Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“I’m going to make you come so hard. All over me. Multiple times. Understand?”
I glance up, taking in the precious sight of her. Eyes squeezed shut. Hair feathered out across the pillow. Her mouth forming an ‘O’, she’s gorgeous.
“Understand?” I repeat the command.
She nods. “Got it. Yes, sir.”
Her legs tremble slightly as I lower my head back down, focusing on her growing desire. Her orgasm so close, I can nearly taste it.
I keep fucking her with my fingers, my tongue lapping at her clit as my own cock hardens painfully. I need release as badly as she does.
“I need to fuck you,” I tell her, wanting her to get off a few times before I slam so deep inside her.
“I need you to fuck me too,” she calls out, her fingernails digging into the skin of my skull.
The sensation eggs me on.
Every warning light on my internal ops board is blinking red. This crosses every line in the handbook—improper fraternization, compromised command presence, emotional payload I can’t quantify. My threat-assessment engine fires off scenarios—mission fallout, reputation bleed-out, collateral vulnerability—but the intel doesn’t override the target lock of her gaze. I’m breaching anyway, full tilt, because for once the objective isn’t survive.
It’s her.
Protocol evaporates, evaporating like mist off a firing range. Chain of command, spotless record, the hard shell I’ve worn for years—none of it matters now. All that registers is the way her pulse stutters beneath my fingertips and the trust shimmering in her eyes. The moment my name spills from her lips, the rest of the world goes dark, the mission parameters rewriting themselves in a single heartbeat:
Primary objective: keep Charlotte safe.
Secondary objective: make Charlotte mine.
The weight of it hits with ballistic force, knocking the air from my lungs. I’m not just protecting her… I’m tethered to her. Falling? No, free-fall has already happened. Somewhere between the first time I carried her out of danger and the moment she whispered “sir” with that wicked little smile, gravity shifted. Now there’s only one undeniable, full-spectrum truth…
I love her—recklessly, completely, to hell with the consequences.
I fist my dick in my hand, zeroing in on the distance between us. I need her floats through my mind over and over. “Charlotte,” I whisper as her grip on my hair tightens.
“Oh, Asher. I’m coming!” Her body spasms around me, and I keep the flat of my tongue pressed against her clit, letting her hips ride out her orgasm on my face.
A breathtaking sight. Committed to memory.
Her orgasm keeps going, her body not slowing down. I worry for a fraction of a second about what the harm of coming too hard can do to her body, but then I keep my face pressed close to her sweet spot.
“Asher,” she calls out, her orgasm cresting.
I press tiny kisses along the inside of her thigh as her body calms, her heart rate returning to normal. “You’re beautiful.” I move up her body, letting my dick settle between her spread thighs. “You’re gorgeous.” I kiss up her neck. “You’re so fucking sexy, and now you’re going to do as I say, right?”
Her eyes flutter closed before opening slowly to look at me. “Yeah,” she says in a breathy whisper.
“Good girl.” I reach between our bodies, fisting my cock with one hand. I’m hard. Probably harder than I’ve ever been. The mission horizon narrows to a single vector—one shot, one route, the only way to close the loop. The only way to handle this desire burning deep inside me.
“I want you,” she whispers.
“Birth control?” I ask, wondering about her cycle. Could she get pregnant? I should have brought condoms. But why would I?
I never could have prepared for this.
“Yes, I’m on birth control.”
I blow out an exasperated breath. “Thank fucking god,” I breathe out in relief.
She laughs lightly. “You should have seen your face after you asked. Like you were trying to map out the probability of if I’ll get pregnant or not.”
I nod. “I was.”
“You’re always so analytical. Just let go for tonight. Don’t worry about me, I want you to enjoy yourself.”
I gaze down at her. “I am.”
She lifts up slightly, and I move so I don’t crush her. “No, I really want you to enjoy this.” She moves off the bed, and I stalk her as she crosses the room. She stops at my tactical bag.
“What are you doing?”
“Do you have anything fun in here?” She unzips it, and I fly across the room so she doesn’t grab something that might hurt her.
“Define fun.”
“Handcuffs, rope, … I don’t know.” She kneels beside the bag on the floor.
“I have both of those. I’d never use the handcuffs on you, however. They’ll dig into skin.” I grab her wrists. “And your skin is too soft for that.”
“You could tie me up,” she offers, and I think about that for a full ten seconds.