by Morgan James
His dark eyes smoldered with heat, and I couldn’t help looking back at him as I left the room. My breath caught at the intense look he sent my way. The lust crackling in the air was tangible. I turned and hurried around the corner, taking the stairs at the back of the house up to the second floor.
Ducking into my room, I closed and locked the door behind me, then darted into the bathroom. I ran a brush through my hair and quickly fluffed it before brushing my teeth and spritzing on some of the perfume Fox had purchased for me.
Stripping out of my clothes, I dropped them into the hamper on my way by, then slipped through the door that connected Fox’s room to my own. It smelled like him, and I stopped in my tracks, breathing deeply. It never got old. Even though I slept here every night, I never tired of feeling him around me. His presence permeated the space, and I reveled in it for a moment before forcing myself forward.
The door to the hallway remained closed, and I placed myself between it and the bed, dropping to my knees in the center of the floor so I would be the first thing he saw when he stepped inside. I’d shaved this morning so I was completely bare, open for his perusal. Spreading my knees wide, I carefully arranged my hair, allowing it to cascade down my back, leaving the view of my breasts unimpeded.
I hoped he would see it for exactly what it was. I’d fought him in the beginning, but somewhere along the line I’d begun to care for him. It scared the hell out of me, but I felt that, in his own way, he cared for me, too. I wanted to be with him, just not as his captive. I would gladly stay with him if he would only ask. My submission was my way of showing him, meeting him halfway.
Turning my palms upward, I dipped my head at the soft tread of footsteps moving in front of the door. A smile curved my mouth as the door swung inward. Part of me wished I could see his face, but the sudden stillness that fell over the room told me everything I needed to know.
I felt confident. Strong. It was strange. Although the position was submissive, it filled me with power. I loved the way Fox reacted to it, the weight of his gaze a firm caress over my bare flesh. With barely a look he ignited a fire within me, but I knew I did the same for him.
Even out of the bedroom I felt less timid. Never before would I have propositioned him in the middle of the day. It wasn’t merely that I was growing more comfortable with him each day. It was… I couldn’t quite describe it. It was as if, by giving myself up to him this way, I’d been conditioned to take exactly what I wanted. And all I wanted was him.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Fox
I watched Eva go, a strange sensation tightening my chest. Several seconds later, Rodrigo appeared in the doorway, as if he’d been hovering just outside. He cleared his throat, and I threw a look his way. “Any updates on who contracted the shipment yet?”
“No, sir.” He shook his head. “We’ve flushed out the warehouse Grigori told us about, but they weren’t able to tell us anything of value.”
Past tense. Glad they’d been disposed of, I nodded and slowly pushed to my feet. “Any update on the children?”
“Miranda’s been able to track down parents of three of them so far.” In addition to her work at Noir, the halfway house had been Miranda’s responsibility for the past six years. A rescue herself, she’d taken it upon herself to save other victims of human trafficking.
We’d opened a house where they could be properly cared for until they were returned to their homes, and she used her computer skills to track down the children’s parents and reunite them. In the cases of orphans, they were schooled and given new identities, giving them a new lease on life. One where they would be free and safe from harm.
Most of the children came from orphanages and had no family to speak of. Miranda worked tirelessly to find families for them here in the States, vetting each one personally and checking in periodically to ensure they were taken care of. In all the years we’d been doing this, we’d only had one instance where a child needed to be removed from the adoptive family. Miranda had taken care of it personally, and I was damned proud of her for being the survivor that she was and helping others. She knew what it was like to be in their position; while I did the dirty work of tracking down the transporters and handlers, watching over the children was her way of giving back. She was like a guardian angel to them.
Eva reminded me of Miranda. I wondered how she would react if I told her the truth behind my actions. One of these days soon I would tell her everything—when the time was right.
“Thank you.”
“Sure thing, boss.”
