Bound to Serve (Dangerous Liaisons #1)

by Julie Castle

  Condor saw the pain of rejection in Bridget’s eyes, and every lecture he’d ever given on Mission Magic came back to taunt him. None of it mattered anymore. Even at the risk of his career, some things took priority. As much as he craved to give himself to her, this relationship had to be one way. It had to be about her pleasure. Not his. It was the only way he could contain this avalanche of desire for her just waiting to overwhelm him.

  Her eyes widened when he reached for her hand and dragged her toward the bathroom. Yeah, it was on, and wordlessly she followed him. He closed and locked the door, then turned the shower on full blast, determined to drown out any sounds she might make. And he was going to see to it that she made plenty. He sure as hell didn’t deserve her, and he knew he couldn’t keep her, but he was going to take every moment of bliss he could steal.

  He stripped off his shirt, then unzipped his pants. His aching hard-on popped out. He couldn’t help feeling like a wanna be Chippendale as she looked him over. Yeah, he wasn’t a pretty sight. Too hard, too needy, with the mileage and scars his line of work piled up on them. Damaged goods.

  He scooped her up and carried her into the shower, and then he slapped the button to turn on the additional body sprays. The sound of the cascade masked his voice.

  “I don’t like an audience,” he murmured.

  “Me neither,” she whispered, and she licked a drop of water off his jaw.

  He swallowed, floored by the sensation, the need that rushed through him. “Wrap your legs around me, sugar, and whatever you do, don’t let go.” He knew he was playing with fire, flirting with a career ending disaster. It wasn’t just his heart on the line. If he fell for her, their jobs were at stake. This couldn’t go beyond the mission.

  He picked her up and groaned when her wet hot body pressed and slid against his tight one. He cupped the globes of her lush ass and felt the slight heat from her spanking. Mine, he wanted to say. He barely contained the word.

  “Oh, yes,” she said with a sigh.

  Hell…had he said that aloud?

  Smooth move, Condor. Next you’ll be telling her your secrets.

  Then she wrapped her legs around his waist. She was being careful to respect the boundary between them, to rub his cock along her labia without drawing him inside her. He growled and bent to kiss her.

  She moaned into his mouth and kissed him back. His tongue surged inside her mouth. Claimed it, teased her until she was dueling with him. He dragged her stiff nipples against his hair-roughened chest, and he delighted at her giggle of pleasure. She rubbed them against him again, and the gesture threatened to unman him, especially when her downward swoop brought her soft mound against his shaft.

  He was about to explode. And from her moans, she was close, too. He squeezed the globes of her ass and settled her over his erection. All it would take was one thrust.

  “Baby,” he said. “Do you deserve this?”

  If she said yes, he wouldn’t be able to hold back. He’d fought his desire for her since they’d arrived. Hell, from the moment she’d entered the room back at the agency.

  “Yes,” she said, and she rubbed herself along the tip of his cock.

  “Are you sure?” Stupid fool, he cursed himself. He could have walked away right now. Instead he’d asked her. Given her the power.

  She nodded…and he was out of the will to resist.

  He slid inside her slowly. He wanted her to feel every inch of how much he wanted her. When she whimpered and her sex rippled around him, he thought he’d died and gone to heaven.

  His hard shift filled her to the root, and her legs tightened around his hips. He held her still against him for a moment, his body tight with leashed energy, and sappy as it sounded, he felt as if their hearts were beating in tandem. It was both erotic and earth-shatteringly real. This was a hell of a lot more than an ordinary mission. But he pushed the thought away.

  She looked into Condor’s passionate dark eyes and shivered with delight, completely surrendering. His grip on her ass tightened, and he could swear she could read his thoughts as she started to move herself up and down his hard shaft. He moaned helplessly at the sweet friction of his cock rubbing against her G-spot.

  He backed her against the shower stall’s marble wall, under the showerhead, and he thrust deeper, drank in her gasps as the steamy water cascaded over them both. He thrust into her slowly, and then grew faster and deeper. He let out a primal growl when she clung to him and her sex tightened around his shaft. She was close. He reached down between them to press her stiff little clit. “I want you to come for me, sugar.”

