Unconditional (Masters and Mercenaries #5.5)(28)

“Please, Sir. Please kiss me.”

His lips brushed hers, hesitantly at first as though he wanted to get a read or learn the way her mouth curved. His tongue came out, licking her bottom lip.

Her * softened, warmth hitting her like a wave. Her nipples were already straining against her corset, hard little pebbles that were crying out for attention. His hands cupped her face, holding her where he wanted her. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, making her whimper.

“Open for me.” His pelvis came against hers, the thick line of his erection rubbing against her belly.

She let him lead, opening her mouth under his as his tongue surged in.

His whole body pressed her to the wall as he devoured her mouth. His tongue slid against hers, dominating her in a way she’d never known before. She had to go up on her toes to keep up with him, but she played against him. She wrapped her arms around him, loving the feel of hard muscles beneath her hands. He was big and strong, and everything feminine inside her cried out for him.

“I want you.” The words rumbled against her lips, seeming to flow out over her skin.

“I want you, too.” She’d never wanted anyone the way she wanted Keith.

She wanted to give to him, wanted to take from him. She wanted him inside her.

He was already there, she suddenly realized. He’d been there since the day they’d signed the contract. He was the voice in her head that exhorted her to finish what she started, to do her best.

He might never need her the way she needed him, but she could be honest with him here. She could give him everything she had in bed. He would take it from her there.

It had to be enough.

She held him close as he lifted her up. She had a feeling she would remember the night forever.



Keith had no idea what he was doing except that it felt more right than anything he’d done before. Ashley was f*cking right.

She’d stood up to Ryan. She’d stood right up to the authority figure in her life and she’d told him exactly what she thought. Hell, she’d stood up for him. The girl who let life kick her around had suddenly found her backbone and she was using it to try to protect her Dom from her brother-in-law.

He’d given her that. When she’d been standing there, tears in her eyes, he’d known how scared she was and she’d still done it. She wouldn’t have before she met him. He walked through life thinking he meant very little, but he’d had an effect on her.

Keith let his hands slide down her arms to grip her hips. He’d been careful with her, never showing her how hard he got the minute she walked in the door. Hell, he could damn near come just thinking about her, and when she turned that smart mouth on him, his balls drew up tight against his body.

He let his tongue explore, rubbing against hers in a silky glide. Soft. She was so f*cking soft. From her skin to her breasts to her heart, she was sweet everywhere.

He slid his hand inside the bodice of her corset, cupping her breast, finally allowing himself to feel the size and weight of it. She had f*cking gorgeous breasts. They were big and real and molded perfectly to his hand, like they’d been made for him.

He ran his tongue along her lips, loving the taste of her. He could eat her up and never get his fill. Weeks had gone by and he’d allowed himself to lick and suck on her luscious *, but nothing more. He’d been serving her but taking nothing real for himself past the satisfaction of showing her pleasure. Tonight he was going to know what it meant to sink into Ashley Paxon, to fit himself between her legs and f*ck her all night long.

He pulled her breasts out of the confines of the corset, running his thumbs over the hard nubs of her nipples.

She gasped a little when he tweaked her, a breathy little moan that seemed to come from the back of her throat. That sound had a hard line to his cock. It tightened all over again. He’d only thought he couldn’t get any harder.

And they hadn’t even gotten to the discipline. He owed her some tender punishment.

But he wasn’t going to do it here. No. He was done with public scenes for the night. He was ready to have her all to himself. “Privacy room.”

She shook her head. Damn, he loved how confused she looked. “What?”

So f*cking adorable. “We need a privacy room, baby.”

Her hips were rubbing against his, a completely instinctive motion. “Oh.”

He could see he had to take control, but that was what he liked to do. He leaned down and lifted her into his arms, her weight not slowing him down at all. He loved how she felt in his arms, holding her so damn close to him. She rested against him, utterly trusting him to carry her. Ashley cuddled close as he strode down the hallway, passing by scenes that went on all around them. He didn’t care about any of them. He had a private scene to play out and he’d been waiting for it, dying for it since the moment he’d caught sight of her.

The lights got lower, more intimate, in this part of the club. There was a monitor standing in front of the hall that led to the privacy rooms. The well-built Dom nodded their way.

“Three is open and prepped, man.”

Three was his lucky number tonight. He glanced down at her. Pretty green eyes and sable brown hair. She looked slightly sleepy, her lips curved in a secretive smile.

He stopped in front of the door marked three. He had to give her every out even though his dick was screaming at him to just take her. “Are you sure, baby?”