I felt like he wanted to say more, but I had other things to focus on at the moment. Pushing from the couch, I slapped a hand to Rodrigo’s shoulder as I passed. “Thanks.”
She’d asked for ten minutes, but I couldn’t be away from her one more second. Still, I took the long way, winding my way through the lower floor of the house and ascending the main staircase to give her an extra moment to herself. I felt like some indefinable feeling was pulling me toward my destiny, and my heart raced at the thought. More and more, I’d begun to see Eva as my future. I wanted her around every moment of the day, wanted to listen to her speak about everything and nothing.
I paused for a moment, my hand resting on the doorknob to my room. A little thrill of anticipation zinged through my veins as I turned the handle and stepped inside. I froze midstep, my heart banging against my ribs as I took in the sight before me.
Eva knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed. Head dipped in submission, palms up, knees spread wide so I could see every inch of her, she literally took my breath away. I’d never seen anything so gorgeous. On the heels of that came another thought. This was a message—one I wouldn’t take lightly. She was giving me exactly what I wanted, showing me that she was precisely what I needed. The fact that she was willing to do this for me hit me hard.
Realizing I was standing there like an idiot, I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. Still not fully in control of my body, I leaned back and rested against the cool wood for a moment, reveling in the perfection of the moment.
I couldn’t tell for sure, but I thought I saw a tiny smile tilting the corners of Eva’s lips, and I had to fight one of my own. There was something about seeing a woman so strong, with so much backbone, bending to a man’s will. I never wanted her to lose her fiery independence, but I loved seeing her just like this—ready and waiting for me, and only me.
Pushing off the door, I approached slowly, a predator tracking his prey. I stopped just in front of Eva, the tips of my shoes barely brushing her knees, and I ran a hand over her silky hair. “So beautiful.”
“Thank you, sir.”
I could tell from her tone that she was pleased with herself, with the situation, and I smiled a little as I continued to stroke her hair. “I love seeing you on your knees for me. Is that pretty little pussy wet?”
Her lips rolled together before she spoke, low and raspy, her voice filled with desire. “Yes, sir.”
I moved in a circle around her, trailing my fingers down the side of her face, over her shoulder and across her back. “You’ve been thinking about me?”
“Yes, sir.”
I finished my circuit around her and slipped my fingers under her chin, guiding her gaze to mine. “What have you been thinking about?”
Her eyes met mine, the green of her irises dark with lust. “You. How you feel inside me.”
“Is that what you want? Me inside you?”
“Yes, sir.” She looked conflicted for a moment, knowing sex was off the table. It only heightened my arousal and anticipation.
I hummed a little sound as I swept my thumb over her lower lip. “I think you should show me how much you like my cock.”
Her tongue darted out, sweeping along my thumb, and I pressed it further into her mouth. My cock throbbed, hardening to the point of pain as she suckled the tip of my thumb. With a low growl, I pulled it free and moved my hands to her hair.
“Take it out.”
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p; Not pretending to misunderstand, Eva’s hands lifted to my belt buckle and pulled it free. Leaving the leather hanging loose, she popped the button of my fly and drew the zipper down with a soft hiss. Slipping her hand inside, she palmed the hard ridge of my erection, and I let out a soft sound of encouragement.
“That’s it, angel. I want to feel your mouth wrapped around me.”
My pants sagged, drooping down my hips, and she tugged them down, pulling my boxers with them. My arousal sprung free of its confines, and she immediately palmed it, her hot little hand encompassing my hard length. The pressure felt so fucking good, and I let out a sigh as I raked my fingers through her hair.
Her tongue darted out and licked the head of my cock, and my hips jerked forward of their own volition. Wrapping her fingers around the base, she stroked up and down, her lips and tongue teasing the tip. She fitted her mouth around me, taking me into the hot cavern of her mouth, and I let out a garbled groan.
