Jesus take the wheel, I beg, slowly lifting my head and blowing my hair off my eyes.
“Pretend I’m not here.”
My groan is heartfelt, as is my blush, when instead of being a gentleman, he outright laughs at me and slides out of bed.
“Oh, hell no, woman. This is at least three of my top ten fantasies all rolled into one,” he rasps, his feet coming into view as he comes closer.
“This is not what it looks like.”
“It isn’t? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re waiting for me to come and get that ass, baby.”
I want to stay there and sink into the floor and just pretend this didn’t happen, but I so can’t. Because I know he won’t let me. Pushing up gracelessly, I manage to make it to my knees before he comes closer, putting us in a position that makes me blush all the harder.
“This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. I tripped, you ass.”
And fell on my ass.
Trace chuckles and spears a hand into my short hair, his teeth scraping over his lips slowly, seductively, causing a dangerous swirl of need to unfurl in my belly.
“How was it supposed to go?” he rasps, bringing my eyes up to meet his, as pure lust blazes down at me from eyes so luminous they look like jewels.
This Trace is the one I know, the man who owns my body and always has, from the first moment he took me. This man is the boss, completely in control, and the sight of him is so welcome I have to bite my lip to stop from weeping in gratitude.
“Jess? How was it supposed to go?” he prompts, tightening his hand just the slightest bit to remind me of his control.
“I-I was going to slip in and seduce you. I, well, I was going to dance for you and then, er, have my way with your co— uh, you,” I admit, my eyes closing with every stupid word that comes out of it.
Not sexy, Jess. You’re supposed to be sexy, remember?
But it’s harder than it was just hours ago when I practiced all the dirty words the girls taught me. I’m supposed to use words like cock and wet and pus—well, that word is not easy to say, okay? It just sounds wrong coming from a woman unless I’m yelling it at a guy in relation to his abilities.
Trace smiles slowly, that slow, lazy smile I remember so well, and considers me for what feels like an eternity before seeming to come to some conclusion.
“Have your way?”
Crap.
“Uh, er, I was going to…lick your, the, erm…”
Loser! Talk dirty to this man right now, or I swear to God those calluses will be mighty hard to get without your hands, my inner slut yells viciously, causing a frisson of fear to skirt my spine.
Sheesh, is that woman temperamental.
The idiot, Trace, not the lunatic in my head, gives me a knowing smirk and then drops my hair to take a step back.
“Go on. You were going to lick my, erm…?”
“Dick! Fuck, I was going to lick your dick,” I yell, cringing at the unnatural volume that earns me a few catcalls, whistles, and some really nasty advice from the other occupants of the house. Pigs. They’re all pigs, I mutter, scowling darkly.
Of course, he finds it hilarious, very neatly killing all the nice lust I was experiencing just seconds ago, and shakes his head.
“That’s the best you can do, Jess? You spent two hours with those perverted women practicing this stuff, and the best you can do is ‘I was going to lick your dick?’ Baby, that is just sad.”
“Hey! Screw you, Trace.”
“Soon,” he agrees, his eyes dancing. “But first, let’s get this nasty talk going, shall we?”
“Fuc—”
“Jess, my darling girl, I want you so much I’d do just about anything in this world to have you on your hands and knees while I eat you out from behind. You smell so good I can’t decide if I want to eat you more or fuck your little slit till you come all over my balls.”
The words…oh wow. Hot flush.
My sex—I refuse to use those other words, so just sue me!—starts juicing like a sprung leak, and my nipples go hard and tight, throbbing insistently as Trace starts circling me, waiting for me to comply with his silent demands.
“I, you should, er, eat me and then fuck me.”
“Not good enough, baby. That’s what I want. What do you want?” he asks, his voice going hard the longer I continue to look up at him silently.
I feel exposed, vulnerable, and unsure of myself, and yet I also feel safe. Trace has always had the power over me, no matter what has happened in the past or what will happen in the future. He’s always had the power to make me feel secure with him.
Maybe because I know how much he likes my body. Maybe because part of me understands that no matter how much I change physically or mentally, he’ll always see me, want me, and take me with an intense reverence that makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.
That alone is enough to give me the courage I need, though God knows I’m still trembling as I look up at him, determined to give myself what I want.
I want to say something salacious and wrong in its perfection like “I want to sit on your face” or “I want to ride your face.” You know, just the basic stuff that I haven’t stopped thinking about since I met the man.
Too much! Go small first.
“I want you to kiss me like you used to, as if tasting my mouth was like a breath to you. I want you to master me and make me want those things as much as you do. I want your mouth and teeth on my nipples, sucking me and biting me hard enough to make me come.”
My words aren’t particularly dirty. I haven’t used the good ones even, but Trace seems to relish every word, his cock getting hard beneath the white boxer briefs he’s wearing.
He’s so big and masculine, so thoroughly yummy that I lick my lips and eye his dick with a hunger that has him groaning even as he takes hold of my hair again and angles my face up.
“More.”
“I want to suck your cock. I’ve dreamed of it, remembering the way your flesh tastes, so musky and salty. I want to own you with my mouth the way that you own me whenever you put your mouth between my legs. I want it all. And then I want you to fuck me so hard I’ll never feel another moment of the emptiness I’ve lived with for so long.”
