“Good job, Alex. We’ve got a time and date. That’s what we needed. I’ll contact Cam and Loki and let them know so we’re ready.”
She nodded, but didn’t turn away from the door, staring at the red tail lights of the boss’s car as they disappeared around the corner. All her senses were on high-alert—from adrenaline, or Hunter’s touch, she wasn’t sure. All she did know was that they were in too deep now to not see this through and she just prayed Bea was alive and well and would be among the slaves delivered here tomorrow night.
11
Hunter watched Alex at the door, feeling a nearly overwhelming urge to pull her into his arms. But the look on her beautiful face was so sad, so distant, that he remained where he was, frozen in place. When the silence became deafening, he finally said, “We’ll get her back. Don’t worry. If she’s there tomorrow night, we’ll get Bea back.”
She slammed the door shut then turned slowly to look at him, the leash still in her hand. Her movements caused it to pull taut, reminding them both of the roles they’d just played. As usual, Hunter’s cock pulsed at the loss of control, at the sheer submissiveness implied in that thin cord binding them together.
Damn, he wanted her. So bad he ached. But he didn’t want to screw up this mission. Not now. Not when there was so much at stake for both of them.
Heat, along with a shadow of fear, blazed in Alex’s pretty blue eyes. “What if she’s not?”
“What if she’s not what?” Hunter asked, his voice croaking out of his constricted throat, need riding him hard now. He stepped closer to her, as if in a daze. “I’ll find her, I swear.”
“Will you?” Alex whispered, tipping her head back to meet his gaze. “Slave?”
His cock went hard as steel at that word and Hunter moved forward, backing her up against the wall beside the door, an arm on either side of her head, caging her in while still keeping their bodies several inches apart. This close, he could see the pink flush in her cheeks, hear the catch in her breath at his nearness, smell the faint floral scent of her perfume. Slowly, he reached up and tugged off her wig, leaving her long blond hair to tumble down over her shoulders like a silky curtain. The glasses were next, tossed aside to land somewhere on the carpeted floor. Right now, Hunter didn’t care about them. All he cared about was the warm, wonderful woman in front of him and seeing how far she’d let him take this. All she had to do was say the word, and he’d stop. But holy fuck, he prayed she wouldn’t.
Her pupils were dilated and her soft pink lips were parted and she looked like she was every bit as turned on at the moment as he was. She swallowed hard and he became fixated with the tiny pulse point at the base of her slender throat, couldn’t stop staring at the way it hammered in time with his own.
Hunter was so hard now he hurt, but if Alex didn’t want this, he wasn’t going to force her. She reached up to remove his collar, but he stopped her, placing his hand atop hers. “No. Leave it. Tell me what you want.”
Recognition dawned slowly in her expression, and she twined the leash a tad tighter around her hand before tugging on it lightly. The pull caused him to press against her, only a mere breath between them now. His hardness nudged her belly and Hunter had to bite back a groan of frustration.
“Ask me nicely, slave,” Alex said, her tone husky with want. “And use my title.”
Knees tingling with desire, Hunter flexed his fingers against the wall, grateful for the support as he bowed his head and said, “Please tell me what you want, Mistress.”
“Better,” she purred, her small smile widening into a wicked sexy grin. “I want you to do whatever I tell you to do. I want you to pleasure me until I can’t take it anymore and I want you to allow me to do the same to you. I want to fall asleep in your arms tonight and not have to worry about anything because I know that you’ll be right there beside me, protecting me from anything that comes our way. And speaking of coming…”
Yeah, his knees might’ve buckled right about then. Good thing she’d already tugged on his leash again, signaling him to drop to the floor anyway.
Alex stood over him, her bright blue gaze filled with feminine power and infinite passion. “See anything you like down there, slave?”
