Breach

by K. I. Lynn

  Breach

  Copyright © K.I. Lynn

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  This work is copyrighted. All rights are reserved. Apart from any use as permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be reproduced, copied, scanned, stored in a retrieval system, recorded or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without prior written permission of the author.

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  Cover design by L.J. Anderson

  Editors

  Chanse Lowell

  N Isabelle Blanco

  D Beck

  Publication Date: April 24, 2013

  Genre: FICTION/Romance/Erotica

  ISBN-13: 978-0615789682

  ISBN-14: 0615789684

  Copyright © 2013 K.I. Lynn

  All rights reserved

  BREACH

  by

  K. I. Lynn

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  Special thanks to:

  My husband, David, for his support and encouragement in my writing endeavors. Crystal, for without her friendship, support, and guidance I would never have entered this journey. Massy, for being the voice of wisdom and clarity. Stephanie, for sharing is caring. Kyla for her sessions. Nyddi for her unending encouragement and help through this process. Deborah for her support and teachings. Chrisann for her perspective and love of lemons.

  Last, but very much not least, to SM for writing a beautiful love story that helped me find the passion in life I was missing, and the fandom for bringing me friends, family and the courage to spread my wings.

  Words can never express my gratitude and love to you all.

  PROLOGUE

  Hands.

  They were punishing. He grabbed my waist with a feral grip, pulling me to him hard while he thrust into me even harder. The way we both needed it.

  There would be bruises in the morning from where his hands found purchase, but I didn’t mind.

  The day was the same as the one before as he took from my body, my heart, my soul. In return he gave himself to me the only way he knew how: with bruising hands, passionate kisses, and hard thrusts.

  His body was sin, his cock was sin, and I was a sinner.

  His hands moved up my thighs, his long, slender fingers playing my body, bending me to his will. They were a delicious torture, just as much as his words.

  His lips sucked at my neck, teeth digging in, making my eyes roll back; another mark.

  I grinned. He loved marking me, and I loved hiding them from people. They were proof, a reminder of his need, his pleasure.

  My tongue ran up the column of his neck before I found the perfect location to mark him as well. The spot I choose, just below his ear, would make it visible, unable to be hidden by the collar of his dress shirt.

  It would make his admirers mad with wonder when they came around to bug him the next day. I smiled at the thought of them finding out he was breaking the rules every day with me, and not them.

  Hollywood had nothing on us. Awards could be given for the lies we told, and the feelings we hid under a mask of hate and indifference.

  He pulled my hair, bringing my focus back to him. His teeth scraped my neck. No doubt leaving small pink trails on my skin. He growled. “You’re not paying attention to my cock, Lila.”

  A shiver ran down my spine and my muscles clenched around him, eliciting a rumble deep in his chest. He thrust hard, using long strokes, causing me to scream out in response.

  He picked up the pace. “That’s it, baby. That’s what I like to hear.” He was pushing me to the edge again. “Scream for me. I want everyone to hear what I do to you.”

  My mind was fuzzy, lost in a sea of lust. I obeyed and let go, no longer holding back. My screams echoed around the room, and that trademark smirk of his formed on his perfect features.

  His mouth moved down to my breasts where he began licking and nipping. The combination of sensations from his body’s assault was too much. His name spilled from my lips on a scream as my back arched off the bed. My hands grabbed his arms; nails digging in as my walls constricted around him.

  “Fuck, you feel so damn good when you come around my cock.”

  I was too far gone to respond, my body going lax after my orgasm. He was still going. Both hands were back on my hips as he drove into me. His stamina was unparalleled. How many times in the past had I been forced to come multiple times before he spilled inside me?

  “God, I’m close,” he grunted before pulling out.

  I whimpered at the loss, but knew what he was doing. What he wanted from me.

  I managed to turn my body around, coming face to face with his cock and took him into my eager mouth. I lapped up my juices from him as my tongue swirled around his length. His eyes were on me, watching his cock disappear between my lips. He loved to watch me suck him after being buried in my pussy. I sucked hard, punishing him as he had me. I was rewarded with a hiss and a flex of his hips. My teeth grazed his skin. He moaned deep in his chest, his panting gaining speed, muscles tensing.

  His hands wrapped up in my hair just as he began to thrust, fucking my mouth. He was grunting and moaning as he hit the back of my throat. I reached up to massage his balls, adding to the sensations.

  “Fuck!” he cried out. His hips flexed forward before jerking. He came hard; spurt after spurt, sliding into my mouth and down my throat.

  After licking him clean, I released him from my mouth. I smiled up at him and he leaned down to kiss me. The kiss was passionate, as were all his kisses. It was also harsh; his teeth biting on my lip, scraping it, tasting himself.

  He got a rag to clean me up before we laid down and curled into one another. Tomorrow was closing in. Another day of wearing masks and hiding what we wanted, what we were, from the world. Another day of denying each other. Another night of punishment to look forward to.

  Why was he punishing me? Because I called to him, and I let him do whatever he wanted to me. Punishing himself for wanting me and doing whatever he desired to me.