She tightened her fingers around the base, her head bobbing up and down, taking me in as far as she could. Grasping the back of her head, I thrust hard. She gagged as a little as I bumped the back of her throat and tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as she stared up at me, but she kept going, allowing me to fuck her mouth.
“Ah, Christ.” I was going to come if she kept it up. “Get on the bed, angel.”
She pulled away, a strand of saliva stretching from my cock to her mouth, and the sight made me even harder. I reached down, swiping one thumb over her lips, breaking the thin strand and smearing it over her mouth.
I needed to lie down. Not that I would ever say a word to her, but I felt like I would pass out if I stayed on my feet any longer. Moving to the bed, I stretched out, and Eva moved between my legs. Eyes on me, she lifted a brow. “Lick up every drop.”
A tiny smile teased her mouth, and she dipped her head, taking my dick to the back of her throat in one swift stroke. I fisted her hair in one hand, the comforter in the other, as she moved up and down, each pass of her slick tongue curling around me pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
Fire licked through my body, and my stomach muscles contracted under the strain. The stitches along my side pulled tight, and I gritted my teeth against the slight sting of pain. It fueled me, pushing me on, and I gave myself over to the pleasure.
I tightened my hold on her hair, shoving her down on my dick as my orgasm welled and finally released. Throwing my head back, I came on a growl, heat exploding over my skin as her mouth sucked me dry.
“Fucking Christ!”
My body was so drained I couldn’t even watch her suck me off. But holy fuck it felt so goddamn good. Her lips continued to move up and down my length, her tongue swirling and sucking as she lapped up every drop. On sensation overload, I pulled her off me.
“Goddamn, woman.” My breath heaved in and out of my lungs as I grasped her bicep and yanked her up beside me. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
Eva chuckled as her head hit the pillow next to mine, a satisfied smile curving her mouth. “As much as I’d like to take credit for that, I seriously doubt that’s true.”
Huffing out a little laugh at her teasing, I smacked her ass. She jumped, winding herself closer to me. I gently rolled her to her back and loomed over her. “Turnabout’s fair play. My turn, angel.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Eva
Dark eyes locked on mine, Fox maneuvered himself between my legs. His knees slipped beneath my thighs, spreading them further and lifting my hips so I was fully open to him. I watched him warily, afraid that he would overexert himself if we had sex. I opened my mouth to stop him, but he silenced me with a single smoldering glare.
He leaned forward, caging me in his arms. I lifted my head for a kiss, but he just quirked a sexy little smirk. Avoiding my mouth completely, he trailed his mouth along my jaw, then down my neck. I jumped as he bit the spot between my neck and shoulder, my hips jerking upward at the sensation of goosebumps exploding over my skin. Though he’d just come, his cock was still thick and hard, and the tip brushed my folds.
Leaving my throat, he kissed his way down my sternum. Plumping my left breast in one hand, he took the sensitive tip between his lips and sucked hard. My breath caught and pleasure shot straight to my core as his tongue swirled around before he gently bit down. I jumped again, and his cock slid right over the sensitive nub between my legs.
“Fox…” I raked my fingers over the short hairs at the back of his head, lifting my hips and grinding against him, but he just chuckled.
“Not yet, angel.”
Kissing his way over to my other breast, he performed the same actions, making me senseless with need. He could turn me on with the slightest touch, and by the time he kissed his way down my stomach, his tongue leaving a wet trail along my skin, I was panting with desire.
“Please…” I pressed my head back into the pillow as his fingers slid teasingly over my folds.
“I love when you beg for me.”
My next words were stolen as he thrust his fingers deep without warning. He plunged them in and out, fucking me hard with his hand. I grabbed the comforter and held on tight, my face contorting in ecstasy at the exquisite pleasure/pain. Though he filled me, it wasn’t nearly enough. I wanted to beg him to fuck me hard, the way we both liked it. I bit down on my lip to keep the words from escaping, feeling like an asshole for even wanting it. Fox was hurt because of me. My thoughts drifted away, back to the office this afternoon. Although Dr. Marlowe and Fox had both tried to tell me otherwise, I read the truth in their eyes. I should have been more careful cleaning and caring for his wound. I should have—
I sucked in a sharp breath as Fox pulled his fingers free and slapped my pussy. “Ow!”
