The Dom Who Loved Me (Masters and Mercenaries #1)(36)

“Tonight, I’m putting these gorgeous tits in clamps. They’ll jiggle while you ride me. I like to watch your breasts bounce.”

The image made Grace’s * clench in anticipation while Sean feasted on the other breast.

After giving her left breast the full treatment, his lips worked up her neck pausing briefly to kiss the small heart that now marked her as his. He reached her mouth, and his tongue plunged in, allowing not a moment for retreat. He pulled her into his erection, grinding that big cock against her, only his slacks and her skirt between them.

Grace pushed against him. She was so ready to take him. She no longer cared who walked in or where they were. She only cared that he not stop until he’d given her what she needed.

“Turn around.” Sean’s command was a harsh whip as he pulled away from her. He was working the fly of his jeans.

Grace did as he asked. She got off the desk and turned, bracing herself against the wood. She heard a small crinkling and knew Sean had come prepared. He pushed her skirt up.

“I don’t think we’ll need these, little one.” He pushed her panties off her hips and down her legs. She obediently stepped out of them, and he set them to the side. His hands caressed her bare ass, then moved lower. He ran his finger down to her cunt and played in the juices he found there. He slid his fingers around, parting her labia. “You are so wet for me. Tell me, do you want me?”

“God, yes.” She was going to die if he didn’t take her soon.

“What do you want me to do to you?” His fingers teased around her clit, rubbing tantalizingly and then scurrying away. Grace moved, trying to get his fingers back. His hands moved from her cunt to her breasts. He pinched a nipple hard, the pain rushing into sensual pleasure in an instant. “I asked a question, Grace. What do you want me to do to you?”

She gave him the only honest answer she had. “Fuck me, Sir. Please f*ck me.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely, sub.” He gripped her hips and shoved his rock hard cock straight up her *.

The force of the thrust nearly rocked her off her feet. Grace held onto the desk as Sean f*cked her. She heard him grunt behind her and wished there was a mirror. She loved watching his face contort as he approached orgasm. He pounded into her, holding back nothing. Sean wasn’t careful or gentle, and as he had given her no instructions to be still, she matched him. Grace pushed back against him, clamping down on his cock as Sean tunneled in and pulled out. This was what she had missed all day. She had missed the feeling of Sean moving inside her, possessing her. She had missed the connection of his skin against hers.

He f*cked her for what seemed like forever. The only sound in the room was their mingled moans and the slap of flesh against flesh. The rhythm held, her every breath a note in the song they were creating.

Sean rubbed her clit over and over, his fingers sliding firmly over her pulsing flesh. She came three times. Each time the wave rolled across her stronger than before. She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming out. Finally he moaned, and she felt the moment he lost control. He bucked up into her, raising her onto her toes as he seemed to seek fusion between them. Grace cried out as his dick slid across her G-spot, and she came stronger than ever before, her nails digging into the wood of the desk. She slammed back into Sean, not wanting to lose him even after she’d reached her orgasm. Sean’s hands tightened almost painfully on her hips when he held himself deep inside her and groaned. He thrust in once again and then fell on her, pressing her down against the desk.

She rested for a sweet moment. She loved the feel of his weight against her, his breath on the back of her neck. He kissed her there gently before lifting himself up with a sigh. He helped her up, wrapped the condom in some tissues and tossed it in the trash can. He zipped his pants back up, looking perfectly proper except for the lazy, satiated look in his eyes. Grace tried to straighten her clothes. Her shirt was hopelessly wrinkled, and her panties were a lost cause. There was no way she was putting them back on.

Sean’s smirk did nothing to lessen his appeal. He held up the silky bikinis. “Shall I take them with me?”

“Gee, thanks.” She kissed him and nearly ran to the bathroom to clean up. It was going to be a long afternoon.

The hours ticked away, but Grace’s mind was on that address she’d found rather than Sean. Even after he’d gone and she’d retrieved the notepad, tossing out the top sheet and placing it back on Matt’s desk, she couldn’t help but feel that something was going on behind her back.





Chapter Nine


Evan Parnell went through his folder for about the hundredth time. The note with the address he’d written down was gone. He knew he’d placed it carefully in the folder. It was what he did. He wouldn’t forget. He didn’t make mistakes like that. He was careful. He was perfect. He had to be, with all the *s after him. He wondered, and not for the first time, if this brilliant plan of his was going to unravel. That was the trouble with long games. You never knew when they were going to go wrong. It took patience and will to play a long game, but he’d been trained well. He wouldn’t panic. He was far too close to the prize.

He shouldn’t have moved his stash. He should have simply brought it back to his base and locked it in the safe. And that would risk one of his “soldiers” finding out he wasn’t who he said he was. Damn it. What choice did he have? He was so close to not having to worry about this shit.