  Punishing us for our breach.

  CHAPTER 1

  It started out as one hell of a morning, so of course it had to be a Monday. It didn’t help that I only had three hours of sleep thanks to work keeping me up at night. My brain was unable to shut down. I needed coffee, stat.

  The day had to get better—the new hire was starting. Maybe I wouldn’t be in the office until midnight almost every night. The prospect of having a life again, thanks to the new employee, was wonderful. Not that I had much of one before. I’d been working seventy to eighty hour weeks for the last four months since Vivian left us high and dry. I needed a vacation.

  Hell, I’d settle for leaving before five one evening a week.

  I pulled into the parking lot, zipping into my usual spot, and looked into the rearview mirror. My usual bright, expressive eyes were dull and bloodshot from lack of sleep, reflecting dark circles underneath, standing out against my pale skin. My hair was not cooperating, dirty blonde strands sticking up in all directions. I had brushed it before I left, right?

  In my current state I wasn’t sure of the answer to my internal question. I dug through my purse, locating my hair screws, the most wonderful hair invention ever, and threw the bird’s nest up into a quick, tight bun. Looking down, I noticed a run in my hose that started from my knee and ran all the way down my calf.

  Great. Add to my already spectacular morning.

  I hated wearing pantyhose, but in the winter they helped keep my legs a little warmer when I wore skirts. Surreptitiously, I pulled my skirt up to my waist. My hips jutted forward, feet braced ag
ainst the floor. I pulled my pantyhose over my ass, down my hips, and peeled the offending material off my legs. As I settled back down, I gathered the flimsy fabric and threw it into the passenger side seat.

  I braced my body again, hips in the air, to pull my knee length skirt back down. When I turned to grab my purse, I was startled to see someone watching me.

  Fuck.

  The driver in the car next to mine was sitting with his sunglasses on. Yeah, like those were needed with the ninety percent chance of rain we were due to have today. I stared at him for a moment, watching a smirk slide across his face. My skin heated, and I cursed at the blush I knew was blossoming.

  I flipped him my middle finger before stepping out of the car. Like I gave a fuck what he thought.

  I made my way to the double doors and stepped through, taking the elevator up to my floor, and walked back to my office. Well, it had been my office alone for the past few months, now it was going to be “our” office in the next hour or so. I groaned at the stack of papers that awaited me. The stack had doubled in size over the weekend.

  Didn’t anyone take a day off? It was clear they had no idea how long it took to go over and prepare all of their documents.

  The bright yellow Post-it-note greeted me as I tried to sit down. It was attached to a file: Vivian’s file. Great.

  My former partner and office mate was suing my employer, Holloway and Holloway Law. “Termination without notification or provocation” being her case. It was a turn of events we all found quite ironic, seeing as she was the one who left for lunch one day and never returned. Job abandonment was what it constituted. I took it as her final “Screw you, Palmer.” She knew I’d be the one having to go through it all.

  I groaned. As much as I hated how overworked I was of late, I hated working with her even more in our shared office. It felt cramped when she was around. I could never get away from her annoying behavior or loud voice even if I’d wanted to; thanks to the sheer volume of work we received every day.

  I was antsy already as I looked at the piles, still surprised the desks didn’t buckle under the strain of all the files. So, I wound my way to the break room and got myself a cup of coffee.

  After getting a cup of fresh brewed coffee from the break room, I finished up some paperwork left from Friday. Once completed, I began sorting through the new piles, finding the items that were urgent.

  I loved coming to the office early in the morning, before the rush of people. It was quiet, and I could concentrate on my work without disruption.

  I was halfway through the stack of files when a knock on the door drew my attention away.

  “Delilah, do you have a moment?” Jack Holloway’s familiar voice called from the doorway.

  “For you, sir? Always,” I replied with a genuine smile. My boss, Mr. Holloway, or Jack, depending on the occasion – was always kind and easy to talk to, making it a pleasure to give him whatever he wanted. I knew it was because I craved his kind, gentle words; ones that were rarely offered to me by anyone else.

  “I wanted to introduce you to your new roommate before the announcement was made.” He stepped aside and let a man pass him.

  My mouth dropped open at the tall god-like man with light brown hair and seductive blue eyes that stood before me. I sat in stunned silence, eyes wide. Was Jack serious or had my brain shut down?

  “This is Nathan Thorne; he’ll need your guidance until he’s acclimated to how we operate. Please take good care of him.”

  “Delilah, was it?” the God asked with a smirk. A smirk!

  He held out his hand, and with reluctance, I slipped mine into it. We shook for a brief moment before Mr. Holloway toted him away for a chat before the big office reveal.

  I remained in silence while my still coffee-addled brain processed the newcomer.

  Then it hit me.

  Shit!

  It was the guy from the parking lot. The sunglasses-wearing moron.

  I could already tell he was going to be trouble; he was way too good looking, and all the women would be falling over themselves to get to him…in our office.

