Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 149641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 748(@200wpm)___ 599(@250wpm)___ 499(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 748(@200wpm)___ 599(@250wpm)___ 499(@300wpm)
“That was me.”
He put his hands on her hair, pulling out the elegant comb that held it in a twist. All that cotton-candy hair flowed around her shoulders down to her breasts. “I didn’t connect with you until I was with you. I thought you were lovely and sexy, but I didn’t fall for Kara until Kara was you. And every single time I fought with your twin I came back for more because I wasn’t going to let your bad-girl side take away from all the sweetness I felt when I was with you.”
She stepped back, and for a moment he worried he’d pushed too hard.
And then she dropped to the soft carpet, her knees going wide, her head down in the most exquisite offering of submission he could have imagined. Her hands were turned up on her thighs and her pussy was on display.
His cock pressed against his slacks. He’d never wanted any woman the way he wanted this one. It would be so much smarter to have let someone else handle this, but he couldn’t. Even if they didn’t get forever, he would at least save her from Huisman.
He put a hand on her head, accepting her submission. He wanted to be in a club, accepting it in front of her friends so they all knew she belonged to him, that he had the right to love and protect her.
The right to fuck her when and where he wanted.
“Unzip my pants,” he ordered. “I don’t want to wait. We can be kinky in the club. I need you now.”
Her hands moved without hesitation, and she unbuttoned his slacks and undid the zipper. His tie and jacket had been discarded the minute they got to her place. Her place. Would she let him into her cozy world? Would she welcome him if she truly knew how guilty he was?
She tugged his boxers down and his cock sprung free.
He had to force himself to breathe as she took him in hand, that warm palm of hers enveloping him. Pure heat flashed through him, and his knees threatened to go weak.
“Kenzie,” he began.
But her mouth was already on him. Her tongue whirled around his cockhead until he couldn’t think straight a second longer. His whole body tightened as her tongue explored his cock. So good. The first time had been suffused with desperation, and there was a bit of it in there now.
Could he keep her?
Should he keep her?
Could he believe anything that came out of her hot as hell mouth?
But he had time now. A little. Maybe a lot.
He couldn’t think with her mouth on him. Worshipping him.
He made a decision in that moment. A decision to leave the spy out of this space. To be what he’d promised her. Her lover. Her protector. Her Dom.
Only here. In the real world he had a job, a responsibility.
But here they wouldn’t be Ms. Magenta and the Canadian.
Here they were Ben and Kenzie.
And Ben wanted her so badly he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t wait another damn second.
He tugged on her hair, and she rose in front of him. So graceful. Her mere presence was like a drug to him. He stared for a moment at her flushed face, her lips swollen, and then she licked her tongue across the bottom like she could taste him there.
If he didn’t get inside her soon, he was going to die. He gripped the back of her neck, something savage and primal running through his veins. “You’re mine. For as long as this mission lasts, you fucking belong to me. Say it.”
Those glorious eyes of hers narrowed. “I’m yours as long as you’re honest with me. I know I come off like some naïve romantic, but if you fuck me over, I won’t walk off and cry.”
No. She would come at him, and it would be war.
And then she would still be in his life. In that moment he knew he was fucked because he would take war from her over never seeing her again.
“Deal,” he said before lifting her up and shoving her against the door. Somehow, he managed to get the condom out and on.
His cock was inside her a second later, and he didn’t hold back. She wasn’t some fragile thing. She gave every bit as good as she got. Her legs wound around him, and he could tell she wasn’t afraid he would drop her or hurt her. She wanted it. Wanted his cock, wanted this thing between them that felt ancient and so warm it could hold him forever.
He kissed her as he moved inside her, all that silky heat threatening to overwhelm his every sense.
He wished he’d taken his damn shirt off because he wanted to feel her breasts against his chest, to know there was absolutely nothing between them, but the situation was too desperate.