by Mia Dymond
Very slowly, he turned back to face her. “You’re beautiful.”
He grasped one hand and pulled her to stand and then gestured at her skirt, repeating her earlier request. “Off.”
For half a second, she had every intention of following directions. Her blood sprinted through her veins, her body sizzled in the space between them, and her panties sang the Damp Panty Serenade so loudly she was sure he could hear the tune. Yes, yanking the skirt over her hips and down her legs would put her out of her misery. With the barrier out of the way, he could freely touch her – allow his fingers to play exactly where she needed them.
Yet, she had a plan. And despite her body’s craving, she intended to follow it to a magnificently wonderful conclusion.
Slowly, she grasped his hips with both hands and moved down his body, bending until she was on her knees and positioned in the exact place she wanted to be. With her gaze firmly locked in his, she popped the top button of his jeans and lowered the zipper.
He buried his fingers back into her hair and gave a slight yank. “Slow.”
She answered his command with a shrug and a smile and then reached inside his boxer briefs and exposed the length of him. She lowered her gaze and then licked her lips at the thought of what she was about to do.
“Seriously, Carley.” Another yank on her hair made her want him more. “I’m locked and loaded.”
Ace watched as the little imp ignored his warning completely, gave him a perfect what-are-you-going-to-do-about-it smile, and then opened her mouth wide. He stood deathly still, both in horror and awe as she wrapped her lips around his greedy cock, pulled it deep inside her mouth and then darn near swallowed him whole.
He wadded her hair in both fists and held on for dear life as she moved up and down his shaft, devouring every inch of the savage beast. Her tongue circled his head while she sucked, causing him to lock his knees in an effort to stay upright.
Sweet Jesus, he was a goner. No way could he fight this ever-loving feeling of sheer bliss. No, her lips were buckled too tightly around him, her tongue caressed the muscle with sheer skill and his cock was extremely happy.
His muddled brain basked in the pleasure, determined to block out any thought of interruption. Luckily, his conscience had an ounce of sense left.
He released a hard breath, reached between them, and cupped her chin to break the suction. “It won’t take me long to end this party, baby.”
He extended a palm in a gesture for her to slide hers on top, hoping to high Heaven she wouldn’t decide to ignore his gracious offer. Hell, if she didn’t comply he wouldn’t be responsible for the consequences. He was strung entirely too tight and if she fought him, he’d just have to hang on for the ride and hope that she accepted a heartfelt apology later. No excuses, that was the just the way things would play out.
He almost cried like a baby when she placed her palm on his. Quickly, he closed his grip around her and eased her to stand. And, to make absolutely sure there were no more detours to his original route, he didn’t ask her to remove the skirt again.
In one full swoop, he released her hand, grasped the garment and shoved it up around her hips. Screw off, he’d worry about that later.
With a calmness he certainly did not feel, he walked her backwards until the backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed. He wrapped one arm around her waist, lifted her, and then spread her out on the sheets.
She dipped one finger under the edge of one bra cup. “Would you like me to finish undressing?”
“Up to you.” He shoved both his pants and briefs down to his ankles and then stepped out. “I can work around it, if need be.”
He wrapped one fist around his impatient cock and gave it a firm hold-on-or-else squeeze, intending to prove his point, when a feminine gasp stopped him.
He quickly moved his gaze to find hers locked on the activity between his legs.
Aahhh….. she liked to watch. Determined to make her as crazy as he, he slid his hand down the shaft and then back again.
Perspiration glistened on her chest, giving her skin a sparkling gleam as she continued to watch him stroke. He knew he should stop – the action felt way too damn good and his cock nearly wept with something close to relief. But he knew neither he nor the animal between his legs would be satisfied until he was buried deep inside her. And, he was determined more than ever to make that happen. Who needed a plan when an ambush was just as effective?
He released his hold, covered the distance between them in two long steps, climbed onto the bed, and then knelt at her feet. Gently, he eased her legs apart and lowered himself to his stomach, braced by his elbows.
Poised between her legs, he grinned at the nearly-there pesky, lace panties that acted as a barrier to the treasure beneath. He heard another gasp just as he lowered his head, placed his mouth just over the center of her, and released a long, slow breath.
“Ace,” she whimpered.
Her sweet smell penetrated his senses, taunting his body to give in and go for the glory. To rip those panties right off her hips and love her until they both screamed for mercy.
But, Carley preferred he follow a plan.
He lifted his mouth, moved it over one hip, bared his teeth, and then dragged the lace as far south as possible. She groaned and lifted both hips, granting him easy access to the opposite side. Once the lace hung across her thighs, he lifted his hand and pulled them the rest of the way down and off her body.
He breathed a huge sigh of relief when they lay in a pile beside the bed.
He finally looked back into her soft, blue gaze. “Want me to do the bra?”
In double time she sat up, reached behind her, and then wiggled her bra straps down her arms while she gave her breasts a nice eye-catching bounce. He worked hard not to drool like a rabid dog.
“What bra?” She tossed the last obstacle to her body over the edge of the bed.
