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Sloan (The Protectors Series) Book #9

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by Teresa Gabelman

“Yes, sir,” the man responded before Sloan hit the bottom, shutting the window once more.

  “I think we have some unfinished business.” He crooked his finger at her.

  Becky cocked her eyebrow, her insides going absolutely crazy to the point she felt like there was an earthquake inside her. “I thought you didn’t believe in twenty-minute fucks?” Okay, she couldn’t believe she’d said that, but seeing the wide smile on Sloan’s face and the fire in his eyes, she sure was glad she had.

  “I don’t.” He reached over and pulled her onto his lap. “This is to get you ready for what I’m going to do to you as soon as I have you in my bed.”

  “Oh, God,” she whispered, her body quivering.

  “I plan on hearing that a lot tonight.” Sloan took her mouth, demanding everything that she was willing to give. She was willing to give it all.

  ******

  Sloan had never tasted anything sweeter than her mouth. She was addictive. He had felt so bad knowing she was excited about the party, yet because of his world, they’d had to leave. There was no way he would have stayed and put her in danger. If it had been just him, he would have investigated a little longer. But Evan Nico was a smart man, that much had been obvious. He’d known he had to take his leave once he’d realized Sloan was on to him.

  Sloan was definitely going to make it up to her, starting immediately. His mouth worked from hers to her neck, down to her cleavage. He loved the feel of her fingers in his hair. His pulled the dark purple dress low, exposing one breast, and feasted on the large rosy nipple. He bent and licked, then blew, watching her react to him. A woman’s body was amazing; Becky’s body was absolutely perfect. He worked her nipple with his tongue, teeth, and lips as his other hand pulled handfuls of her dress fabric out of his way.

  His hand slid slowly up her silk-soft legs, his rough fingers a marked contrast. Once he reached his sweet destination, she opened for him. Every male instinct he possessed reared its head in triumph. The wetness that met his eager fingers had him roaring inside. She was more than ready for him. Leaving her breast, he found her mouth to absorb any noise she was about to make as he penetrated her.

  Her hands were frantic, as was her body. She was damn tight, the knowledge made him harder, if that were at all possible. His fangs elongated and he wanted nothing more than to taste her—as a man, and as a vampire.

  “You’re tight,” he said against her lips as he worked two fingers inside her. He wanted her ready for him.

  She moaned and sensually moved her hips. “It’s been a while.” Her raspy reply made him smile. “Is twenty minutes up?” Her voice sounded so hopeful he laughed.

  “Almost.” He began to pump his fingers inside her. “Are you a screamer?”

  “I don’t know.” Her head lay on his arm, her eyes closed in bliss.

  “We’re about to find out.” His voice was harsh with need, his cock harder than it had ever been. He couldn’t wait to get her to his apartment. Once there, he may never let her go. And for once in his long life, he was content with that thought.

  His thumb found her throbbing nub and he flicked while his fingers pumped. Within seconds she was screaming in his mouth. Oh, she was most definitely a screamer.

  He felt the limo slowing and knew they had arrived at his apartment. He continued to kiss Becky, bringing her down from her climax. Pulling away, he smiled into her glassy eyes.

  “We’re here,” he whispered, brushing hair from her eyes.

  He helped her sit up and was in the middle of helping fix her dress when there was a tap on his window. He didn’t tap back until he was sure Becky was ready.

  “Do I… ah….” She cleared her throat as she fluffed her hair, then tugged at her dress, clearly rattled. The she laughed. “Holy shit, I can’t even form a rational thought. Let me try that again. Do I look okay?”

  She didn’t look just okay; she looked well satisfied and he hadn’t even started to please her yet. He was glad his tux jacket was long enough to hide his obvious hard-on. “You look more than okay.” He smiled when she blushed.

  “I don’t want to shock poor Hank,” Becky teased when Sloan knocked once on the window and the door opened.

  Sloan winked at her as he stepped out of the limo, then helped her out. After giving Hank a generous tip, they both thanked the older man and headed inside. The doorman waited with the door already open.

