” It felt so good, she wanted to cry. His tongue stroked and he sucked until Thea moaned through a wave of pleasure. Popping his mouth off her tender bud, he reached for the other.
“Do you like that?” Blade suckled the other aching breast until she repeated her wailing cries. Passion drenched her pussy.
Digging her nails into his arms, Thea drew him down and hugged him hard. She’d never craved another human being so much. Thea drew her spread knees toward her chest and squeezed him. “Now, Blade, please. Hard.”
“Anything you want, Thea.” Sweat dripped down his temple. The muscles in his arms quivered. Blade tucked his chin against his chest, and his breath sawed through his lips. His cock pummeled her, slurping through the juices of her arousal.
“Hm, just like that.” Thea clenched her buttocks fighting against her climax.
“Let it go,” Blade coaxed, his voice a growl.
Thea bit her lip until it hurt. But she couldn’t hold back any longer. On a small cry, she arched up, clawing his back. Blade plunged deep. Her pussy convulsed around his buried cock, the intense orgasm spiraling her out of her body, and Thea screamed his name.
A moment later, Blade’s slick body covered hers as he thrust with swift hard strokes. He plunged and then he tensed. Groaned. And his hot seed filled her to overflowing.
Satisfaction and fierce possessiveness swept through her. She clung to him, heart pounding, biting his shoulder as the last of his semen spurted deep inside, wanting to hold this fierce lover in her arms forever.
Foolish girl. You haven’t acted this stupid since your crush on Jeff Hamilton landed you in the back seat of his car.
Hadn’t she learned anything? She wasn’t a kid and she’d acted like the whore Blade believed her to be. God damn him. Her thighs clung as her climax still pulsed around his spent shaft. Turning her head away, she dropped her arms and forced her legs apart so he could withdraw as quickly as possible. Yet Blade hovered a moment, collecting his breath, and one more shuddering contraction gripped him tight.
Blade let out a shaky laugh and slipped his cock from her sheath. Cum dripped from the bright red head onto her inner thigh. Unable to look at him, Thea clamped her legs together and rolled her quaking body away from him to the edge of the bed, working hard to slow the beating of her heart.
Thea felt the heat of his gaze on her naked back and heard a deep, unsteady sigh.
* * *
Shit. The way she curled in on herself twisted his gut. His arms ached to hold her. Why had she withdrawn? “Did I hurt you?” he asked gruffly.
“No,” came the muffled reply.
Damn it. Something was not right here. Thea made him feel as if he were the only man she had ever fucked. The only man she’d ever wanted. How he wished it were true. Her lovely body and her spirit had gotten to him. He reached over her and plucked his pants from the floor. She couldn’t have faked her pleasure. He’d felt her orgasm down to his toes. And afterward -- she’d clutched him, long enough for him to question her actions. He had seen desperation in her eyes, wanting more from him than she should expect. He hadn’t imagined that. It had been a reflection of his own feelings for her. And then she turned away from him, embarrassed by her response.
It would be stupid to think that a prostitute would let her feelings interfere with her work. Her strange reactions had to be because she was either too new to the game or very skilled.
He stood up and shoved his legs into his pants. What the -- was she crying? Unable to stop himself, he reached over to comfort her.
And she rolled over, pointing his mini-laser at his groin. The weapon he’d hidden in his boot. Shit!
Chapter Three
The damn woman held the small weapon in both hands, arms outstretched. “Thank you. I haven’t had sex that good in a long, long time, Magistrate Kevlar. Now BACK OFF!”
Her sharp words didn’t hide the waver Blade detected in her voice. Nervousness or anger? Both shimmered in her eyes. Along with a yearning that clawed at his gut. Even now, as she held a deadly weapon on him, he wanted to wrap his arms around her and soothe her distress. He was an idiot.
Thea sprang to her feet like a reincarnation of Blade’s favorite vid game heroine, displaying sensuous curves in naked glory atop spiked heels. But this was no game. On the proper setting, the poison-filled mini-laser could gouge a hole in him that would fester forever. Blade took a small step back.
“Turn this spaceship around and take me home,” she demanded.
“I do not control the transporter’s navigation.”
“Holding a weapon to the mighty magistrate’s head should convince the pilot to change course. Now move!”
Blade stood firm. “The pilot is a computer, preprogrammed with flight coordinates. Any flight pattern change must be engaged by the space traffic controller on Jupiter.” Or by my manual override.
Narrowing her eyes in suspicion, she scoffed. “That’s bull. What if we run into a meteor storm or we’re attacked… or… crap, I don’t know, some kind of emergency?”