And I want babies! I want his seed and the chance at the life I envisioned years ago when I was naïve and stupid and delusional.
“I want you. Only you.”
“Perfect,” he breathes, pulling me up to stand in front of him, his hard dick pushing into my belly as he bends, his mouth stopping a breath away from mine.
“But—”
“I don’t need you to say all those things the girls taught you, Jess. All I need is to hear that you want me. I want your need. Your body can tell me everything else,” he murmurs before licking his way into my mouth for a kiss that has me gasping and moaning in relief.
Trace kisses me, eats my mouth, and ravishes every inch, all the while leading me toward the bed. My cry of protest as he pulls away is cut short, made into a gasp when he shreds my lingerie and pushes me onto the mattress, his eyes taking it all in.
“You don’t need trimming, baby, you’re the whole package already.”
“Oooh, compliments.”
He grins, something I’ve seen him do so much lately it’s as if he was never the cold-eyed killer I saw just a few weeks ago.
“I’m a complimentary kind of guy. Now open those legs of mine and show me my pu—”
“Trace!”
“Show me what’s mine,” he grunts, chuckling at my blush.
I obey. How can I not? He owns me and I shudder at his look, as he takes in the arousal coating my sex and thighs. The growl he releases is a compliment better than any he could have given me, and I want to stretch and preen.
“Turn on your side for me baby. That’s a good girl. Lift your leg.”
He keeps giving instructions, and I obey as he pushes his briefs down and slides onto the bed beside me. His face goes dow
n toward my sex and his shaft pushes in until all I see, smell and feel is him.
“Oh God.”
I can’t help the yell when his hands close around my thighs, spreading me wide for his hot mouth. The feeling is incredible, perfect, as his lips close around my clit, his tongue swiping out to tease me before licking closer to thrust all the way in.
“Trace.”
“Suck me, baby. Ah, yeah, deeper. Use your tongue, Jess. That…yeah, baby, take me all the way in.”
I do. I can’t stop the need to make love to him even as he pleasures me with his mouth and sends me right to the edge. I love his smell, masculine and clean. I adore his taste, salty and just this side of musky. More though, I crave this feeling of complete surrender and ownership, as he licks and sucks me to an orgasm while I bob up and down, trying to inhale his flesh.
My pleasure spikes in a gush of liquid and spasming delight, leaving me spent yet needing more as Trace pulls away and shifts around, taking me to my knees in front of him.
This position has always been his favorite, something I hated until I understood that it’s not that he wants to depersonalize sex with me, but he wants to go as deep into me as possible.
Steadying me as I lower my arms and head, he knees my legs apart and pushes home with a yell, going all in on a thrust that has me coming again, miraculously as he surges to my womb.
“Feel that, Jess baby? I’m all in, so deep I can come and plant my baby in you right now. Do you want that?”
All I can do is moan and contract with want, panting loudly as he pulls out and starts driving in deep and hard, his rhythm unyielding as he owns my body.
Every retreat has his cock scraping against my G-spot before he digs back in again, going so deep it almost hurts. I want this though. I crave the slap of his flesh into my wet sex.
“Tell me,” he demands, his fingers digging into my hips, probably hard enough to leave bruises, but I don’t care.
I want his mark, and God yes, I want him to release into me and give me a part of himself.
“Yes.”
“Please,” I beg as my body starts winding up again, climbing and building till my sex feels swollen and throbbing with the need for climax. My clit, so hard and aching, pulses with every thrust, attuned to his body.
Trace grunts and leans over, his chest plastered to my back as he keeps ramming into me, his fingers finding and pinching roughly at my aching nipples.
“Say it, Jess!”
I can’t breathe. I can hardly think with the pleasure building inside my womb. All I feel and want is Trace, claiming me, taking every part of me and yet a tiny part of me gets that he needs this.
“Come in me. Give me your baby,” I gasp a second before my sex explodes, the climax hitting so hard I seize beneath him and scream my release into the pillows.
That seems to do the trick for him because he comes as soon as I say the words, driving deeper only to hold still as his heated seed pumps deep, relieving the arousal that’s dogged me for days.
This is it, I think minutes later when breathing is possible again and Trace levers up. He’s going to pull out and pull away.
“Christ, that was so fucking good I think you drained my balls, baby,” he groans, pulling out.
He doesn’t leave me though, and I feel my eyes mist when he pulls me around and onto his chest, my sweating skin sliding over his before he nestles my head into his neck and breathes in, stroking my hair lazily.
“Trace.”
“Hush, woman. I want to bask in the afterglow or whatever you females call that shit.”
The growled words catch me unawares, and I giggle. I actually freaking giggle before sobering and peeking up at him, trepidation settling over me to replace the complete pleasure of only moments before.
“I can’t do this again if you’re just going to leave.”
“Baby—”
“No. I fell for you once before. Before you ever made any promises, and you broke me so bad I had to pretend to be someone else to survive. I lied to myself and the man who saved me for a long time, every single day, because I knew that if I stopped and became me, the me I was with you, that I wouldn’t survive it. I can’t. I can’t do that again and live through it.”
