You Only Love Twice (Masters and Mercenaries #8)(23)

This wasn’t the Jesse she knew, but she’d sensed him under the surface. When she’d thought about him at Sanctum, she’d seen him like this. In control. Masterful.

She didn’t have to think. She merely had to obey and pleasure would be given to her.

Shit. She’d been reading way too many of Serena Dean-Miles’s books. She spread her knees wide, giving him access as he brought his fingers up. They glistened from the arousal coating her *. He stared at them for a minute before sucking them into his mouth, his blue eyes rolling back in what looked like pure pleasure as he sucked them clean.

“So goddamn sweet. Behave or we’ll have trouble. I know you think I’m an idiot, but I can handle you. I can make you f*cking beg for me.”

“Please, Jesse.” Her whole consciousness was focused on one thing. This moment. This man. Everything else fell away. It was so easy when he was in control.

“Yeah, baby,” he growled against her ear. “This is going to please Jesse. This is going to make me feel so much better.”

He pushed aside her panties and two fingers worked inside her * as his thumb found her clit.

Her vision went blissfully fuzzy as he f*cked those big fingers inside and worked that sensitive pearl.

“You’re so tight. You would feel so good wrapped around me.” He worked her, taking her higher and higher.

Everything tightened as his thumb worked perfect circles around and over her clit. Closer and closer and closer until she snapped and pleasure swamped her system. A tidal wave crashed over her, and she panted as she tried to get her breath back. She let herself curl into his body. His free arm held her up or she would have been a puddle of goo on his desk.

Every muscle felt relaxed and loose. Warm. She was warm when she always felt so cold. She would be even warmer with Jesse on top of her. Now he would lay her down on the desk and bring them together finally. All that heat between them could be quenched.

God, she was going to miss him.

Jesse kissed her forehead sweetly as he drew his hand out of her * and straightened her soaked undies. “Baby, tell me who you work for. You can tell me.”

The words didn’t penetrate for a moment. He used a soft voice and she could almost fool herself that he was saying something sweet. “What?”

“Who do you work for, Phoebe? It’s time for you to tell me the truth.” A touch of hardness entered his tone.

Phoebe forced herself to push away. Between the orgasm and the drugs that had run through her system, she felt so weak. It didn’t stop her though. She got to her feet, her knees shaking a little, and looked at him. His hair had gotten longer in the last few months. When he’d come to McKay-Taggart, he’d worn it in a purely military style, but now it curled over the tops of his ears and brushed over his brows. Blond and blue-eyed angel.

Who had just practically f*cked her for information.

“Why?” Tears threatened. It had been a beautiful moment and he’d ruined it. Their last moment. The only one she could carry with her and he’d ground it into the dirt.

All of her life there had only been Jamie. She’d suffered through pawings when she was in foster care, but she’d managed to avoid what happened to a lot of girls in the system. She’d learned to defend herself. She’d only ever been intimate with two men, and one of them was dead and the other had just wanted information.

Jesse’s eyes were colder than she’d ever seen them as he stared at her. He made no move to hide his erection. “I’m doing what you did. I’m working a relationship to make an operation go more smoothly. Wasn’t that more pleasant than being deprived of food and water and human contact until you’re willing to talk?”

“I didn’t do this to you.” Anger invaded her system. The reasonable, rational side understood that she was at least partially angry with herself for being such a complete idiot. She’d ruined everything. She’d cheated on Jamie and it had felt so good.

Damn him, but two minutes on a desk with Jesse Murdoch had been better than all the sex she’d ever had with her husband. Her sweet, strong, brave husband. She should have been happy with what they had.

Stupid. She was so f*cking stupid. She’d been Jamie’s wife and now her body was a convenient tool for Jesse to play like a Master.

Jesse stared at her while he sucked his fingers into his mouth again.

And that infuriated her. She pointed a finger his way. “You don’t get to do that.”

His eyes were hot on her. “Yeah, I do. This right here, this is mine. I got you hot so this is mine and I’ll do what I want with it.”

“No, it’s mine.” She couldn’t stand the way he was staring at her, sucking his fingers into his mouth. It had been hot before when she thought he’d meant it, but now she knew it was all an act and his fingers were nothing but ten little whores that went to do his bidding. Damn it. He didn’t deserve to taste her. “You give it back.”

It had been a long time since she’d felt this anger rising. She’d learned to channel it, learned to take that violent street-rat core of her being and suppress it. It was showing up again. Humiliation wasn’t something she handled well.

Years had passed and she’d shoved down everything. She’d shoved down every time she’d had to play mousy and take Taggart’s eye rolling. She’d buried her rage deep when they’d all laughed about how weak she was. She knew they weren’t really being mean about it, but it didn’t matter. She’d felt weak for years, and now she wanted every single one of them to know how strong she was—especially the man in front of her.