On Her Master's Secret Service (Masters and Mercenaries #4)(32)

Liam. Damn it. His Irish accent grated as did the worried tone of his voice. He knew they weren’t involved, knew that Liam was a good friend to her, but he hated the fact that she spent so much time with him, giving him her advice, her soft smile, and her laugh. He sucked her clit into his mouth, biting down gently. He wanted to make sure Liam didn’t think he was hurting Eve. Oh, no. He wasn’t hurting her at all.

She groaned, the sound loud and sure.

“I’ll come back later then.” He could hear Liam chuckle as he walked away.

“Bastard, you knew I would nearly scream,” she whispered as though she could still keep what they were doing a secret.

He knew exactly what to do to get her to scream, and he didn’t care if everyone in the office knew that they were making love. “I’ll make you do more than scream, angel. I’m going to make you come.”

She was the only woman he’d touched in a sexual way since he was f*cking twenty-three years old. She was the only woman he wanted to touch for the rest of his life. The thought of having to have sex with Amanda made him queasy, but she was the best sub for the op. He’d gone over every possibility, and she was the only one who made sense. She was a cop. She had some experience, and she’d always been obedient. He would find a way around the sex. He would fake it. Hell, he wasn’t even sure his dick would work without Eve. He could make up some shit story about withholding his cock because of his sub’s bad behavior. All that mattered was staying true to his wife so he could come home and try again.

Once he’d freed her from Michael Evans’s power, they could start over.

“Please, Alex.” She looked down her body, licking her lips as she watched him lick her *.

He pushed her thighs farther apart, spreading her wide for his delectation. He suckled on her clit, not enough to make her come, but just enough to send her hips moving against his mouth. This was what he lived for. He dragged the flat of his tongue all through her *. The flesh was soft and hot, like butter drizzled with honey.

He f*cked into her, his tongue diving deep. He pulled her close so he could go as far as his tongue would let him. He rubbed his nose against her clit, pressing down hard so he was stimulating both parts of her gorgeous *. Over and over he f*cked and rubbed until he felt her letting go, her hands finding his hair and pulling him close.

She was on the edge, right where he wanted her to be.

He kissed her, sucking each side of her labial lips into his mouth as he let a finger find her cunt and f*ck deep. He put his tongue right on her clit again as he curved his finger up into her *, seeking that spot that always got Eve going. She was so responsive, so easy to take to the edge. When she was squirming against his tongue and fingers, he felt about ten feet tall. He was surrounded by Eve. Her scent, her taste. The silky feel of her skin became his whole world.

His cock was dying, but he liked it that way. It f*cking meant he was alive, and she was still with him. Every pulse and play of her flesh licked along his spine. He would have her soon. He could revel in pleasuring her because he knew his time would come.

He slid his free hand under her ass cheeks. Even though she’d lost weight, her ass was still curvy and lovely. His favorite thing in the world was smacking it over and over until it was a gorgeous pink. He loved everything about it from the sounds—the hard smack and then her sweet little gasps and moans—to the way her skin got hot and pink, signaling her readiness. When he saw that rosy sheen to her backside, he knew her * was soft and wet and ready for him.

He’d tugged on her hair, wanting her as wet as he could get her. Eve loved it rough. She was the perfect sub for him. He wasn’t a complete sadist. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he wanted his sex nasty and dirty and hard, and Eve responded to that.

He f*cked two fingers high into her cunt as he sucked on her clit, biting down. With his free hand, he held her steady, his fingers sinking into the sweet flesh at her hips. Her tangy taste filled his mouth as he curled his fingers up, and he felt her start to shake and moan.

Her honey coated his tongue as he felt the little muscles of her * clenching his fingers tight. She kept quiet as she came, the only sounds little harsh gasps and sighs.

He pulled his fingers out, licking the cream from them before he tore open the fly of his slacks. His erection was thick and pulsing, desperate to get to her. He shoved his boxers down and took his cock in hand. He looked down at her. She was a gorgeously decadent sight with her satiated eyes and wanton pose. Her chest was moving up and down, her nipples straining against the thin material of her bra and silk shirt. With his free hand, he reached down and palmed a breast. Like the rest of her, they were smaller than before, but he loved their shape and how they swelled in his hand.

“Alex, we should talk.” She was coming out of the haze of lust. He could see that plainly. He only had a couple of seconds to bring her back in or she would shove him out of her office, and they would part with nothing solved between them.

“You’re going to leave me like this?” He stroked his cock knowing damn well she wouldn’t do it, but a little kernel of resentment was stoked inside him. She wanted to talk after he’d given her what she needed, but taken nothing for himself. “I’ve followed all your rules. Are you through with this, too?”

“Alex,” she whispered his name and for the first time in a long time, he saw some emotion on her face. “I don’t want to fight.”