  “Good evening, Mr. Murphy. Ma’am.” He bowed his head slightly as they went inside.

  “Hey, Gary,” Sloan greeted without stopping. “How’s the wife and kids?”

  “Very well, sir.” Gary smiled. “Thanks for asking.”

  He held Becky’s hand as they headed toward the elevator. Sloan only nodded to the deskman as they passed. The elevator opened and they walked inside. Sloan hit his floor button, then pulled Becky into his arms, smashing her up against his body to make sure she felt his need for her. When she moaned, he smiled with male pride.

  The door opened and he led her to the end of the hallway. Unlocking his door, Sloan held it open for her. When she entered, a content sigh escaped her lips.

  “It’s beautiful, Sloan,” she whispered.

  For the first time in a long time, he really looked at his place. Sloan never called it home, because he was never here, but she was right. It was beautiful. A wall of windows overlooked the Ohio River, with double doors opening onto a balcony as long as the apartment.

  He leaned against the wall as she strolled to the windows. Becky reached out and opened the doors and stepped outside. Standing at the rail, she raised her face to the sky. Sloan had never seen a more beautiful sight. No other woman had ever been in his apartment, but she looked as if she belonged.

  Pushing away from the wall, he flicked on the radio as he made his way toward her. Becky turned at the sound of the music and smiled.

  “You know, tonight I had only one regret.” She clasped her hands in front of her.

  “I can’t have that.” Sloan stopped inside the door and leaned against it. “What was your one regret?”

  “That I didn’t get to dance with you,” she whispered. Her eyes appeared bright and happy, and the moonlight against her skin made her glow.

  Sloan reached out and tugged her into his arms. “If that is your only regret with me, then I’m doing pretty damn well.”

  They swayed with the music. “I was very proud to be on your arm tonight, Sloan.”

  “You trying to sweet talk me?” he teased against her hair.

  “Yes,” she replied, and he felt her smile against his chest.

  “Keep going. It’s working.” They both laughed before they became silent and just swayed in each other’s arms, enjoying the music and company.

  After a while, Becky pulled away and slipped her shoulder straps down. Her eyes never left his. “I want you, Sloan.”

  “You’re going to have me.” He watched as she lowered the dress to her waist, baring her breasts for him. Lowering it further, she slipped it past her gorgeous white lacy thong until it pooled to her feet. She stepped out of the dress, leaving her high heels in place. At that moment he’d never wanted anything more than her. “Every single inch of me.”

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  Becky stood before him almost completely naked. His words had her crawling up his body. His hands on her bare ass felt so good and sensual, she moaned. They walked through his apartment as she kissed along his neck, lightly biting his ear. She honestly didn’t care where he led her, as long as she could feel his naked flesh against hers.

  She heard a door shut behind her, but didn’t even open her eyes until he began to lower her. She helped him remove his tux jacket, tie, and shirt. His body was strong and toned, with muscles that made her sigh. She ran her fingertips over his chest and across his stomach to his pants. As she unbuttoned his slacks, she leaned forward, putting her mouth on his nipple. His sharp intake of breath told her he liked it, and so did she.

  Still in only her heels and thong, she hooked his pants and
underwear with her fingers and lowered them, making her breasts rub against his cock as she did. Her eyes feasted on him for only a short second before he grabbed her up with a hiss.

  “You are a tease, aren’t you?” He growled down at her, his eyes black as night.

  “Maybe.” She gave him a flirtatious smile before reaching between him and taking his hard cock into her hands. He was not only long, but thick, and damn, it was going to feel so fucking good. Becky closed her eyes, imagining him inside her, over her and taking charge of her body. Just that thought was enough to make her come. She cupped his heavy sac with her other hand and gave him, she hoped, as much pleasure as he had given her in the limo ride.

  He caught her hand to stop her. “That’s enough.” His demand was spoken harshly, full of need.

  He kissed his way down her body, and kneeling before her he turned her around and spread her legs apart. She glanced down over her shoulder to see him staring at her ass.