  She let out a shocked little gasp, and then she tightened around him. He groaned and thrust as deeply into her as possible as he came, too.

  She laid her head on his broad shoulder, and he held her tight, savoring the afterglow. His pulse was slowing back to normal, and he still didn’t want to let her go. She kissed his throat and relaxed against him.

  Damn if he didn’t want to take her to bed and do it all again. But being inside her, being with her, had finally helped him dampen his desire for her enough for him to think straight. There was still the mission to be considered. He was agent in charge. He had to take control or she could get hurt.

  Fortunately, this tryst would help solidify their cover. He’d taken her. Made her his in the eyes of anyone observing them.

  And as for him and Bridget? Maybe now that he’d finally given in to his desire for her, he could put this behind him and focus on the mission.

  Chapter Seven

  Condor lay in bed and listened to the early morning sounds of the jungle coming to life outside. Bridget’s tempting curves pressed up tight against him. He ran a hand over her lush body, the seductive curve of her hip. He’d memorized her both inside and out last night, Mission Magic be damned. Falling for her charms and breaking code to really take her was no way to keep perspective on the case, but he wasn’t sorry he’d done it. He’d have to push her away, get back to business, and remind himself that this was just a job to both of them. A little walk on the wild side that she’d deny once they were off the island.

  Bridget stirred against him with a sigh, and he grew stiff. Her hand reached down to circle him in a warm and confident grip, and her eyes swept open. He caught her soft gaze on him, and he frowned, shocked by the passion and surrender he saw in her eyes. So much for keeping her at arm’s length. His jaw tightened, and he throbbed in her soft hand. The tender, possessive feelings he was developing for her could get them both killed.

  She smiled and stroked him. “Good morning, you sexy beast.”

  “So I’m a sexy beast, am I?” he said, pleased.

  “In my book, yeah.”

  Yesterday, he’d have had no trouble taking her hands and restraining her. But after being inside her yesterday, that boundary no longer seemed to exist. He arched against her and let himself revel in the sensation of her jacking him off.

  “Want breakfast, do you?” he teased.

  She locked gazes with him. “Yes. I want to taste you.”

  He groaned and went still as she shimmied down the bed. She lapped at him until he was desperate for her mouth, and then sucked him inside. His hands balled on the pillows, and he forced himself to lay back and let her take control. After last night, he owed her the chance to dominate him and experience the flip side. He arched into her mouth when she sucked harder and her cheeks hollowed out a little.

  It was good. Too good. He began to pull her away, but she shook her head, her teasing gaze on him. She was feeling her feminine power, so how could he deny her? She drew on him again, slid her mouth along his hard shaft, and made his balls tighten. He was close—

  Then she pulled away. The little tease left him with a kittenish lap that made him bob in the air. He growled and glared at her, and she grinned at his fierce expression. He knew in that moment she saw right through him. His games. His subterfuge. The disguise he wore to keep himself detached.

  She boldly crawled up his body and
straddled him, a teasing glint in her eyes.

  He bit out, “Feeling pretty cocky, are you?”

  “I haven’t had any complaints,” she said, quoting him verbatim.

  The woman never forgot a thing. He’d have to keep that in mind. But all of his planning to handle her came to a jagged halt when she poised over his throbbing shaft. He could feel the tantalizing brush of her heat against the head of his cock, but she kept heaven just out of his reach.

  “What?” he asked.

  She reached for the nightstand and clicked the scrambler. “I want you to know. This,” she said rubbing teasingly against him, “is personal. I repeat: not part of the mission. I want this. But if you put that in your report, I’ll kick your ass. Got it?”

  He smiled at her audacity. She was actually trying to manage him. As if he’d put this in his report. Did she think he had a death wish?

  “I don’t know,” he teased, cupping her ass cheeks and squeezing. She started to lift off and he tightened his grip. “Okay, got it.”