“The ship’s trajectory scanner can handle tactical maneuvers, but reversing course is not part of the program.”
“Well then, call Jupiter and get them to change the navigation program.”
“Because I am being held at laserpoint? They will not consider it. I’m expendable, Thea. The cargo is not.” The muscle in her jaw twitched. “And if you threaten their cargo,” he stressed, knowing intuitively Thea wouldn’t, “they’ll send fighter pods to disable the ship and everyone on board.”
Stone was in way over her head, and given the sudden paleness in her cheeks, she knew it. But she wouldn’t give in. He almost smiled when her eyes narrowed and her mouth tightened.
“I’m a cop, an undercover vice detective, Kevlar,” she spat. “I’ve spent five months in dives like the strip club where you found me, watching, waiting for a chance to arrest a criminal and settle a score. You’re not taking Fowler away from me.”
What the hell?
Could she be telling the truth? Her reactions had seemed genuine. And she’d been tight, too tight. Guilt choked him for a heartbeat or two. A cop? He could imagine a shrewd woman like Thea facing down criminals, yet the strain in her voice gave him pause. Something about the way she said “you’re not taking Fowler away from me” bothered him. So much anger. Pain. It was personal. Was Fowler her lover? Was he the reason she desperately wanted to return to Earth? His chest constricted. He didn’t like thinking about Thea with another man. Stupid, of course, but there nonetheless.
Blade crossed his arms and mimicked indifference. “How long have you worked on the cop fantasy, Thea? It’s pretty good. Do we pretend to find the bad guy together and then you thank me with oral sex that steams my ears? Sounds good to me.”
Pink flushed her neck. Keeping the bed between them, she snatched her skirt off the floor and yanked it over her hips one-handed. “I’m not asking for your help, Kevlar.” She cocked her head at him. “You don’t believe I’m a detective. Look, my badge is in my purse at the strip club. Take me back to Earth and I’ll show you exactly where I left it.”
Blade frowned. “I am not taking you back, Thea. Even if you are a cop.”
“Why not?” she demanded.
“There’s no future for you there.” His lips quirked up in a smile. “I guess you’re stuck here with me, Detective Stone.”
“My future is not your concern. Now move. Turn around and open the door. Slowly. I’m right behind you.”
Presenting his back, he heard her zip up her skirt and her heels click on the metal floor as she rounded the bed. Blade mentally shrugged. The woman had guts. He walked over to the Styson imaging wall and pressed his palm against it. “One-A-one.”
He waited in silence.
“Don’t mess around, Kevl
ar! Open it.”
“A hologram cannot open the door.”
Stone spun toward the voice behind her. “What?”
Blade cocked his head at the image of himself holding a laser gun on Thea. Not a bad imitation.
“Drop the weapon,” the magistrate said.
Before Thea figured out which one of him was real, Blade pounced on his advantage and shoved the mini-laser to the side. Thea recovered quickly and fought hard to retain her weapon, slamming her fist into his kidneys and twisting his arm behind his back. Her other arm snaked around his neck in a brutal chokehold. With a kick, Thea clouted the back of his leg, dropping him to his knees. Rather than creating a disadvantage, the lower center of gravity made tackling her easier.
In an instant, he’d flipped her over and had her squirming beneath him, the weapon still firmly clenched in her hand. Closing his hand over the weapon, Blade subdued her by the only way he knew worked… he kissed her.
Thea froze, startled.
“You can’t escape me, sweet,” Blade said against her mouth. “I have claimed you, and nothing will stop me from holding onto you, Thea Stone. Not even you. Believe me when I say you can’t go back.” He jimmied the gun out of her hand and flung it across the metal floor. “Surrender.”
“You’re not a hologram,” she stated angrily.
“No. Computer -- A-one-A.”
Thea twisted her head and watched the hologram disappear on command. She closed her eyes, her offensive easing beneath the butterfly kisses lingering on her cheekbone. “You’ve got to believe me. I’m not a hooker.”
“I don’t care if you are or not, sweetheart,” Blade whispered, pinning her wrists beside her head. His hungry mouth reclaimed hers and his recently spent cock stiffened as he deepened his kiss. Gods, this woman drove him wild.
Thea jerked her head away. “I… don’t… want you.”
“Yes, you do. Admit it, Thea. I set you on fire. Just as you do to me.”
“It’s the docile spray you used on me. It not only deadens resistance, it loosens inhibitions and enhances sexual responses.”
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