Adored (Masters and Mercenaries #8.5)(29)

Her hands tore at his shirt as though she couldn’t stand the clothes between them. He ripped the damn thing off himself, hearing the sound of the buttons pinging on the hardwoods as he tossed it away. It didn’t matter. He had twenty exactly like it and he wanted to feel her hands on him.

She sighed as she looked up at him. “You’re so beautiful.”

She was the beautiful one. “Wrap your legs around my waist. The good news is I don’t have to fumble around for a condom. That ship sailed.”

The smile on her face would have brought him to his knees if he hadn’t already been there. “That ship has definitely sailed and there’s no getting off it.”

But she was smiling. She was stuck with him and she was still smiling. God, he would do a lot to keep that smile on her face.

He slowed down. He was always in a rush to have her. She pushed him past all control, but that smile gave some of it back. He lowered himself down, giving her his weight. Her legs circled his waist and he kissed her, his cock nudging at her.

He groaned as he thrust inside. So tight. God, she had the tightest, hottest *. It fit him like a damn glove, like she’d been made to take his cock.

He buried his face in her neck, breathing her in as he slowly forced his way inside her. She was wet, but it was still a deliciously tight fit.

“That feels so good.” Her nails ran over his back.

He kissed her neck and let the heat of her body warm his own. “One of these days, I swear I’m going to get out of my clothes, baby.”

He pushed in until there was nowhere else to go, until she’d taken every inch of him and he could feel her squeeze him tight. He flexed inside her and was rewarded with a sexy gasp from her.

He thrust in and dragged back out, feeling her all around him. Her legs tightened, arms circling and nails scoring him lightly.

He didn’t have sex like this. Somewhere in the back of his head alarm bells were going off. He controlled the sex. He preferred to have his sexual partner tied up or ordered to remain still, to give her body over to him and he would see to their pleasure. But he couldn’t do it with Laurel. He gave over to the primal instinct to mate. He couldn’t call it sex. Sex was something he could take or leave, but he wasn’t sure he could ever leave this woman, and that was precisely why he’d stayed away from her in the first place.

He was not the man who got lost in freaking passion.

He f*cked her hard, not caring to listen to alarm bells or reason. It felt too good to have her around him, to be in the center of her touch, her smell, her heat. He forgot about all the reasons why he shouldn’t and let his cock take over. His cock knew exactly what he wanted and he wanted to mark Laurel as his.

Over and over he thrust inside, taking them higher and higher. When she tensed around him and called out his name, he knew this fight was over. The silky muscles of her * clamped down and milked his cock. His spine sizzled as he gave up and held himself hard against her, pouring himself into her.

He finally rested, completely spent. Her hands smoothed over his back and there was nothing but the peaceful sound of her breathing, her heart beating as he laid his head on her chest.

He was in deep and he was fairly certain that this time he would drown.





Chapter Six



Laurel looked around the new Sanctum with a sense of wonder. It was big. Three levels. There was a bar, lounge, and gorgeous locker rooms on the first floor. She’d been surprised to discover she’d been given her own locker complete with a nameplate. When she’d opened it, she’d found her favorite toiletries had already been stocked and there were clothes Mitch had picked out for her hanging there.

He was a thoughtful Master. She’d traded the delicate gold chain she wore during the day for a heavier collar. This one was made of leather, but he’d had it custom detailed with green, glossy leaves.

For a Laurel tree.

The second level was the dungeon. She stood there, looking out over Ian Taggart’s own version of heaven, and hoped Mitch didn’t have a thing for the human hamster wheel. It was a massive thing and someone had lined it with twinkle lights. Serena and Bridget were giggling as they watched a male sub jogging his ass off in the hamster wheel while a big Dom stood watching, threatening to whip his ass if he slowed down.

“Is that Chris?” Chris was her sister-in-law’s best friend. Along with Serena, Bridget and Chris were a trio to be reckoned with at Sanctum. Everyone knew that if you gave them a juicy story it would end up in one of their books.

Bridget gave her a spectacular smile. “Yeah, he told Jeremy he needed help getting fit. He kind of threw a hissy fit because Jeremy can eat whatever he wants and still stay gorgeous. Chris got a little bratty and hence the new sub workout.”

Chris’s legs pumped harder and faster and the twinkle lights changed from white to green.

“That’s right. Get it up to green, sub. Five more minutes or I’ll have you on a St. Andrew’s Cross and you won’t be able to sit down for a week. How many calories will that burn, love? Yeah, don’t try to talk. Just run.” Jeremy winked at her. “That’s the last time he tells me I’m a shitty trainer.”

“Tag set it up so the lights change the faster you go,” Serena explained. “It’s kind of the symbol for the new Sanctum. Pretty and functionally torturous. I can’t wait to start writing about it.”