by Katie Reus
“What’s this?” Her pretty lips pulled into a thin line.
“Read it.”
She was silent as she flipped open the manila folder and began turning the pages. After a few minutes of complete silence, she looked up, her eyes gleaming. “Head of security?”
He nodded, unable to think of a single person he’d rather have for the job. It was custom made for her. “The job is yours if you want it. The Serafina won’t be completed for at least eight months—probably closer to a year for the grand opening. I didn’t want to push you too hard and I never expected you to quit your job. I hadn’t even decided if I was going to show you this or not.”
“Are you kidding me? This is an amazing opportunity.” Her dark eyes lit up as she set the file back on his desk. “I want it as long as you don’t try to micromanage and we keep our personal life separate.”
“I won’t be working directly out of the Serafina. Yeah, I’ll have some hands-on dealings with the opening, but security will be all you. I know I said it but I didn’t expect you to quit Red Stone… Unless you take a temporary job out here until the grand opening, I’d like for you to work for the next eight months with the head of security here. Learn how casinos work. The transition will be easier when—”
“Done. I can start in two weeks—once I’ve moved all my stuff out here and handle all sorts of tedious things I need to take care of.”
Wyatt scrubbed a hand over his face, unable to believe this was happening. Still, guilt tugged at him. “You love Miami.”
Iris gave him an incredulous look. “No, I love you. I moved to Miami because of my job, nothing more. Not to sound totally cheesy, but my home is wherever you are and I’m not spending a year or however long flying back and forth seeing each other. Don’t get me wrong, I know we could do it, but I don’t want to. I’ve spent too damn long running from any kind of real attachment and you’re mine Wyatt Christiansen. I want to wake up and see your face every fucking morning.”
Wyatt grinned at her words, his cock growing even harder. “I love it when you talk like that.” When he went to kiss her, she pulled her head back and put a hand on his chest.
“The past two weeks have been amazing but something’s been bugging me and Jay has been in too much pain to bug so…”
“So…what?” He’d told her he loved her and hadn’t stopped showing her just how much since then. He couldn’t imagine anything bothering her. Not where their relationship was concerned.
She let out a sigh and crossed her arms over her chest. For a second, he saw insecurity in her dark gaze before she said, “It’s not a big deal but before the explosion—the first one—Jay said something happened a year ago between us but…I think maybe he got me confused with…”
It took a moment before Wyatt realized what she was trying to say. Annoyance surged through him. “What, you think he got you confused with someone else? I haven’t even slept with anyone in almost two years.” He hadn’t wanted to. Not once she’d walked back into his life. But he had spent a lot of quality time with his fist.
Her eyes widened in disbelief, but he continued. He knew exactly what Jay had been referring to and if his friend wasn’t laid up healing, he’d kick his ass for even mentioning it to Iris. “A year ago I couldn’t get in touch with you for two weeks—you probably don’t remember, because you were just on an assignment—and I fucking lost it.” He’d barely recognized himself then, consumed with the need he had to make sure she was okay. “I should have known before then considering I couldn’t even look at another woman, but it’s when I realized I loved you. I’d give up anything for you Iris and it scared me.”
“And now?” There was a note of hesitation in her voice.
He swallowed hard, his throat tight. “The only thing that scares me is the thought of losing you.”
At his words she smiled, that soft seductive one that drove him insane. They weren’t making it out of this office anytime soon and they both knew it. She reached around her back and he heard the soft snick of her zipper right before her formfitting dress loosened and dropped to her waist, revealing that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
His brain short-circuited for a second. His hands actually shook as he reached out and tugged on her dress until it pooled around her feet. That’s when he realized she was completely bare under the dress.
With a wicked grin, she kicked the material away but kept her heels on. The sight was straight out of one of his fantasies. Though he told himself to go slow, to exert control, he was barely hanging on.
One night away from her had been too damn long. He felt as if he was starving for her touch.
Her taste.
Without giving her any warning, he fell to his knees. God, he could already smell how turned on she was. Her entire body was humming with raw energy. “Sit on the edge,” he ordered.
She did as he said, but kept her legs together. When he looked up, he found that mischievous expression on her face he adored. “You didn’t say spread them.” Her voice was all innocence as he growled under his breath.
Before he could order her to do that too, her thighs fell open, revealing what he wanted. The bright lights from the nearby hotels and casinos gave his office the perfect illumination to clearly see the soft thatch of her dark hair glistening with a wetness that was just for him. “Have you been thinking about this?”
“All day.” Her whispered words turned into a moan as he covered her clit with his mouth. He should have eased her into it, but the need to taste her was all consuming and he knew Iris loved it when he took charge like this. It was the one area they never had any problems.
Flicking his tongue over the swollen bud, he savored each breathless sound she made. It wasn’t enough though, nothing seemed to ever be enough with her. It was as if he couldn’t sate himself. Not where Iris was concerned.
As he stroked lower, sliding his tongue along her wet slit, she lifted one leg over his back, giving him deeper access. Her sweet taste and scent rolled over him, practically drugging him with everything that was Iris.