  Perhaps Vivian wasn’t that bad after all.

  My attention returned to the endless piles in front of me, and I resumed working. It wasn’t until after lunch that Nathan came back. I spent the next hour helping him get set up; time I didn’t have to give. It was a bad idea, the monumental kind, to be that close to him.

  We weren’t very far in, when the innuendos began and my patience started to wear thin.

  I leaned over him to guide the mouse where I needed it. “Okay, so here’s the path to the shared drive. All documents have to be saved out on this drive for backup purposes.”

  “You know, you don’t have to climb all over me to get my attention. Lifting your skirt works very well,” he said.

  My blood was on fire, even more so than it had already been due to annoyance. “Sorry, I didn’t realize there were any voyeurs around. Next time, I’ll lock myself up in an empty room to spare you.” I rolled my eyes before getting back to the task at hand; ready to show him the next step.

  “Spare me?” His eyebrow was cocked, a curious look on his face as he took me in.

  “Yes, temptation is the road to Hell, or at least that’s what I hear.” I once again tried to draw his attention back to the computer screen.

  He smirked, something I was already beginning to loathe. “You think I’m tempted by you?”

  I thought about the answer, though I knew it already, but decided to string him along. “No, but I don’t want to give you the opportunity to be tempted by me.”

  “Why so hostile?”

  “Look, Nathan,” I huffed. “I’m here to do a job, not to flaunt my breasts around to catch your eye. I like my job, I like doing my job, and I want to keep it. Plus, I know you do not, and will not, be interested in a woman like me, so why even try? Now, can we get back to your tutorial?”

  “How do you know?”

  My jaw locked, eyes closed before I turned to look at him. “Excuse me?”

  “You heard me,” he replied. His voice had dropped, now hard and cold, no hint of flirtation. “How. Do. You. Know?”

  He was demanding, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. My façade was slipping, so much that the words came out as nothing more than a whisper. “Just drop it.”

  “How?”

  “Why would anyone?” I sneered at him before taking off to the restroom.

  Shit, shit, shit!

  I paced the length of the bathroom, taking deep breaths to relax and regain my composure. He’d made me slip, probing me with questions that were best left alone. The answers to those questions brought up emotions best left buried in the past.

  After about ten minutes, it seemed safe to exit. When I entered our office, he was staring at me with a perplexed look on his face. He didn’t speak, for which I was thankful. I walked back to my desk, bringing my chair around to his, resuming our tutorial.

  “Email and contact lists. Then we can see if you have access to the programs IT was supposed to set up over the weekend.”

  “You’re very peculiar, Delilah.”

  “I’m just a woman, Nathan. Nothing special,” I replied before focusing back on his computer.

  “Do you have to do that?” My teeth were grinding after almost five minutes of pen clicking from my new office mate. The sound was so loud it was echoing off the walls, distracting me from the contract in front of me.

  Nathan continued his assault on the pen’s button. “It’s my thinking tool.”

  I glared at him. “Well, your thinking tool has me thinking about all the ways I could harm you with it.”

  He stared back at me, defying my request and clicking it again. “That time of the month, Palmer?”

  “You’re an asshole. Get back to work.” I forced my attention back down to the papers in front of me.

  “Which leads me to the question: what have you been doing for the past four months?”

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p; Death wish. He had one.

  I knew the blood vessel on my forehead had to be protruding from the annoyance and anger he was eliciting. It had been three days since he began, and Vivian was looking like a ray of sunshine compared to him. I swear he was trying to get under my skin, provoking me. I just wanted to know why.

  “Hi, guys!” A feminine voice called from the door.

  I wanted to scream.

  Women had been coming in all week to “introduce” themselves to Nathan. The amount of cleavage I’d seen that week alone was more than I’d seen in the entirety of my life, and I had breasts. They all had me wondering if every woman in the office bought a whole new wardrobe full of low neck collars the night after he started.

  I was also about ready to snap. Nothing was getting accomplished with their constant interruptions.

  I watched for a moment as Kelly flirted with him. My nose wrinkled in distaste, wondering if I’d ever be able to tolerate him, and if he’d ever stop baiting me.

  He was a good lawyer, but it didn’t excuse his after-hours activities presenting themselves in my office during business hours.

  He was hot; there was no denying that. I could agree with them there. I was a single, straight woman, not blind, deaf, and dumb.

  Nathan smiled at Kelly. “What can I do for you?”

  My hand was resting on my stapler. I resisted the strong urge to chuck it at his head while I stared him down.

  He was encouraging them, causing me to want to strangle him. There was a witness, and I valued my freedom, so that plan was a no-go. If I was going to take him out, it wouldn’t be at the office. Maybe some dark alley late at night, where I wouldn’t get blood all over my desk.

  With my annoyance at its limit, I got up and headed out, leaving what was bound to be a peep show. I was almost running as I muttered about refilling my coffee.

  Upon entering the break room, I heaved a sigh at the sight of the empty coffee pot. Oh well, it meant fresh coffee for me and more time away from him.