On Her Master's Secret Service (Masters and Mercenaries #4)(33)

He wanted to take her in his arms and carry her home and take care of her all over again. “I don’t want to fight either, but if you’re not going to let me have you, you should tell me now so I can find a shower and get the water as cold as possible.”

She sat up, and he was sure she was going to straighten her clothes and turn him away. He hadn’t done what she wanted him to and that seemed to be the dynamic of their relationship now. Her eyes turned down, and she watched his cock. “That looks painful.”

“Yep.”

A little smile curled her lips up, and every word out of her mouth was a throaty seduction. “I’m a therapist. I can’t leave a person in pain.”

She reached out and touched him. He damn near came right then and there. It had been forever since she’d touched him for anything but balance and support during a scene or very vanilla sex. She licked those sultry lips as she stroked him up and down.

Her palm was soft, and she held him with a sure grip, her white-tipped nails forming a fist around him. He let himself enjoy the feel of her gripping his dick until a big problem occurred to him. Damn it. He wasn’t prepared for some afternoon delight in her office. “I don’t have any condoms.”

He kept a box at her apartment because that was the only place they had sex anymore. Maybe he could just let her stroke him to orgasm. It might be heavenly to watch as her small, perfectly manicured hands stroked him over and over.

A wicked grin crossed her face. “You also don’t have lube, and in a couple of minutes this is going to get rough on you.” She gently swiped a thumb across his cockhead, gathering the fluid that beaded there. She was right. It wouldn’t be enough. A good hand job required lube.

He pulled away. Fuck all. Now he was sexually frustrated on top of everything else.

Eve lay back on her desk, her legs parting again. “It’s all right. We both know neither of us has a disease.”

They’d only had sex with each other for over a decade.

A sad look came over her face. “And we both know the other problem is very unlikely to occur. Make love to me before you leave. One last time.”

It wasn’t the last time. It couldn’t be the last time. He wouldn’t let it be. She would see that once he’d finished this chapter of their lives, they could start a new one.

“I can’t let you go, Eve,” he reached down, taking charge of his cock and placing it right on her entrance. Heat threatened to overwhelm him as the head slipped just inside. Every muscle in his body tensed as he forced himself to hold still. “I just can’t do it.”

He surged in, and her eyelids slid closed as she took a long breath and adjusted to his cock. “You can’t let go of a lot of things. That’s our problem. But this isn’t our problem. God, you feel so good.”

She never talked during sex anymore. How pathetic was he that five little words from her were all it took to make him feel ten feet tall? He felt good to her? Well, he could give her more. A lot more. He gripped her hips, hating the clothes between them. He wanted her naked and laid out for him, but the situation was far too urgent. He needed her right now.

So tight. He had no idea how she stayed so f*cking tight. Years and years had gone by. They’d made love more times than he could count, and every time he got inside Eve felt like the first time. And there wasn’t anything in between them. He’d been using condoms for years, telling himself it wasn’t so different. He’d been wrong. This was primal. He was connected to her. She could put all the rules and walls between them, but for these few moments, they were together.

The heat threatened to curl his spine. His cock was surrounded, engulfed in her. He had to force his way in, inch by glorious inch. Her legs came up, circling his hips. The feel of her heels pressing into him made him groan. Those heels of hers could leave marks on him for hours afterward, and he loved it. Days later he might feel a twinge of pain and remember just how hard she’d come.

This was where he wanted to be. This was where he always wanted to be.

He let his head loll back, his senses taking over. He rolled his hips, trying to get as deep as he could go. He let his hand drift to her clit. He wouldn’t last long. He could already feel a tingle along his spine as his balls drew up, ready to shoot off and fill her up. There was no way he could last when she was so wet and clamped so tight around him.

He f*cked into her, letting his instincts lead him. All the way in and then back out before sliding in and up, seeking her G-spot. Over and over he pounded his flesh into hers as though he could mark her and force her to stay with him, to never leave him.

Her heels dug into his backside as she held them tightly together. It was a fight to pull out far enough, but the sweet friction was doing its job and quickly. He pressed down on her clit, circling it with his thumb until he heard her gasp, felt the tension of her orgasm on his dick, and he couldn’t hold back a second longer.

He poured himself into her. Come bubbled up from his balls, shooting off in waves of pleasure. He dragged oxygen into his lungs as a sense of peace settled over him. He fell forward, his chest against her breasts.

“Alex.” She held still underneath him. “Alex, you should move now. I can’t breathe.”

He was heavy, but she used to love having him on top of her. He forced himself to move, to leave her. His head was reeling, but he knew one thing. This wasn’t over. His hands shook slightly as he pulled his boxers up and refastened his slacks. “We’re going to talk when I get back. Don’t think I’m going to let the situation stay this way forever.”