Now gloriously naked, she relaxed back against the pillows, those beautiful breasts taunting him with their stiff, peaked nipples. His lips itched and he knew denying himself a taste was impossible.
He gazed deeply into her eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation in the depths. What he found instead was the same heated passion that warmed him from head to toe.
His cock jumped between them, determined to remind him the purpose of his current position. Thing was, he didn’t need a reminder – he needed cooperation.
He lowered his head over one breast and closed his lips over the nipple, suckling the pebbled surface until she arched and forced the flesh further into his mouth.
Her fingers tangled in the short length of his hair, massaging his scalp as she squeezed. She squirmed beneath him with her hips raised and brushing his as if she could bury his cock inside her with the movement.
He gave the puckered tip one last pull and then raised his mouth as he leaned on one elbow and moved his free hand between them.
“Let me soothe that ache, baby.”
He moved his fingers over her clit, strumming and plucking the slick and pliable flesh like a finely-tuned instrument. Her hips, still raised into his touch, thrust harder against his hand and a needy whimper slipped from her lips. He moved his index finger down lower and gently inserted it inside her wet, swollen heat.
“Yesss,” she hissed.
Riding the incredible euphoria her response gave him, he moved his middle finger to the same position. Very gently, he slid them in and out, taking great care to throw in a slight twist to caress the muscles that now tightly squeezed him.
Sweat dampened his forehead as she continued to writhe beneath him while her tiny moans of pleasure tortured his cock even more. Yet, even as truly desperate as the current action made him, he made a promise and he intended to keep it. He had a plan.
“Let go, Carley,” he ordered. “Take what you need.”
He quickened his pace and moved his thumb to press down hard on her clit. Her hips bucked. She tossed her head back on the pillow as she groaned his na
me. Her muscles clamped down hard on his fingers and then pulsed. His cock jumped in agony.
A satisfied grin separated his lips as he slid his fingers from her body and locked his gaze on hers. “Satisfied?”
“Not quite.” She draped both legs over his hips and then buckled her feet at the small of his back. “Love me, Ace.”
He needed no more encouragement. Screw the plan. This woman, soft, sexy, willing and sizzling-hot, wanted him to love her. And if it was one thing the military had drilled into him, following orders was not an option, it was a duty.
“Yes, ma’am.”
And then reality stopped him short.
“I don’t have anything to protect you.” He released a hard breath. “I promise I’m healthy sweetheart, but there’s no doubt we’d make a beautiful baby.”
She gave him a sly smile and a wink. “Got that covered, soldier.”
“Your method is better than mine.”
Severely grateful for her preparedness, he leaned down and took her lips between his just as his cock entered her and slid home.
Holy Mary, Mother of God, he had found paradise.
Her inner muscles squeezed him in tight ecstasy while he began a slow, easy rhythm, intending to coax her back to the top of the peak before they both flew over, when she reached between them and cupped his balls.
Obviously, she had a plan of her own.
He released a growl and moved his hips double time, pistoning in and out of her at a pace he wasn’t even sure he could keep. It was if his cock had a mind of its own. Her hand held him in a slight squeeze while her fingernails tickled the sensitive skin of his sac. An electric shock climbed all thirty-three vertebrae of his spine.
He swallowed hard and attempted to keep the desperation from his voice. “Please tell me you’re ready again.”
“Do it, Ace.”
“Do what?”
“Please,” she groaned. “Make me come.”
He took two more strokes, one in and one out, and then sheer, unadulterated pleasure strangled him and held him helpless as Carley moaned and her body pulsed around him.
For a few brief seconds, he simply floated in sheer bliss, content to stay in the moment forever. His cock, now semi-hard, continued to issue a heartfelt thank-you like a broken record. And he was utterly and completely satisfied – both sexually and emotionally.
As tempted as he was to scoop her up in his arms and declare his undying love, now was not the time. Carley needed time to process what had just happened between them and because he loved her, he would give her the time she needed.
He placed one last kiss against her lips and then withdrew and rolled to lie beside her. He grasped her right hand, braided their fingers, and then lifted it to press a kiss to the backside.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” She grinned. “However, I should be the one thanking you.”
“It’s a we thing, baby.”
“We make a pretty good team, don’t we?”
He nodded.
“I’ll have to admit, I’m surprised.”
“Really, why?”
“When I met you, I figured you were just as dominant as the rest of your team, but you’ve been amazingly different with me.”
“You don’t think I’m dominant.”
“Oh, absolutely you are,” she said quickly, “but I appreciate that you at least listen to my arguments.”
He smirked. “Before you decide to follow instructions?”
“Oh, geez.” She rolled her eyes. “You definitely have a healthy ego.”
She released his hand, rolled to one side away from him, and then scooted back against him until her magnificent heart-shaped ass kissed his cock. The greedy muscle moved against her soft skin.
“Good night, Ace,” she said over a yawn.
He draped one arm across her hip. “Good night, angel.”
***
He looked out over the water, impressed with himself. He had worked vigorously to assure he would succeed in bringing this infuriating objective to an end and now confidence oozed from his pores. There was simply no room for failure in this plan.
