Fast Burn (Body Armor #4)(45)

“I knew they’d be good for business, that I could exploit their employment in a way to play up the sex appeal angle.” Her eyes briefly locked with his. “Sex sells.”

His body tensed even more—which really only further delineated all those beautiful muscles.

Knowing what he really asked, she explained, “But I never thought about sleeping with any of them. I never considered what they’d look like naked beside my bed, with a condom in hand, preparing to have sex with me.”

His chin tilted up. “That’s the truth?”

A laugh teased from her. “So you not only think I’m too bossy, you think I spend all my time fantasizing about my employees?” She laughed at him. “However do I manage to get so much done?”

After a brief consideration, he tore open the condom packet and rolled on the protection. “I’d rather you not think of them at all.” Properly covered, he pressed her right leg farther away from her body and settled over her. “Especially not now.”

Heaven, feeling his weight press her down. “You’re the one who always wants to talk. And I did just have a splendid climax, so I’m feeling rather—”

He slid into her in one hard thrust, then balanced on his elbows over her. “Feeling what?”

No, she couldn’t engage in idle banter, not now. She swallowed, and managed to whisper, “Filled.”

“And hot?” He pulled back, his gaze on her face, then drove in hard again. “How about hot?”

Her body bowed with renewed pleasure. She nodded. Very hot.

“And wet?” he asked as he cupped her breasts, holding them together so that with each idle thrust, his chest brushed her nipples.

“Yes.” Even as she said it, she felt a rush of liquid heat.

“Hot and wet,” he agreed, his tone sultry as he ground himself against her. “For me.”

“Yes,” she said again.

“Say my name, Sahara.”

“Brand.” Her fingertips sank into the firm muscles of his shoulders. Her blood rushed, already racing toward another release. Amazing.

“Put your legs around me and hold me tight.”

She did, hooking her ankles over the small of his back. “Kiss me.” She needed his mouth.

He stared down at her.

“Please.”

He very briefly brushed his mouth over hers. “You’re not the boss right now, so you need to make it a pretty request.”

Ohhh, she liked this game. Lifting her lashes to stare up at him, thrilling at the look in his dark eyes, she said, “Brand, kiss me, please.”

He obliged without comment, ravishing her mouth, riding her hard, his rough hands still holding her breasts and now his thumbs pressing her nipples...

She came in a sudden explosion of pleasure, putting her head back and crying out. With him inside her, it was even more intense, more powerful.

Brand whispered, “That’s it, that’s it,” kissing her throat, lightly biting her shoulder until he, too, stiffened and groaned out his release. He kept his face against her, but gradually his hands softened on her and his thrusts slowed.

He rested against her.

Still throbbing with acute pleasure, Sahara smiled. From the moment she’d met him, she’d felt the chemistry and known sex between them would be incredible.

What she hadn’t expected was the warm glow of contentment—and a strangely disturbing proprietary need.

She wanted Brand to be hers.

And he just wanted to be the boss.

*

AFTER FINISHING HIS shower in minutes, Brand pulled on his casual clothes and started coffee in the kitchen, along with breakfast. Though she’d taken a marathon bath last night, Sahara lingered in the shower.

He’d have to remind her of what he’d said earlier: women took forever getting ready.

While he cooked a healthy breakfast that would also satisfy her sweet tooth, he called Leese.

His friend answered with “Everything okay?”

Everything was stupendous. He felt good, better than he had in months. “Yup. I was just checking in. She’ll be down to the office soon. Anything happen that I need to know about?”

Leese laughed. “You definitely sound in a better mood. Should I ask?”

He grinned. “Probably not.”

“Ah, gotcha. It’s odd as hell, but whatever. Long as she’s guarded. Too often she has more courage than caution.”

“So overall, you’re glad I’m with her?”

“Sure. I mean, I’m not blind to the way she looks, and you aren’t working for her, so...no problem, right?”

“Right.” For Brand, it was so much more than Sahara’s appearance, but he wasn’t in the habit of baring his soul. “Have any of you found out anything else?”

“Sorry, no. Sahara’s been going through Scott’s acquaintances, hoping to recognize the guy who broke in to her house. But she’s the only one who saw him.”

“I got an idea of his size, but yeah, when they returned from meeting you and Justice, the fucks still had on their masks.”

“Paranoid or duly careful, who knows? Anyway, Justice is sure he got in through the front door, so there has to be a tie somewhere. If we can figure out who he is, we can deal with it.”

The shower shut off and he knew Sahara would emerge soon—maybe sooner still if she knew he had food for her. “Even though I’m not working for her, do you mind keeping me in the loop?”