“You back with me?”
He lifted a brow, and I nodded as I bit my lip. “I was… thinking. Of earlier,” I added. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m fine, angel.” He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. “Now, just lie back and relax.”
Shimmying to his stomach in the middle of the bed, he slid his hands under my thighs and dragged me forward until my knees were hooked over his shoulders. In this position, my pussy was mere inches from his face, and lust shot through me. He’d never gone down on me before, and I watched with anticipation as he dipped his head and licked up my slit.
His mouth was hot, and I let out a little sigh as he tongued my clit. He lapped at me, his tongue spearing deep inside. I clenched the muscles of my thighs in response, holding him close. A sharp hum of pleasure shot through me as he latched onto my clit. He sucked hard, and heat curled in my belly.
One long finger dipped inside, and my walls clenched around him, welcoming him in, never wanting to let him go. Wetness pooled in my core and leaked out of me. I could feel it sliding lower, between my ass cheeks, coating Fox’s fingers as he plunged in and out. I was so hot I felt like I would burst into flames. I never felt more whole than I did when his hands were on me, touching me, bringing me pleasure.
He thrust in and out with short, slow strokes, igniting the fire in my core. His tongue swirled around my clit, dragging me closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. I hovered there on the precipice as he pulled his fingers away.
“You want to come?”
“Yes! Oh, God, yes!” I pled incoherently, every inch of me on fire for him. I pressed toward him, searching for release. God, I was so close. He bit the inside of my inner thigh, a warning.
“I want to hear you say it.”
His fingers glided through my slick folds, and I ground against him, needing the relief that only he could give me. “Make me come, please!”
Oh, my God. “Oh…” The word bled into a low moan as a delicious burning sensation radiated through my belly.
“That’s it, angel. Let go.”
He nipped at my clit, and I clawed at the bedspread as the sensation stole my breath. A second later he was back on me, sucking hard, pulling pleasure from me. Relen
tlessly, he ate me until I exploded, the graze of his short beard against my sensitive skin pushing me over the edge. I came on a scream, and I bit the back of my hand to stifle the sound. Completely at his mercy, my legs still draped over his shoulders, he licked and teased until my body was completely lax with desire.
“Holy shit,” I managed to pant out through heaving lungs as he lowered me back to the bed. “That was…”
I trailed off, and Fox smiled. “I was hoping you would enjoy it.”
It was strange. After the sex with Fox, I felt… stronger. More confident. Like he’d awakened something inside me. He’d broken me down, and now I was being rebuilt, better than before.
“So much.” I curled into him when he lay down next to me. “I’d ask where you learned that, but I’m not sure I want to know.”
His chest lifted slightly as he shrugged. “Beginner’s luck.”
My brows drew together as I tipped my head up to look at him. “What does that mean?”
Even in the waning evening light, I swore I saw a hint of red sweep over his cheeks. “I’ve never done that before.”
“You’ve never…?” Seriously? The man who dominated me every way known to man had never gone down on a woman before? I studied him for a long minute, watching him tense like he was embarrassed or uncomfortable.
“Well,” I said as I lay down again. “It was amazing. Thank you.”
There was a moment of silence, then he dropped a kiss on the top of my head. “You’re welcome.”
We lay there in the quiet solitude, wrapped around each other, but my mind spun. Finally, I could hold back no longer. “Why me?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why was I your first. To… you know.”
Though I didn’t look at him, I imagined his intense, dark eyes as he spoke. “I don’t like to touch people or be touched.”
Not at all expecting his response I froze, wondering if I was pushing the boundaries lying next to him like this. “Oh. I didn’t realize.”