  “Good,” she said with a smile. “And now I’m going to have my wicked way with you,” she promised, sinking down on him.

  He groaned as she deliberately tightened herself around him, and she ground against him. He groaned again, held her tighter, and arched into her as she rode him and made herself come.

  It wasn’t enough for him. He rolled her over on the bed so that he was on top. Whatever kind of pledge they’d just made to each other, he’d keep it. They’d play their part in and out of the mission, and when it was over, they’d go back to their normal lives, their careers and their hearts intact.

  She welcomed his fierce possession with a moan, and she wrapped her long legs around him and raked her nails down his back. He grabbed her wrists, pinned her hands to the mattress, and deepened the thrusts. He pounded into her until she was sobbing and on the verge of coming.

  His balls tightened, drew tight to his body.

  “I’m there,” she said. “Come with me.”

  He slammed into her once more, felt her tighten around him, and then she was coming, and he came with her. He looked deep into her eyes and knew he’d lost his heart. The loner who’d avoided entanglements had been shot down, and he’d fallen for the one woman he couldn’t claim.

  “That was some breakfast,” she said with a twinkle.

  “I couldn’t agree more,” he said, enjoying the warm sexy look on her face.

  She shook her head. “What do we do now?”

  “Just go with the flow, Star. That’s the best way to get through this.” He caressed her bottom.

  She sighed and stroked his back. “Words of wisdom from the master,” she said, smiling at him.

  He arched into her touch like a big cat. He’d love to wake up to this every morning, but he knew it was wishful thinking. Only the green recruits fell for Mission Magic. They were the ones who could afford to ditch their career for a brief romance.

  With a sigh, he pulled out of her and rolled away, and he felt a pang of regret at her quiet grunt of protest.

  He got out of bed. “Time to get up.”

  She reached out her hand to take his, and the trust that he saw in her eye, the simple gesture, disturbed him. He didn’t want her blind trust and devotion. It was dangerous.

  He took her hand and tugged her, a bit roughly, out of bed.

  She sighed. “Back to work.”

  He frowned at her. Had she forgotten the bugs?

  “Of being a love slave,” she added with a defiant grin, and her apologetic look eased his stress level a little bit.

  He closed his eyes. He’d met his match. She was going to push all his buttons and ride roughshod over him. He took her shoulders and pointed her toward the bathroom. “Right. Go get the shower started for me, love slave.”

  Bridget hurried to do his bidding. She felt Condor’s eyes on bare, blushing ass as she rushed into the bathroom and shut the door. Good lord, Condor was turning her into a nymphomaniac.

  She caught her breath, turned on the shower, and stood trembling in front of the sink. She had to put the mission back into perspective. She knew it was just a mission for Condor. He might have made love to her until she couldn’t see straight, but now that he was back on task, she had to do the same. The man was a lone wolf and refused to be connected to anyone or anything. Any desire she had for him to truly own her…she had to let it go.

  A glimpse at her reflection in the mirror revealed her disheveled state. She’d never been good at hiding her emotions. Naked and flushed from the multiple orgasms he’d given her, she knew that her growing feelings for him would be transparent for an agent of his expertise. Hell, they already were after the long look he’d given her this morning.

  Her gaze went to the slave collar and bracelet he’d put on her. Funny how she’d almost forgotten about the symbols of Condor’s sexual dominance over her. It hadn’t escaped her notice that most of the other subs didn’t wear them. She was getting used to wearing them; did she even want to go there?

  She stepped closer to the mirror and took a good look at the bracelet and collar. They were antique gold and beautifully worked. The star shaped charm hung down at her collarbone, like a pendant. If one didn’t know better, they would mistake it for an expensive piece of jewelry. Her hand went to the clasp, and then she saw Condor in the mirror, behind her. He stood in the doorway, watching her, a speculative gleam in his eye. She hadn’t even heard him come inside. Yet another sign how her feelings were causing trouble.

  “My collar looks good on you, sugar. It marks you as mine.”