Trace sighs and pushes up against the pillows, getting ready for whatever long speech he’s been cooking in that diabolical brain of his, but I shush him with a hand over his lips and a shake of my head.
“I love you. I don’t think I ever stopped loving you, but I’ve learned to live without you. Don’t make me want something that I shouldn’t and can’t have if you’re planning to disappear again. Please.”
“I won’t. It’s different this time.”
“Oh yeah? Because last time you lied to me all the time and made me believe in you. I don’t see the difference though when it turns out you’re still a lying ass. Fazir? Shadow? Harem?” I say softly, sliding away to grab the sheet.
I need separation right now, just a little space so that I can harden myself against him again. But Trace sees the movement and snarls, pulling me beneath him in one vicious move.
“Don’t ever pull away from me. You’re mine, Jess. Mine. You get that?”
Stupid ass!
“Huh? Does that make you mine in return, fuckface? Because I have got to tell ya, that I ain’t a whole lot impressed with my purchase as it stands. You’re a liar. I don’t like being lied to, ball sack,” I hiss, struggling against his grip on my wrists as he glares daggers at me.
“I can explain.”
“Please, go ahead. I’m just dying to hear whatever bullshit story you’ve concocted.”
I’m goading him, and he knows it, but that doesn’t stop him from going all big bad Dom on me like he always did in the past.
“Watch your tone, Jess, or I’ll tie you to the bed and eat you out till your pussy goes numb,” he warns through clenched teeth. “Remember when you tried to shoot me?”
I do. He’d been flirting with a female officer and even got her email address. Now, I’m not saying I was completely justified that time, but give me a break. The man went nuts on me when one of the guys accidentally brushed up against my boob and I laughed. And he thought he could flirt right in front of me and live?
Dickhead.
“Get off me,” I grate.
“Nope. Now settle your ass down and listen to me. I killed Fazir. I don’t regret it one bit, and yes, I lied, but that was only because I didn’t want you to question why I was back before I had some time with you. Plus, Nick was being a real dick, and I didn’t want him reaming my ass either. If you all thought he was coming this way, you wouldn’t question me about the security or Shadow.”
“So, you ran a two four on us while you got all your ducks in a row? Again, you asshole?! You did this shit to me on Echo and it almost got me killed.”
Sonofa—
“Shut up and listen, goddammit! I lied, and yes, I was wrong, especially considering what you went through, but I fucking couldn’t let your ass push me away any more! I missed you, you stupid woman! Like crazy.”
Stop! What? Back the hell up.
Everything in me tries to go soft and gooey, but I harden myself to a slow ooze and narrow my eyes.
“If you’re playing me…”
“I’ve been watching you for years, Jess, fucking years. I jerked off to the freaking footage in your house for God’s sake, doesn’t that tell you anything?” he snarls. I missed you, and when I couldn’t stand another day in that cold, empty world without you, I started plotting to come for you.”
Okay. Warmer. Definitely a little mush leaking out of my chest.
“Rewind. That was you? You surveilled my house?”
“Yes, and I’m not sorry either, so don’t even start with the apology crap,” he snarls, his breath wafting over my lips.
Eh. I can deal.
“Shadow.”
“Yeah, Shadow. They had me tight and hard, babe. You know how those things work. It’s like the fre
aking mob. You get out in a box or not at all. So I had to work things so that I could not only get out alive, but could live a life afterward. I need to be free so that we can have an actual life with kids and family and all that unbearable shit you females seem to want.”
Awww.
“You needed leverage.”
He sighs and smiles down at me, blinking in respect. And yes, he’s probably a little turned on by the fact that I understand all this killing and espionage stuff. God, the man is a freak, and what the heck does it say about me that I like his freakishness?
“Yeah. So I stared digging and found an op on the backburner. It was pure luck and coincidence that Shadow is still watching the Watchers, convinced they have intel that could compromise them.”
“You—?”
“Yeah, I dropped a few hints here and there and guided them into reopening the case. The guys really are sitting on something they don’t even know about, baby, so don’t look at me like I’m garbage. I needed them to close this deal, and I needed to be close to you.”
But I was taken.
“Who took me?”
“That really was Fazir’s men. They tracked you down after he was killed. I guess they were tying up loose ends and looking for suspects, and your name popped up in a leaked file from the CIA. It was pure shitty luck on your part.”
It hits me then.
“You compromised your whole plan to come for me?”
I know the answer before he nods, and the knowledge is so sweet I feel like freaking dancing and yelling all at once. Trace loves me. He may not acknowledge it to himself or say the words, but he does, he really does. I know this because Trace would sacrifice his own mother if it meant succeeding and finishing a mission.
The fact that he came for me, even knowing those men or Shadow would find out means that he chose me—freaking me—over his mission. Over what amounts to his freedom from a black ops outfit that would more than likely kill him for any show of defection.
“Don’t start cooing yet, woman, we still have a long road to travel. Fazir’s guys are still gunning for us thanks to Shadow, and I still need that intel to get to the senator or we’re all screwed. They’ll kill us all if they catch wind of any of my plans before we can finish this.”
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