Considering he was face level with her leather-covered thighs, hell yes. He saw heaven on earth right there between her legs. He started to reach for the zipper of her cat suit, then halted. “May I, Mistress?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
That was all Hunter needed to hear. First, he removed her boots, taking his time and keeping his gaze locked with hers. Then, he drew the zipper down slowly, revealing more and more of her creamy flesh. He licked his lips once it reached the bottom, inhaling the scent of her warm body and the hint of female arousal mixed in. God, it had been so long since he’d wanted a woman this badly. Maybe he never had before. Moving control of the leash from one hand to the other, Alex shrugged out of the cat suit, pushing it down her legs as he watched until she stepped out of it completely and kicked it aside. Her standing over him in nothing but a red lace bra and skimpy lace thong was about the most erotic thing Hunter had ever seen.
In blatant invitation, she leaned her shoulders back against the wall and thrust her hips forward, feet and thighs apart. “Lick me, slave.”
Hunter didn’t need to be asked twice. He leaned forward and placed a hand on each of her legs to steady her as he traced his tongue over her slick folds through the lace of her panties. Alex moaned low then scolded him. “No hands. Not yet.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said, the flavor of her wetness filling his mouth and igniting his senses. Spicy and sweet and complex, just like the woman herself. Unable to stop himself, he licked her again, and again, until she was writhing beneath him, her fingers twining through his hair and holding him closer as she directed his movements. “That’s good, slave. Right there. Yes. Oh, God. More. Harder.”
Her thighs were shaking around his head and her breath was panting. Hunter hazarded a glance up at Alex and saw her head thrown back against the wall, her eyes closed as she lost herself in his lovemaking. His eager cock pressed harder against the confines of his jeans, demanding release.
“Take them off,” Alex demanded.
At first, Hunter was confused, given where his thoughts had been moments before. “Mistress?”
“My panties,” she said, breathless. “Take them off.”
He did so, sliding the soaked red lace down her legs before tossing it aside to join her cat suit. Soon, she unhooked her bra as well and threw it over onto the pile, leaving her completely naked. “Make me cum, slave.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Hunter redoubled his efforts, using his lips and tongue to caress her swollen clit, wishing he could touch her as well as taste her. Alex toyed with her breasts with one hand while continuing to guide him with the other. No blushing virgin here, Hunter thought, but then again neither was he. He liked a woman with experience, a woman unafraid to ask for what she wanted. Seemed he and Alex were more than compatible in bed.
Alex gasped and her thighs shook as she came hard, crying out his name over and over. He nuzzled her through wave after wave of ecstasy until she finally slid down the wall to sit on the floor in front of him, her expression dreamy and sated.
The leash had long since slipped from her hand to dangle loose around his neck, but neither one of them needed commands anymore at this point. Alex used his T-shirt to clean up, then hoisted it over his head and tossed it onto their ever-growing pile of clothes. “Mistress, I—”
“No.” Alex reached out a shaky hand to trace her fingers over his lips. “Please. Let’s not pretend anymore. Not now, unless you really want to.”
“I’m good. As long as I have you.” He kissed her then, hot and deep, before leaning back and grinning. She slid a hand down his bare chest, making him shudder. Her fingers grazed the waistband of his jeans before dipping inside to tease the head of his cock. “Hmm, that feels amazing.”
“Know what would feel mo
re amazing?” Alex slid her arm around him and laid back, drawing him down atop her on the living room floor. “You inside me. If you want me.”
Hunter damned near choked on his tongue. “If I want you? You’re kidding, right?”
“No.” She looked away as if suddenly shy. “I mean, I know you get off on all that submission stuff, but honestly I’ve never really tried it with anyone but you.”
“And I’m not usually submissive. I guess I’m only a slave for you, Alexandra Valentine.” He punctuated each word with a kiss to her cheek, ear, or neck, until his head was resting in the valley between her breasts. He reached up to gently tease her taut nipple and she arched beneath him. “I don’t bow to many people, baby. The fact you can order me around like a five-star general is unique. Just ask the guys.” He frowned. “On second thought, don’t. Let’s keep this stuff between you and me, okay?”