Papers on his desk scattered as she blindly reached out to grab on to something. When her heel dug into his back, he shuddered, loving the feel of her starting to lose control. He hadn’t even penetrated her with his finger, but she was already trembling. She was so reactive it still stunned him.
He shifted back to her clit, teasing the tight bud, increasing his pressure with each stroke. Each time he did, she rolled her hips against his face and let out incomprehensible little sounds that had his cock aching for release.
When she slid her fingers through his hair and gripped him tight, he pulled back.
Wyatt’s breath was warm against Iris’s mound. She stared down at him with wide eyes. “What are you doing?” He wouldn’t stop now. He just couldn’t.
In answer, he stood, but cupped her possessively as he did. The feel of his calloused palm against her most sensitive area drove her more than a little crazy. Watching her with those devastating blue eyes, he wordlessly circled the heel of his palm against her. The friction wasn’t as intense as his tongue had been and she realized what he was doing.
Slowing things down, but keeping her on edge. He certainly loved to tease. She leaned back a fraction on the desk and tried to relax, to let him work her up even more. The payoff would definitely be worth it, but patience was hard when all she wanted to do was force his hand, to demand he take her hard, the way she craved. But she knew making demands would just make him draw it out even longer. Oh yes, her husband was a giant tease.
The last couple weeks she’d been working like a madwoman trying to get everything in order so she could move out to Vegas and surprise him. It had been hard to keep everything under wraps considering they’d spent almost every second together. But she’d managed to do it and now that she was here, she knew it was right where she belonged.
Unable to stop herself, she squirmed against his hand, trying to force him into action. If only the frustrating man would make her come
. He just chuckled darkly, his gaze on her intent and knowing. Well, two could play that game.
While he teased her, she reached between their bodies and made quick work of his belt, then zipper. He tried to pull back out of her reach but she refused to let him.
The time for teasing was over. She couldn’t stand it tonight. Not when it felt as if she’d been waiting an eternity for him to claim her. The past two weeks had been amazing, but there had been a cloud hanging over them. Not exactly a dark one, but she hadn’t been able to tell him about her plans to move here because she’d wanted it to be a surprise and she knew it had been eating away at him.
Her inner walls clenched, desperate to be filled by him. Wrapping her fingers around his thick length, she met his gaze and stroked him once. His hips jerked erratically as he sucked in a jagged breath. He watched her with a heavy-lidded gaze, his palm still teasing her, his breathing unsteady.
She could barely hear anything except the blood rushing in her ears. Iris had never felt more connected to anyone than she did now, as they watched each other while bringing the other to release. She loved seeing his eyes go all dark and needy as he fought letting himself go in her hand.
God, she was so close. Her clit pulsed, the need building higher and higher. Even without him filling her, it wouldn’t take long now… Wyatt removed his hand, making her cry out in protest before she realized what he was doing.
“Wrap your legs around me.” There he went again with that tone. The one that said ‘do what I say and I’ll make sure you have the orgasm of a lifetime’. It always melted her.
She did what he said and practically tore his shirt from him, ripping a few buttons in her haste to get it off. Now it was skin on skin, what she’d been craving. Her breasts rubbed against the short hairs of his muscular chest as his mouth crushed over hers. The feel of him against her made her sensitized nipples pebble even tighter.
His fingers dug into her hips as he lifted her from the desk. She lost one of her heels, but didn’t care as he completely dominated her mouth, stroking and teasing her tongue in a way that felt like fucking.
Iris held on tight. She was aware of them moving, but didn’t realize what he intended until the cool glass of his ceiling to floor windows hit her back. They were bullet resistant and more than secure and she didn’t care if anyone saw them. All she could focus on was the feel of his thick cock sliding into her, consuming her. Though his shirt was off, he still had his pants half on as he thrust into her. The window slightly shook under them, but she had no doubt it would hold. The feel of his cock inside her without a condom was amazing. She’d gone on the Pill the day after they’d gotten married and had been on it more than long enough to take effect. She felt even more connected to him this way, with no barriers.
Her remaining heeled shoe dug into his ass as she wrapped her legs tighter around him. She’d barely caught her breath before he slammed into her again. She tore her mouth from his as he continued thrusting with no restraint. Her back arched into his chest and when he caught one of her nipples between his teeth, she pushed over the edge.
Whatever pretense of control she’d been trying to hang onto, shredded as he tweaked her nipple. It was like the man had a direct line into her head, like he knew exactly what to do to drive her totally crazy. She was addicted to him and not afraid to admit it anymore.
As her climax surged through her, powerful and overwhelming, Wyatt let go and buried his face in her neck as he came. He growled incomprehensible words against her skin as he continued his delicious assault on her senses until finally, he stilled and drew his head back.
His eyes seemed darker as he stared at her, his breathing not quite back to normal. “I love you, Iris. So fucking much.”
A smile teased her lips as she leaned forward. Her mouth barely grazed his as she said, “I love you, too. More than anything.” Saying the words still felt foreign, but there was no way in hell she’d ever hold back from him. Never again.