He bent to retrieve a small stone on the dock and then stood to send it skipping across the gentle ripples of water. Soon the water would become rough with waves – waves that would put an end to the resistance to his work. Some would be saddened; he would not.
Personally, he looked forward to the heated confrontation that would ensue. He was prepared and as soon as it came to a conclusion, his work would be recognized. His dedication and obedience wouldn’t go unnoticed and for that, the headache of the whole operation had been worth it.
A healthy dose of relief coated his nerves as he reached into his suit coat pocket for his cell phone and then dialed, this time with absolute confidence.
“I am fully prepared,” he said when his associate answered.
“Excellent. I have made the final arrangements for transport. Reinforcements have been assembled; upon your notification, I will send them to your location.”
He allowed himself a wide smile. “Retribution has been a long time coming. I’m glad it is finally reality.”
“You and I both. I will see to it that you are handsomely rewarded.”
His smile grew impossibly wider. The other mad had just said the magic word: reward. Yes, the reward was the ultimate goal.
“I won’t disappoint you.”
“I’m sure you’ve taken precautions to avoid a leak.”
“Most definitely. No one but myself knows the operation completely.”
“I respect your confidence,” his associate said, “but I would be a fool not to leave you with a word of warning.”
He squeezed both eyes closed as he listened to words he fully expected but desperately wanted to ignore.
“Your very life depends upon your success.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Inside the Governor’s Mansion the following evening, Carley stood at the doorway of the ballroom next to Kensworth Investments’ Security Chief, Jim Palmer, while she smoothed both hands down the sides of her short, black dress, gazed around the room, and admired her handiwork. Neatly pressed, white linen tablecloths topped with elegant gold table runners covered the tables while white lilies and baby’s breath sprinkled with flecks of gold glitter hugged gold flameless candles in the center of the table. Bright white china plates with a gold rim accented each place setting and gold silverware and crystal wine glasses with gold rims sat at each station. Black napkins with a gold state seal adorned each one.
Servers moved as elegantly as ballroom dancers around the room with trays of champagne while guests filed onto the dance floor. The finely-tuned orchestra played beautiful music, adding the crowning touch to a perfect evening.
“Everything is perfect as usual, Miss Kensworth.”
She gave Jim a smile and squeezed his shoulder, impressed by his sharply-cut, black suit and the microphone tucked in his ear. “Thank you. I’m holding my breath that things stay that way.”
“Leave that to us, we’ve got the place covered.”
She released a long, slow breath and turned her attention back to the ballroom. The annual Governor’s Ball was the one event where things could not go wrong. Not that it had been acceptable to find a finger floating in the City’s chocolate fountain, scorpions in the Mayor’s shortcakes, or rats at the Senators’ Mardi Gras celebration, but this event demanded perfection. Over the last couple of days, security combed the mansion for anything out of the ordinary and every possible precaution had been implemented to thwart an attempt at sabotage. She had even hired an exterminator to assure there were no uninvited guests lurking in the shadows.
Alpha Four had planted security at every single opening to and from the massive three-story dwelling with explicit instructions that anyone permitted inside should have appropriate credentials. Mayoral staffers, senatorial aides, and personal assistants to anyone who was anyone stood at the doors with clipboards
in hand, ready to deny entrance to anyone who hadn’t been cleared. The kitchen and serving staff had been issued security tags that were scanned upon arrival. Even the orchestra musicians were scanned one by one and each instrument underwent analysis, as well. If someone attempted to cause trouble at this event, he would have to penetrate a thick wall of security.
She glanced back at the man beside her. “Let me know if you need anything.”
“Will do.”
Carley stepped further into the room and surveyed the banquet tables and flurry of activity as she made her way through the crowd. She stopped in front of the table that held a freely flowing champagne fountain and allowed herself a moment of pride. The night proved to be truly enchanted and she intended to keep it that way.
“Relax.” Liv gave her a bright smile as she approached and handed her a glass of champagne. “You nailed this one.”
She returned the smile, once again taken aback by Liv’s sheer beauty. Her friend’s short, bright blue dress with spaghetti straps matched her eyes perfectly. Light bounced off tiny sequins buried in the skirt and as usual, high heels covered her feet – silver this time. Her hair had been swept into a loosely fastened barrette at the middle of her head while a few tendrils escaped to frame her face. Liv always looked beautiful but tonight something was different.
“Thank you. You look amazing.”
“Thanks, so do you.”
Carley took a sip of champagne and moved her gaze to the dance floor where Kat and Chaos floated around the area. Chaos, floating?
“I had no idea Chaos knew anything about ballroom dancing,” she murmured.
Liv giggled. “Apparently so. Impressive, huh?”
“Yeah. Does Thunder?”
“Does Thunder what?”
“Know anything about ballroom dancing?”
“I have no idea. Does Ace?”
She shrugged, amused by Liv’s quick reflex to dodge the question. “I don’t know.” Tag, you’re it. “Where is Thunder?”