“Okay.” Alex met his gaze again and grinned. “I do have one request.”
“Anything.” He couldn’t resist taking her nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it before letting it pop free. “What?”
“Can we take this to the bedroom instead?” She glanced around. “Rug burns.”
Hunter was on his feet the next second and had her in his arms. “Your wish is my command, Mistress.”
In the bedroom, conversation gave way to groans and sighs as Hunter kicked off his jeans and grabbed a condom from his back pocket, putting it on before joining Alex on the mattress where he’d placed her. Every inch of her was exquisite—toned, taut, soft and incredibly inviting. He kissed or licked or otherwise worshipped every spot he could find on her before positioning himself at her wet entrance. “Are you ready for me?”
“Always,” she said, pulling him down for another kiss as he slid balls-deep into her. The tight heat of her nearly had him coming on the spot. Sheer willpower alone held him back. After giving her body time to adjust to the size and length of him, Hunter began moving inside her, withdrawing almost completely before thrusting back inside her again. Soon, they’d found a natural rhythm, with her meeting his movements and driving them both higher and closer to orgasm. He’d wanted this to last all night, but he wanted her too badly.
Hunter clenched his teeth, reaching between them to tease Alex’s clit again. “Are you close, baby?”
“Hmm, yes.” Alex bit her lip, her eyes closed again, lost in sensation. “So close.”
“Good.” He changed his angle of penetration slightly and that was all it took. She cried out, her back arching as she rubbed against him and came hard. Hunter pounded into her, seeking his own blissful release. Once, twice, then the world exploded in a million iridescent shards of pleasure. His muscles shook with the intensity, and he collapsed atop her, his head resting on her chest between her breasts, his eyes heavy and his breath ragged.
“That was…” he started, then realized Alex was already asleep, her breath evening out into the familiar patterns of slumber.
“Amazing,” he whispered into the darkness, rolling to his side and pulling Alex with him, then covering them with the sheets before drifting off himself.
12
The next morning, Alex woke to a cold, empty bed and enough steamy memories of the night before to make a crow blush. Man, she was hardly a timid virgin, but she’d never had her world rocked so thoroughly before. Seemed Hunter Odenson was quite possibly a god after all—a sex god, that was.
Smiling wide, she rolled over onto her back and listened for sounds of him moving around the safe house. Considering the fact that tonight was the big showdown, the one and only chance she might have to get Bea back safe and sound, Alex had not expected to sleep soundly or to wake feeling so refreshed and energized. Kudos to Hunter for making both those things possible. Kudos to him too for just being an all-around great guy and friend during this mission, in general. Things sure hadn’t started out smoothly that first day—with him blasting onto her film set like a Chuck Norris reject—but over the last several days she’d grown to respect him as a person and a professional.
Warmth and happiness bubbled inside her bloodstream as she gave a full-body stretch. The thing that surprised her the most about Hunter, though, was his kind and gentle heart. Most people didn’t see it, hidden away behind all that towering muscle, but it was there. Knowing he’d let her glimpse his real self, the side of him that he guarded from everyone else, made her feel special. Special and cared for and…
Alex stopped herself from going any farther. Yes, she liked Hunter. A lot. Way more than she should, probably, considering he’d be on the first plane back to the east coast when all this was over. But there it was. She liked him. More than liked him after last night. What’s more, she trusted him. And in her line of work, she’d learned not to trust many people. In the entertainment industry, everyone seemed to be searching for something or looking for their next big break. All Hunter was interested in was keeping her safe and finding Bea.
Sure, he also wanted to complete his mission and get his promotion, but he’d never once made her feel stupid or cheap or like a piece of meat as so many other guys in her business did. Hunter made her feel smart and cherished and worthy. Hunter made her feel like she could take on any challenge and win. Like she could be the successful woman she’d always wanted to be, as long as she had him by her side.