Not when they had the rest of their lives stretched out in front of them. She’d never dreamed to imagine she could have everything she wanted, a job she loved, a husband she loved and maybe kids. Even without the last one, as long as she got to make a life with the man she loved, she didn’t need anything else.
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Breaking Her Rules is the sixth story in my Red Stone Security series. If you liked this one and would like to read more, turn the page for a sneak peek of No One to Trust and His to Protect.
No One to Trust
Red Stone Security Series, Book 1
Copyright © 2012 Katie Reus
Secrets are what keep a family strong. United. Elizabeth Martinez could still hear her father’s words echoing in the recesses of her memories. Over a decade had passed and not a day went by that she didn’t wish she could rewrite history. Some secrets had a way of eating a person alive. From the inside out, one giant bite at a time. Gnawing until she couldn’t stand it. If her father hadn’t forced them all to keep the family’s dirty little secret, maybe she’d be at home enjoying a nice glass of wine and a bubble bath. She wouldn’t be picking up her brother from a drug dealer’s house on a chilly Tuesday evening.
Lizzy put her BMW into park and slid from the vehicle. This particular mansion in Keystone Island was the last place in the world she wanted to be. Unfortunately her brother had called begging for help. Again.
Everyone else in the family had turned their back on Benny but she simply couldn’t say no when he needed her. Not when he’d always been there for her.
While she wasn’t sure what Benny was doing at the recently deceased Alberto Salas’s home, she knew it couldn’t be good. Salas had been infamous for running drugs up and down the entire East Coast. She’d heard his son, Orlando, had taken over his operation. She’d briefly interacted with Orlando at a few charity functions around Miami and he’d always been perfectly polite, but the man gave her the creeps. There were some things an Armani suit simply couldn’t hide.
Self-consciously, Lizzy tugged at her dress as if she could somehow make it grow a couple inches longer. The bright turquoise halter-style dress and black cardigan sweater she wore were completely respectable, but as she walked down the stone driveway toward the front door, she could feel several sets of eyes on her. Considering Orlando Salas was rumored to be in the same business his father had been, she guessed that even though she couldn’t see them, he had plenty of scary looking security guys milling around. They were nothing more than thugs in suits and ties. She worked for one of the best security firms in the nation and the guys she worked with—they sure weren’t thugs. No, they were highly trained, mostly ex-military, and didn’t deal with scum like Salas. They protected uber wealthy clients and government dignitaries and everyone they worked for got a detailed military level background check—courtesy of her computer skills—and if it appeared they were into anything like drugs, Red Stone Security didn’t take them on. With how much money their company made, they could afford to be picky.
Before she could knock on the bright red door, it swung open and a man carrying an assault rifle looked her up and down.
A cold chill slithered through her, mainly because of the look on his face, rather than the gun. She’d known the guards here would be armed, but yuck, this guy made her feel like she was naked. Clutching her purse tighter against her side—as if that could somehow save her—she started to tell him why she was there, but he beat her to it.
With a lecherous grin on his face, he stepped back and allowed her to enter. “Your brother’s out back.” He pointed down the tile hallway. “Just follow until you reach the French doors.”
Fighting back the growing panic humming through her, she nodded and did just as he said. Yeah, maybe she should have called her boss and told him what
she was doing but she didn’t want to drag anyone she knew into Benny’s problems. Then everyone would know how messed up her family really was. It was too embarrassing. She’d take care of it just like she always had. Chin up, she ordered herself.
As she neared the doors she could see her brother stretched out on an Adirondack chair. She yanked the door open and hurried to his still form. “Benny!”
When he didn’t stir, an icy fist clasped around her heart. He looked like a corpse. His normally bronze face was a grayish color. She touched his wrist and a sharp burst of relief popped inside her. At least his pulse was strong. But his face…tears blurred her vision for a moment. A garish purple bruise covered his left cheek and one of his eyes was swollen almost all the way shut. A light trail of blood had trickled from his nostril and dried on his upper lip. Had they broke his nose? Her throat tightened with raw grief. He’d sounded bad on the phone but she hadn’t expected this. She wanted to touch him, comfort him somehow, but was afraid she’d only hurt him more.
Her hand hovered over his pale face for a moment before she settled on brushing a lock of his dark hair away from his forehead. “What have you gotten yourself into,” she whispered.
“He’s going to be out for a little while.” She swiveled around at a familiar male voice and let her hand drop.
Monster. The word echoed inside her but she bit it back. “Mr. Salas.” She tried to keep the disdain out of her voice as she faced the man who’d likely beaten her brother. Or at least watched while one of his men had. Somehow she managed to blink back the tears threatening to spill over.
“Please call me Orlando. You’re a very good sister to pick your brother up so quickly.” Standing about ten feet away from her, he leaned against the mini-bar with a glass tumbler in hand.
She narrowed her gaze. Anger battled with the fear blossoming inside her but she was still level-headed enough not to cower in front of him. A man like this probably craved the fear of others. “Did you do this to him?”