  “Jesus.” His hands cupped both cheeks before he removed her thong. “I have never seen anything sexier in my life and believe me, I’ve been alive for a long fucking time.”

  His words warmed her heart, her body, her soul. It has been so long since any man had showed her any affection and she was eating it up word by word, touch by touch.

  Slowly, he bent her forward. “Put your hands on her knees,” he instructed, not as harsh as before, but she didn’t care if he was. Becky happily obliged. While his hand rested on her lower back, his fingers played with her entrance. There was no need for any type of foreplay; she was so wet and ready she wanted to scream.

  “I am going to go slow,” Sloan said as his fingers penetrated her. “You are ready for me, but so tight and I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Becky pushed herself back on his fingers, desperate for him to fill her. She was past caring if it was going to hurt. She wanted him and wanted him now. Finally, she felt his cock press against her and tried to quickly push herself on him, but he stopped her with a slap to her ass.

  “Dammit, Becky.” He smacked her again. “Let me get you used to me and then you can ride me as fast and hard as you want, but you push back one more time, I’m going to blister that ass.”

  She had moaned when he had spanked her ass. She’d never thought she would have liked that kind of thing, but apparently with Sloan she wanted more, and considered pushing back again just have him smack her ass again.

  “You’re driving me crazy.” She cried out as he pushed inside her, inch by glorious inch.

  “You don’t even know how fucking hard this is.” Sloan was far enough inside that he took her hips into his hands. “But let me tell you one thing. As soon as you are fit for me, I am going to fuck your pussy raw.”

  “Oh my God!” she cried out, wiggling her ass.

  “Told you I’d be hearing that a lot tonight.” Sloan growled, pumping his hips in short bursts, working his way inside her.

  Her need to come was so strong that she moved her hand to take care of herself, but Sloan stopped her. “Please.”

  “Don’t you fucking touch anything but your knees,” he ordered, then smacked her ass again. “I’m in control and I tell you when you come, and when you do, it will be by my hand only.”

  Finally, he worked his cock all the way inside her and she wanted to scream in relief and agony, but not because it hurt. Instead, she needed him to fuck her.

  His hand ran up her back to her hair and he grabbed a handful, pulling her head back. It wasn’t rough and it didn’t hurt, but it made her tingling worse because it turned her on.

  “Are you ready?” he whispered close to her ear. “Because I’m going to fuck you good, Becky.”

  “Oh, God!” she cried out, her pussy tightening around him in anticipation. He wrapped his arm around her waist as he pulled out of her. “No!”

  He chuckled as he picked her up and carried her to the bed, laid her down, and tugged her toward the edge. The bed was high, high enough for him to push inside her without climbing on the bed. They both stilled as their eyes met. Finally, Becky reached up and touched his face.

  “I think I’ve been waiting for you my whole life.” She said the words she felt in her heart, consequences be damned. If he rejected her, it would break her, but at least he knew what she felt in that moment.

  He closed his eyes for a second, but penetrated her fully and stopped. She sucked in air, her eyes closing in pleasure.

  “You are my whole life.” His whispered words rushed over her as he began to move inside her. She held on to those words, cherished them for later when things would change, as they always did.

  Silently, they enjoyed each other’s bodies, giving each other pleasure, and he was absolutely right. Sloan definitely didn’t believe in a twenty-minute fuck. She knew she was close again. Yes, again. He had brought her to climax twice already, yet he still continued. Sloan had picked her up and fucked her against the wall. He’d also fucked her against no wall, just using his strength to move her up and down his thick cock, and they were since back on the bed.

  His eyes were completely black and his fangs dipped over his lower lip. Becky couldn’t stop staring at them. She wanted to feel their bite. She was afraid to ask, but she wanted it more than anything.

  “Sloan,” she whispered as she rocked against him. His eyes found hers, his hand going to her cheek, down her neck to her breast to pinch her nipple. But his eyes remained on hers, waiting for her to continue. But she chickened out, afraid to ask.