  She melted at the words but frowned back at him. “And what marks you as mine?” she asked, ever feisty. It wouldn’t go beyond the mission, but if they were going to fully inhabit their roles, she was going to ask for what “Star” would want.

  He smiled as he stepped toward her. “How about the fact that you keep me walking around with a permanent hard-on?”

  She frowned at his smooth reply. “I’d like something more concrete,” she said, remembering the matching male slave bracelet at Dangerous Liaisons.

  He stalked forward to back her into the shower. “You don’t believe me?”

  “W-why should I?” she stammered, her eyes widening at his approach. It was as if he was wordlessly staking his claim again in a very real way, and she loved it. The water cascaded over her, and she sighed with pleasure.

  “I’ll never lie to you, sugar,” he said.

  Bridget liked the sound of that, but she wasn’t foolish enough to totally buy it. Backed against the tile wall, her body heated as he looked at her, his body almost, but not quite, touching hers. Her gaze swept from his harsh face to his rousing cock. At least he couldn’t hide that from her.

  “I guess I’ll take the semi-permanent hard-on for proof.”

  “Excellent,” he said and handed her the sponge. “Wash me.”

  Bridget smiled. Now this she was going to savor. She wet the sea sponge and soaped it with his sandalwood body wash. With a mischievous grin, she started at his broad shoulders and scrubbed him down, but she stopped just short of his manhood. It was bobbing up and down and getting harder. Her hands slicked down his washboard abs to thick sturdy thighs, but still she avoided his cock. It jumped and grew under her avoiding ministrations. She smiled and sank down on her knees to scrub his feet and work her way up his legs. His shaft was bucking by the time she got to it. She looked up at the intense, almost pained expression on his handsome face, and flicked out her tongue to taste him.

  He groaned.

  She licked away a salty bead of his pre-cum, let out a sigh of pleasure, and opened her mouth. She took the head of his penis inside and swirled her tongue around the head. Then she sucked and took him deeper into her mouth. Funny, she’d never wanted to do this with any other man, but Condor was like no other. His hands cradled her head as he thrust into her mouth.

  She was awash in his passion, feeling a part of him, and her arousal peaked as she pleasured him. Her
sex contracted with every thrust of his cock between her lips.

  “Stop. I’m going to come,” he growled.

  She wanted him to. He tried to pull away, but she reached around and held him in place. She redoubled her efforts, and his cock jerked inside her mouth as he came in salty spurts. She wouldn’t let him go, milked every drop from him.

  “Oh, love,” Condor murmured.

  Her heart contracted with pleasure. Temporary though it was, this was a hell of a lot more than just a mission or a fling.

  She released him and looked up at him. He stroked her cheek and reached down to tug her to her feet. Standing on wobbly legs, Bridget sagged against him, loving the warm feeling of his embrace. He rubbed against her and backed her against the marble shower wall. His hands slicked over her hot, wet body. His mouth slanted across hers, and she sighed and kissed him back. She was already wet and aching, and he seemed to know exactly how aroused she was and all it would take, because his hand found her stiff clit, and with a firm press against it, he made her come. Her knees buckled until she was supported only by that maddening hand.

  Then he broke the kiss and let her go. She stood trembling in the waterfall of spray. She blinked up at him, tears of surrender in her eyes, but she couldn’t make herself say the words.

  Wordlessly, Condor started scrubbing her as if nothing had happened. He gently shampooed her hair, like she was a child, or maybe his prized possession. She stood there, rooted to the spot, enjoying the feel of his hands on her body, in her scalp. He drew away and rinsed her off. She closed her eyes and let the water cascade over her, wash away her tears and her cares.

  Condor snapped off the shower, gripped her hand, and drew her out. Without needing to be told, Bridget took the large bath towel and started drying off his back. She was a temporary slave girl, that was her job, and the fact that she got to run her hands over his hunky body was a bonus, but she kept those thoughts to herself. He turned, and she gave the same treatment to his front. He twitched to life, let out a groan, and pulled away. He wasn’t kidding about the permanent hard-on.