The sound of his deep voice drifting in from the living room put a quick kibosh on those dreams. From what she could hear, he was on the phone again with his office back in Virginia. With a sigh, Alex got up and padded quickly across the room to the master bath, the hardwood floor cold on her bare feet. Once inside she shut the door then leaned back against it, eyes closed. She could not let herself fall for Hunter Odenson. That would be the height of dumb.
He was not staying. He was not her usual type. He’d never expressed an interest in anything more than one night of incredibly hot sex with her. To blow it all out of proportion and want more was beyond idiotic.
Resolved to put those crazy thoughts out of her head, Alex jammed on the shower to let it heat up while she took care of business, then brushed her teeth. By the time she stood beneath the steamy spray she felt nearly like her old jaded self again. Hunter was a nice guy, a good guy, a smart, decent, generous, fiercely loyal and brave guy. No reason to go all gaga over the dude, right?
Damn, she really wished Bea was there to talk to about all this. Bea was her sounding board, her go-to gal for all matters of the heart. Bea would know exactly what to do to get Alex out of this situation. But first, Alex needed to rescue her best friend from her predicament. She just prayed Bea was alive and well and hadn’t been beaten or raped or otherwise mistreated by the sex boss and his thugs.
After rinsing off and toweling dry, Alex made her way out of the master bedroom to the guest room she’d claimed as hers the day before. There she found a clean set of sweatpants, a T-shirt, and socks from the safe room set neatly on the bed and her heart squeezed. Another show of Hunter’s sweet, thoughtful side. She changed fast, swapping out her damp towel for the clothes, then headed out to find Hunter in the kitchen now, sans phone, his back to her as he cooked something wonderful-smelling on the stove. Her stomach growled loud enough for him to hear and he glanced back over his shoulder at her.
“Hey,” Hunter said, a glint of appreciation in his gaze as he looked her over. “Sleep well?”
“Like a baby.” She grinned and leaned against the counter, admiring his perfect firm ass in those tight faded jeans. “You?”
“Same.” He was naked from the waist up and his feet were bare too. She thought about all the wicked things she’d like to do to him to make his toes curl, things they hadn’t had time for the night before. “Hope you like omelets. I got up early and walked to the mini-mart down the street. The selection of groceries there wasn’t great, but I at least got us some milk, bread, cheese, eggs. All the staples.”
“Cool.” Alex took a seat at the small table and watched him fry up their breakfast. “And
I love omelets.”
“Good. Me too.” He winked at her then pointed at the toaster. “Make yourself useful.”
“Yes, sir.” She got up and stuck a couple of slices of bread in.
“That’s my line.” Hunter grinned. “Coffee’s fresh too.”
“Awesome.” While she fixed herself a mug, Alex did her best to steer their conversation out of dangerous flirting territory and back to the task at hand. Otherwise, she was liable to jump him right there on the kitchen floor and nobody would eat—or do anything else—for a long time. “So, what’s the plan for today? We need to be ready when the boss shows up with his team tonight. You do think he’s going to show, right?”
“Yeah, he’ll show.” Hunter’s smile faltered slightly.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He tried to shake off her question, but the tiny lines of tension around his eyes gave him away. “I don’t know,” he finally said. “I got a weird feeling from the boss last night. Like things went a bit too smoothly, you know?”
“Hmm.” She sipped her coffee, watching him over the rim. “You think he might try to double cross us with the slaves?”
“Maybe.” Hunter shrugged, muscles rippling beneath the smooth tanned skin of his back. Alex bit her lip to hold back a moan of appreciation. “I ran it by the guys earlier, just in case. Loki says we need to be prepared for every contingency. I agree with him. So, my plan is to spend today running through scenarios with you in case things go south. That way we’ll both be prepared and know what to expect in a worst-case scenario. Sound good?”
Alex nodded. “Sounds great. We do something similar in the movies. During our read-throughs of the script we’ll try different ways of saying things, different types of blocking for the scenes. It helps make sure we have the best set-up possible. Also helps make sure all the actors feel comfortable with each other and what we’ll be doing when the time comes.”
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