  “What is it, Becky?” He slowed, his eyes questioning.

  She shook her head. “Nothing.” She reached up, but he pulled away.

  “Never tell me nothing when I know you want something.” Sloan gave her a hard thrust. “What do you want?”

  Swallowing hard, she reached up and touched the tip of his fang. Understanding lit his eyes.

  “Are you sure?” he asked, his cock growing harder inside her.

  She moaned and wiggled her hips underneath him at the sensation of him growing inside her. “Never been more sure.” She smiled up at him.

  Sloan groaned, his eyes closing for a second before opening again to see Becky had exposed her neck for him, but she could still see him. Opening his mouth, he lowered until the tip of his fangs raked erotically along her skin.

  She had to admit, she was a little scared, but no way in hell would she back out. Becky wanted this and after the sharp pain of his fangs penetrated her tender skin, she was damn glad she’d asked because the tug of his lips mixed with the stinging pain sent her over the edge, and he quickly followed. It was mind-blowing and something she would never forget. She prayed she would have the chance to feel it again.

  ******

  Sloan stood on the balcony wearing a pair of old workout sweats. Becky had fallen asleep after their third round of sex. It was five in the morning and he stood alone, staring out over the waking city.

  He anxiously waited for her to wake, hoping he’d see no regret in her eyes. For the first time in his life, he was afraid and he didn’t fucking like it. He was determined to lay down his faults before her, because if there was going to be a relationship between them, he needed Becky to enter with eyes wide open to who he really was.

  Leaning on the rail, he heard her before she made her presence known. It was time. Time to let her know what she had gotten herself into.

  “Hey, you.” Her voice was raspy as she walked up behind him.

  Sloan turned and groaned. She wore his white tux shirt and nothing else. Her hair was messy and her eyes sleepy and sexy. He couldn’t help it. He pulled her into his arms, putting his chin on top of her head.

  “What are you doing out here?” She glanced up at him, then yawned.

  “Just thinking,” he replied, hesitating.

  “About what?” She ran her hand across his stomach. When he didn’t answer, she looked up at him again. “Sloan?”

  “Listen.” Sloan stopped when she pushed away from him.

  “Wow, r
eally?” She stood before him, not caring that his shirt spread open, showing her breasts and pussy. “You couldn’t wait a few more hours before telling me how this isn’t going to work?”

  “What?” Sloan’s eyes narrowed.

  “Too bad for you, because you could have gotten another fuck out of me,” she said, then turned away. Hastily, he grabbed her before she could take a step. “Seriously, what is wrong with me? This is—”

  Sloan shut her up by smashing his mouth against hers. At first she started to fight him, but within seconds, she was pressed against him. When she eased into the kiss and surrendered herself to him, he pulled his mouth away.

  “Shut up,” he ordered before she could start again. When she started to speak, he raised his eyebrow at her. “First off, there is absolutely nothing wrong with you.”

  “Then—” She shut up at his look. “Sorry, go on.”

  “I have been standing out here for an hour trying to decide exactly how I’m going to let you go if you decide to walk away.” Sloan’s voice was even and strong. “But I want you to walk into this with your eyes wide open. I’m not an easy man. I have more responsibilities than ten men put together. I’m a prick. I have a short temper. I—”

  “I’m not running.” Becky stopped him. “So you’re wasting your breath. Whatever you say—unless you tell me you don’t want me—will not send me running.”

  “You’ll never hear those words,” Sloan assured her. “What I do is dangerous, but I promise you I will keep you safe.”

  “I have no doubt.” Becky reached out and touched his cheek. “I trust you. You’re a good man, Sloan Murphy, but I promise not to tell.”

  Sloan smiled, pulling her toward him. “Now, about that fuck.”

  Becky walked behind him to the rail. Grabbing hold of it, she spread her legs, then looked at him over her shoulder, giving him a sexy grin. “Ready when you are, Warrior.”

  “Jesus.” Sloan was there in a flash and buried deep inside her within seconds. “I may not survive you, but it sure is going to be fun trying.”

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